Almost twenty hours on a train

I got off the train yesterday for almost 20 hours, and I felt like I was in my teens. The air outside the car is really fresh, even as bright as the sun. But my body, which still has some breath, is as if it were a decomposed body without adequate rest. Without the strength to continue to enjoy the bathing of sunlight, there is a lack of ability to open their eyes.

And then it was not long before, near-breathing brains and jacks of eyelids caused themselves to fall asleep in the park bench near the station. From time to time, the sound of children’s laughs comes in their ears, and the pigeons in the park are like stars scattered in the sky, all over the corners of the park, looking for feed from tourists. Such a scene, for me, is both happy and slightly painful, and can be described as a magical experience…

After this experience, I don’t think I’ll ever want to do it again in my life. But one thing, when I went to breakfast at the breakfast shop next to Jungzhou Station, I suddenly found that the spicy soup and buns were delicious! This delicious attachment was not over by the time it was written in the afternoon. Every thought is a straight flow of saliva in the heart.

Returning home today, he died in a warm atmosphere. It is not only because of the warmth of the home, but also because of the warmth of the family atmosphere, which leads to a climate in which you are overstretched. Sleeping in bed in the afternoon as if the whole world had made me feel so comfortable. I can’t help but feel the same feeling of coming home every year, making me both obsessed and vigilant.

The first thing to do when you get home is to go out and talk to your little partner, in addition to boo-hoo-hoo-hoo. Interestingly, it’s just Valentine’s Day, and I’ve asked my heterosexual friends out to watch the lights and chat. It’s not a deliberate arrangement, but if it’s true, it’s interesting! But when you’re old, it doesn’t matter what you see. It’s strange how these things deserve attention. After all, there is no fundamental difference as a result of the emergence of a certain holiday. The truth about the end of the story can only be learned by itself.

What’s the point of going home? I think it’s because I’m just starting to plan for myself. Not only is it getting less and less common to me as a child, but even some high school classmates are getting less and less. Fortunately, it is not clear to itself that much remains to be done. Once these things are done, they will go far beyond what they were supposed to be…