When I was in class on the second night, I carried my schoolbag early and went out to the school gate. I came to the bus station where the light and shadow of the bus station was slightly deserted at night. The bus finally came out from the side of the road, and it was not too slow and leisurely. Drive to the station, pick up the card, go to the last row and sit down. Except for the "squeaky" sound of the card, everything is silent, and it makes people feel that any extra voice is harsh, heartache, I am holding a schoolbag, like holding a small teddy bear, thinking in The car inside and outside the car drove past a middle school gate. There are still a few students who are carrying their schoolbags and dragging them out of the school with a slightly exhausted pace. They are scattered to the roads on both sides and removed from their parents. Despite the window, I can still see the latter at the moment of seeing the child. The face is obviously happy. It seems that it has not been seen only for 12 hours , but at the airport and the station, it has been ushered in for a long time. Loved ones. Students and parents open and close, is to share interesting things in the classroom, or complain about too many homework, the teacher dragged the church? This , I can not know that inadvertently, consciousness has been dropped by the car, and the car has already opened the school gate. I turned to look out the window. In the quiet night, the street lights exude a soft light, shrouded the pedestrians, and cast a piece of frosty silver on the ground. The backpacker who straightened up and pulled the car uphill, the middle-aged woman who hurriedly rushed on the phone while on the phone, and the elderly couple who were leisurely walking the dog, all walked silently with the bus. In the immediate future, I gradually quit silently. Leave an asphalt road that is infinitely extended and slightly lonely. As for the scene inside the car, it is very clear that you don��t have to look back. Because the window is like a mirror, it has already faithfully placed everything in the car in the night outside the window: the young girl leaned her head against her mother and closed her eyes involuntarily; the student who just got on the bus Carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder , holding the iron on the top of the head, holding the phone in one hand, flexibly operating the screen with the thumb; and young women sitting side by side, leaning their heads together and whispering or laughing slightly, and relying on The middle-aged uncle with a tired face... The car ran smoothly, and the image inside the car passed over the window of the low mountain, the street tree, the road stop sign, it was so real and embarrassing, thought-provoking, intoxicating . Everything is wrapped in the night that is too strong to be able to open, and the car is steadily moving forward to the bus night, and the things and people you see are peaceful. Related articles:
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