Most people like to lean against the window when they ride in a car. During the day, they can feel the wind passing by outside the window and the scenery slowly flying away in the distance. At night, pull up the curtains to isolate the blackness, and even the lights that pass by

Most people like to lean against the window. During the day, they can feel the wind passing by outside the window and the scenery slowly flying away in the distance. At night, pull up the curtains to isolate the blackness, and even the lights that pass by occasionally will not cause a moment of attention. But I like to see the scenery outside the car window at night.

No matter how daytime the beautiful scenery is, it is buried in this dark night. Only white spots in the distance dotted with the night sky and the distance. That is the color of hope. When I was in college, I almost always took a bus back to school at night. The scenery along the way gradually disappeared with the alternation of black and white. Street lights will always take over them to bring different colors to that short journey.

How many years have passed, and I once thought that the beautiful moments in college are being washed away little by little, but the neon light on the roadside is particularly bright. Perhaps, that was once a sign of a beautiful beginning.

After working, every time you go on a business trip, as long as you can decide the time to set off, most of them will choose to go to the evening. On the one hand, give yourself more comfort in your heart, this is a journey full of hope. On the other hand, I am busy during the day. Even on the road, my mobile phone will arrange endless work for me. There is no leisure to browse the scenery on the road.

Most of the people who like to write like to share. Most of the people who like to watch are rich in heart. I like writing, but I can't write about the richness in my heart. I like to enjoy the scenery along the way, but I can't get a trace of color in my heart. Even the neon light that has been with me for a long time is because it has shined on my eyes.

Journey is a restless home, but where can the scenery keep the tenderness of hope. Even if you travel thousands of miles, there is no place to retain the pride of passion. Then this trip should lose its due color. The most beautiful color of the itinerary is not the scenery that chaotic at that time, but the memories of depression and depression that can be healed everywhere in the future. A good itinerary, you will be with you for a lifetime.