With the cold current, the rain washed away the haze of the 24-day sealed control, and suddenly shone 20 or 9 sunlights into reality -
Although wearing a mask, you can still feel the air flowing through your mouth and nose. It is so bright and clear, as if the sweet spring water slowly slides by, so clear and endless aftertaste...
The sky after the rain, the white curtain is covered with a live cloud painting exhibition of various gray clouds, whether deep or shallow, or light or dark, or tall or short, far or near, or large or small:
Some are thick ink and heavy, some are pure and elegant; some are transparent in white, some are mixed in gray; some are moving like rabbits, It is as quiet as a virgin; some seem to be like a non-image, some are concrete images...
Some are like marshmallow rolls, fluffy and soft; some are like flying dragons, leaping freely; some are like big fish diving, leisurely and comfortable; some are 28 girls, dancing in white dresses; some are turning into steel knights, passionate; some are like sheep foraging for food, and some are like yaks 4 rushing in groups...
Looking at these scrolls that are no longer blocked by water, horses and covers, quickly put them on, push them onto the bicycle, and go to the road that can only be seen inaccessible for more than 20 days:
Reunion after a long time, Nanbin Road, which was flowing forever, has not returned to its old appearance.
If there is a long road, there is no trace of buses, and less than one-tenth of the usual car. Bicycles and motorcycles have become the mainstream on the road.
Most of the cyclists I meet from time to time are like Feifei. They no longer have the friendly greetings they usually meet. Instead, they calculate the safe distance not to give the virus transmission space early, keep their feet on the pedals, and do not stay. They just want to feel the long-lost wind alone, feel her unrestrained and free escorts, feel the tenderness of her gently caressing her cheeks and whispering in her ears, and feel the howling coolness of her passing by the motorcycle -
The sound of motorcycles flashing from time to time. The speed of the wind and lightning are indeed speed and passion, and the sound is gone before her eyes. Looking at their roaring backs, they saw the burning forest in August, and they also seemed to see the worry-free food of every household under the ban. Every back is a story of endless life and endless battles...
A small car comes out at almost every intersection. All of these car owners were wearing masks without exception, and they did not have the domineering attitude of not giving in in advance. Instead, they stopped at the intersection without rushing and then started slowly after Feifei rode. Even if they drove, the speed was not fast, as if they were just driving on the road. Maybe they were just driving, hehe!
also meet pedestrians wearing masks from time to time. They don’t need to rush to the market or crowd in traffic jams. They just walk leisurely on both sides of the Yangtze River and on both ends of the bridge...
If you meet again after a long separation, you should also say goodbye after reunion.
Say goodbye to the river breeze and return to the residential community with fireworks. What we meet along the way is no longer wandering around, but a hurried man and woman carrying bags of vegetables, a long queue waiting for nucleic acid testing at the entrance of the hospital, a diligent vegetable vendor putting vegetables on the streets, a congested and familiar traffic...
Human joys and sorrows are not the same, and people's long separations are not the same, and the meaning of reunion to everyone may be different. But reunion after a long time, reunion or missing, always the rhythm of human beings moving forward.
believes that every long separation is the preparation and expectation of reunion, and every meeting or missing is the determination and joy after self-select.
Having a certainty means having joy!
