On the way...

"There is no road in the world, and the more people who walk, the more they become the road" -- Lu Xun's "Hometown"

Life is a long road, long and obstructive, full of thorns, but also full of fun.

On the way, the first group I met, they saw that I was all smiling and closing their mouths, while the rude I used my cries as a reward for their smiles. A man trembled and picked me up, I could feel his happiness and nervousness, happy because he saw me, nervous because he was afraid of hurting me, after all, this was the first time he held me, his pupils were full of my shadow. A weak voice came from behind the man: "Quick... Bring her over... I wanted to see her..." So I saw a sweaty, pale woman with a look of love in her eyes. Strangely enough, when I saw her, I actually stopped crying and laughed. This nervous man and the frail woman were my parents, and they were always with me along the way. When I fall on the road, they will lift me up at the first time, and when I stop on the road and don't want to move forward, they will give me the greatest strength to keep me persistent. Along the way, from them I witnessed the cruelty of time, once in the thick black hair began to breed a trace of arrogance of silver hair; when I was a child, my father's shoulders were so strong, sitting on his shoulders, I seemed to be as tall as sitting on the roof of the world, and now, his shoulders like mountains have also begun to shake; childhood memories of my mother will always emit all kinds of fragrances, and when I grow up slowly, the taste in my memory has long been replaced by the smell of those chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea, it turned out that all the way, The hardest thing is not me, but my relatives behind me.

On the way, I met a second group of people who were about the same age as me. We walk hand in hand, occasionally stopping to enjoy the beauty along the way, and occasionally we struggle to catch up with the common dream. When we encounter ferocious beasts on the road, we will work together to fuse each other's strengths to defeat the enemy together. As I get older, this road sometimes makes me feel long and painful, and when all the grievances and sadness come to my heart, a person sits quietly on the side of the road, and the long-standing feelings erupt like a flood, and the emotions that can no longer be contained make me cry, and the tears are like pearls scattered in the jade plate, ticking, just at this moment, a shoulder, a hug, and the sentence: "We will always accompany you." "Quieted me down. Looking back, looking at both sides of the road, it turned out that you were all there, and it turned out that I was not alone. Suddenly all the sadness was gone, and all that was the warm friendship. Many times, there are some secrets that you can't share with your parents, but you are willing to share them with the dead, this is friendship, this simple feeling, like milk tea, silky and smooth, not strong but fragrant, not sweet in the mouth but endless aftertaste, warm in the atrium, and like the love of the hourglass, over and over again...

On the way, the last group of people I met, they always seemed serious, always showing off with a meticulous attitude. If you use one sentence to describe them, it is: "Good medicine is bitter, medicine is eliminated from the disease." "For as long as I can remember, they have been planted at various forks in the road. Whenever I encounter a situation where I have "no choice", they will play their mission to guide me and teach me how to choose. At first, I was naughty and always liked to fight with them, but for my naughty ignorance, they responded with my tolerance and patience. Yes, you have tirelessly taught, and in retrospect it is indeed my medicine. The ignorance of youth, the arrogance of youth, now seem to be their own childish catharsis, immature portrayal.

Along the way, the ups and downs, the rainbow sunshine, there is the road paved with thorns, there is the journey full of birds and flowers, whether good or bad, it is my only way, I am still on the road, I am still walking, this road is still very long, I look forward to meeting more "that group of people", I am on the road!

18 years old wrote this "on the road", 10 years later, the original intention is still the same, along the way, grateful companionship.