The train suddenly stopped at a strange station. At a very small platform, a few old people building roads inserted their shovels into the soil, smiling and guessing at the people on the bus. This kind of speculation gives these people who live in the mountains all year round some fun. From their thin, wrinkled faces, wisps of smiles float out, making people feel trance-like under a dim light. There is a steep ravine outside the small station. If someone fell off the roadside and fell into a trance, he would definitely die: Is there any part of the scenery in our eyes that does not hide danger? Think about the same in our lives. It seems that everything is going smoothly, but one day there will be a thunder. Looking out from the car window, I saw a small, dim light on the mountain opposite, carefully and confidently embedded in the middle of the mountain: But if you walk from this place, you don't know how long it will take and what kind of experience you will have to go through. Difficulty - the actual distance is much greater than we think it is.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a patch of stars hanging in the sky. So big, so bright. Their light reflected the dark sky blue, the blue in the black, the blue above the black. My heart trembled suddenly, as if it was suddenly sealed by unexpected love: In our Hengdian Village , You can also see the stars. You can see them from the balcony of my house, but I haven't looked at the stars from the balcony for a long time. Night after night, I was distracted by the tidbits on my phone, the self-besieging of words, and the entanglement with some unavailable feelings... I haven't looked at the stars for a long time.
But at this moment, among the mountains and mountains, on this train that is separated from my hometown by thousands of mountains and rivers, I am delighted to see so many and so bright stars. I almost feel the flow of starlight, they merge with each other and are silent. Under the reflection of these unknown stars, I almost held my breath - every breath I took was like a destruction. If I said a word at this time, it would be almost unbelievable. Fortunately, there was no one around me to talk to. people.
At this moment, I was silent, and the people around me became irrelevant: I didn’t care what they thought of me, or whether the expression on my face made them feel strange—these seemed to have become the most important thing in a life system. Something that could be ignored, but I used to care so much. I don't pray for the same kind of people, nor do I hope to be understood, but I still care so much. This is really a sad thing. This starry sky, this mountain, throw a train here, so casually. On the train, even those wearing a halo are still obscured by the majesty of nature. Think about it, within a few decades, these people, including me, will all turn into dust, but the mountains are still there, and the starry sky seen from the mountains is still there. Thinking of this, I felt joy, and a feeling of eternity vaguely crawled throughout my body. And me, the injustice I have suffered, the nothingness I am enduring, have also turned into a grain of dust. We yearn for honor, fame, fortune, and love. These are all shackles, shackles that we put on voluntarily, and they are also the conditions for us to exchange a little warmth with life. They are the games we play before the inevitable loss.
The train didn't stop for long, but it was enough to look at the stars. It’s great to see the starry sky like this! Of course, the stars are always there, it’s us who cover our eyes. We don’t know where we are going during our treks, and later we forget where we came from, but where we are going and where we came from are still there, they will not disappear, and they can be seen with just a turn. Thinking of this, warmth gradually covered the desolation in my heart.
