On Lunar January 10, I wanted to send my daughter to work in Shanghai. Considering that I still had to queue up to pick up tickets because of online booking, I urged her to come to the station early. Different from what I imagined, there were not many people queuing to buy tickets. After a while, my daughter took the ticket back to Harbin with her ID card. Look at the time. There are still two and a half hours before the departure. Looking around the waiting room, it was already fully occupied. At this moment, one thing suddenly occurred to my mind: I had heard that some old retired workers were idle and always liked to hang out at the railway station. Therefore, they began to reexamine the people on these seats purposefully: near the entrance of the station, there were about five or six seats in succession, all of whom were older old people, they were neatly dressed, and someone was holding a crutch. If you look closely, you will find that there is no luggage in front of them. I know that this should be the kind of person people say. I have been to this station for countless times, but this time I found that the two rows of seats in the middle of the room were removed. While this makes the interior space wider, it undoubtedly reduces the seats in the waiting room, leaving only two rows of seats on both sides of the wall. Most passengers have to stand in the indoor open space to wait for the car. We stood indoors for a while, feeling a little tired. Looking around, no one wanted to get up. After a while, the news that a car was going to enter the station came from the radio, and a long queue had already been lined up in front of the ticket gate. The clever daughter said immediately: Go over there and make sure there are people who get on the bus to make room. We followed this group of people, and it seemed that we were also going to catch this bus. However, our eyes kept staring at the only row of seats beside us to see if anyone who got up to drive gave us seats. The opportunity finally came. Someone stood up with luggage across the two people in front of me. We were about to pass through the block and sat there, but I saw someone standing next to her already sat down in front of us. My daughter and I smiled at each other and continued to search for the next target. After a while, another person stood up, and was robbed by others before we walked there. This time we stand here without doubt, and believe that there will be another third and fourth people standing up. Finally, two people got up at the same time, and my daughter and I got two seats easily. I glanced at the people sitting next to me, and then looked at the second and the third one in turn. I found that they were all very leisurely old people without traveling bags. At this time, I felt a little unhappy in my heart: why did they occupy so many positions and leave tired passengers nowhere to rest? Why don’t the station staff clean up these people? Just when I was angry, an old woman stood beside me and held the old man’s legs with her hands. I guess this may be a couple. I thought I came to call the old man home. But the old woman said nothing, holding the old man’s legs with her hands, and then let go. Hold it again, and then let go. I turned my head to one side and felt more angry: A man has a thick heart. Why don’t you even know how to persuade a woman? Have you ever considered for others? Now both the city and the Forestry Bureau have set up many places for the elderly to exercise. They have nothing to do, such as dancing, walking, playing chess and playing cards. They have to come here all morning, sitting with passengers for a whole afternoon? I squinted my eyes and turned around to look at the old woman, but saw that she almost stood unsteadily. It seemed that she was not very good and could not stand any more. I quickly vacated my chair and let her sit down. My daughter leaned aside, asking me to squeeze with her on a chair. I barely leaned back in a half-sitting and half-squatting posture. After another period of time, when I looked at the old woman again, I saw her head leaning back and askew, and she had already slept soundly. I to really know. My daughter also smiled at me and said, “you said they slept well when they went home, and you don’t think it’s noisy here. I just laughed and didn’t know how to answer my daughter’s question. I don’t know whether these old people are too lonely or really bored. This station has become a long-term and important place for them to entertain. At eight or nine o’clock in the morning, many people would come here and do nothing. They just sat there, watching the people coming and going quietly, watching the passengers getting on the train one after another, when the sun slanted to the west, then slowly got up and left. Could they really retrieve some important memories from these bustling passengers? Or is there anything else in their hearts that we cannot understand?

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The light blue sky makes my mind far away. The old man and my 24th floor have a panoramic view of the sky of this city. Those who pass by continue their smiles and sadness. Those who pass by continue their journey. And it has nothing to do with you. Who says the ultraviolet ray here is not strong? How do I feel that I have drilled the bottom of the pot again, smeared a layer of black and dried skin, and washed the sun with a layer of moisture, I don’t want to look in the mirror even though I have accumulated some dry melanin!! In fact, I still care about these changes in details, which may not be understood by you. I am an ordinary girl, and I care about it myself. If one day, I suddenly become old. That is the cruelest reality. Can those wild geese fly there stay some happy moments to make this light-dancing bird have the courage to be lonely. For those dandelion who yearned for freedom, could you please leave some greetings and don’t be blown away by the autumn wind. We refueling. Aunt just sent us something, but I’m not good enough. I like everyone in their family, and I hope he likes everyone in my family. I used to want to lock myself up for a long time. I’m a homeboy. I don’t smell or ask. This time I wrote a diary, which was so far away from a summer, and my mood drifted after playing for a long time. Happy or sad. Just for you a person. I don’t need Vanity. I don’t need fame and wealth. I don’t need to bear pressure, but I must go up every day. I just want to find a kind of sad and happy man who will never leave me. I just want to have a man who only let me take care of and only let me get close to. I just want to find a man who is called Old together. Don’t tell me that this world is reality! Please understand me. Who will join GOGO..

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Ethereal refers to artistic conception. People or thoughts are flexible, unpredictable or transparent. I hope my heart and even my soul are clear and clear, and continue like this. The reason why I take ethereal love as the topic is that I want to have ethereal love, which is so unique and incomparable. I have always believed in the love that a couple will never be separated from each other. I am also eager for this kind of faithful love. Although it is slim, I am looking forward to it. Maybe I don’t necessarily meet, or maybe I take a few more detours to hold happiness. The best result is of course meeting the right person at the right time. Ruyi, maybe that’s it! Who says no? I once thought that it was so easy to get off a thief ship, but I didn’t know whether to get off or not. Finally, it depends on the attitude of the ship owner, who betrayed you and left you. Is it hard to die or not? A natural and unrestrained turn around, leaving people covered with scars. The wound with dirt keeps alert to yourself all the time-protect yourself and don’t give anyone a chance to hurt yourself. Then as time passes, he becomes a hedgehog, protecting himself but not hurting others. I don’t want to explore the right and wrong. Because there is no right or wrong in everything, only relative and absolute. Just like there is no absolute fairness in the world, only relative fairness. I have never understood the reason why life has changed. I didn’t understand until this moment. In fact, the reason is very simple, that is, I don’t love it anymore. Yes, when a person doesn’t love you, there will be thousands of reasons to be picky, but he will still think whether the love he has given is not enough, how ridiculous it is. Later, I realized that I was so lucky, He lost someone who loved him, and what I lost was someone who didn’t love myself. At the same time, I also gave myself and others opportunities, and got happiness and happiness. The result was perfect and complete. Love, like fireworks, breaks away in a flash. Love, like a bubble, is broken with a stab. Love is like flower and Jade, grinding into dust or pure and transparent. It makes people grow up, mature and happy, and it also makes people decadent, childish and painful. Sometimes, I wonder if I can be as pure and pure as ever if I haven’t experienced this so-called love. I told myself that I must know how to cherish, cherish life, cherish myself and cherish everything I have today. After all, only with the trees planted by predecessors can the descendants enjoy the cool. Drink from the source! With a sigh, I said how much desolation I had done. I was like a child who needed to be loved and grew up. I was naive and willful. Now nothing matters, what matters is whether you are healthy, happy, and happy. Isn’t that what people pursue in their whole life?

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