One One Literature
Someone, there will be a crowd, or three or three two, or three or five groups, reunited from your eyes staggered. Vehicles shuttle back and forth, and there must be people in the car. They all hurried, running in different directions.
When commuting to work, the crowds of people surged from all corners into the alleys, and gradually merged into the main street, and the main street became a big river. The barrier splits the flow of people vertically, only half up and the other half down; on one side are faces, and the other side is all butts.
Can't you guess what's going on in everyone's head? What message is the cowardly mouth conveying? You never know why that person's eyes are sluggish. And the other one is smiling? Why did he suddenly run away? Why did she hide her face and cry?
The electric mount of the takeaway brother, wandering through the crowd, like a lightning bolt, a smoke disappeared; the young woman pushed the stroller, cautiously walking forward, afraid of accidentally waking up the sleeping child; an elderly couple mixed with each other, shanshan moved over, dangling in the handbag, the celery fresh emerald green.
At the gate of the supermarket, crowds were crowded, and a wave of people carrying various food bags poured out, and another wave of empty-handed people poured in. Men and women, young and old, as if a group of people went in and squeezed out a group of people inside.
The subway station was like a pot of water, and the huge trunk sucked the crowd in from the various doorways, and when they arrived at the station, they spit it out, and a basket of soybeans rolled down like it. Wearing different colors and styles of clothes, with various hairstyles, different expressions and movements, they all rushed to disperse.
In the flow of people, strange faces flashed, much like sunflowers in the wind, dangling around. Maybe there are acquaintances in this group of people, but it is difficult for me to find out, maybe which head is blocked by a swing, and this block may be a lifetime.
Usually, acquaintances are always inadvertently encountered by you. Deliberately looking in unfamiliar crowds is always disappointing. Maybe it was "the crowd looked for him a thousand hundred degrees, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the middle of the light." ”
How many people do people have to meet in a show, the vast sea of people, coming and going, how many people pass by us, or a side, or a smile, or a thank you.
Over time, we don't realize how many people we see in a day. Every day we plunge into the crowd and emerge from the crowd.
Often you don't recognize others, and others don't know you, but you walk the same path every day. It doesn't matter who's still in the crowd and who's gone forever.
From south to north, from east to west, everyone is chasing, yearning, as always, pursuing their dreams, or poetry, or far away.
In the flow of people, day and night rushing through the bittersweet and bittersweet of life, life is varied. Generation after generation, you come and go, come and go.
Like the rushing river rolling in, the waves are gone, constantly churning up the waves of life.