The weather is gloomy. It seems that there is a rain.
I was the only passenger on the empty bus. Need to travel far away to do something, strange place names, strange people.
Never thought I would go such a long way. According to the route map displayed on the mobile phone, you only need to walk 800 meters to find a bus stop. But I walked there for more than half an hour. Every time you take a step, comfort yourself that the destination you are looking for is ahead. Unfortunately. When I walked for a long time, the more people I walked, the fewer people I realized that I was going in the wrong direction. Feeling sad for a while.
Fortunately, I did not miss the scenery along the way.
Depart from nine o'clock. Didn't get home until three o'clock in the afternoon. The phone is dead. This is a failed trip.
That endless road. Like our long life.
We live with purpose, looking for the vehicle that can carry us home. Standing at an unfamiliar intersection. Confused about which direction to go.
Left? right? forward? back?
Only one of the four answers is correct.
Some people don't realize they made the wrong choice. Don't turn back until the road is gone.
And some people choose wrongly and have gone a long way, but they bravely choose to turn back.
And some people clearly know that they are wrong, but they still stubbornly go down.
I looked at the moving vehicles on the cold streets in winter. The whistling wind carried the shrill car horn. Met a beautiful girl.
She is tall. Very long curly hair hangs over her body. She is wearing makeup. Wear a mask.
If I am a male. You may be thinking about whether to strike up a conversation. Will you fall in love with such a cute girl?
The rippling surface of the lake, the azure river gently lapping against the shore. Withered and yellow branches, messy branches.
An elderly aunt was waiting on the side of the road. Curly black hair, black cashmere coat. Her upright standing posture, calm expression, and elegant temperament exuded from her whole body moved me. Was I half as comfortable as she was when I was her age?
I am anxious about my cheap clothes. The crowd walking on the street made me realize my humbleness.
The books you have read will eventually disappear in your memory.
road
a way home
Ordinary, ordinary
Wrapping my stubbornness and pain
I would like to be that ray of spring breeze
Send intoxicating warmth to the world
Adhering to the angel's left and right
I will walk out of this confused road. There will be a light to show me the way. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com