Sitting in a dimly lit bus, walking through the neon lights of this small town, heading to a certain destination platform alone. The radio music playing in the car makes the surroundings extraordinarily quiet. I like this feeling very much. It seems to create a certain situation of déjà vu for the complicated life. Sometimes, I can get rare relaxation and pleasure from some beautiful sense of déjà vu. Suddenly I remembered the days in Putian last year. There were lights like this, flickering on and off; music like this, remote and quiet... A touch of distant urban feelings mixed with a little passion for life. This was my life at that time. After a day's work, although they were a little tired, several young people who had just graduated from college would still pile into a small van without any complaints and take advantage of the busiest hours to rush to certain parks and squares to accompany the school's foreign teachers in various promotional activities. Speaking of that job, I still look quite young and fashionable! -
Time is like a train wheel that has just started, turning faster and faster, leaving you in the blink of an eye! Looking back on those days, it is like a dream. Now I am just trying to recall what I dreamed about before? It was in that dream that I was growing and maturing. After waking up from the dream, I found that: when I returned to the ivory tower, I was childish in my heart, but still matured in my face... To me, those years are just a memory of mine; to it, I am just a pedestrian in those years! -
Looking at the people going up and down the platform, I thought without thinking: What is the relationship between you and me and him (her)? Isn't it just like taking a bus? Here, we meet; here, we will eventually separate. Maybe I got on the bus at the platform you passed and got off before you arrived; maybe you got on the bus at the platform I passed and then got off again; maybe you got on the bus first and got off, or I got on the bus first and got off; if we If we are more predestined, maybe we get on the bus together, pass by some unique scenery and then get off the bus together. In the end, we still have to go our separate ways... It turns out that in this vast sea of people, in these beautiful years, we are just passers-by! I am your passer-by, and you are my passer-by. No matter how many years we have been praying to Buddha in our previous lives, and no matter how predestined we are in this life, in the end we are just passers-by! Just like what Zhang Ailing said: "Among millions of people, you meet the person you want to meet. In the wilderness of millions of years, there is no step too early or too late. When you meet someone, you can only say softly: 'Oh, are you here too?'" -
We are a river formed by thousands of streams, and a sea formed by thousands of rivers. The years of life are indispensable for you, and also for me. With you and me, we can have the beauty and joy of the gurgling stream; with you and me, we can have the majesty and valor of the vast waves... The years have passed by each other, and we have passed by each other! Today's flowers have withered, and tomorrow there should be a new flower blooming somewhere where I can meet you! But I will still remember the blue lotus that I met yesterday! -
Some people pass by you inadvertently, some people pass by you in your memories, and some people pass by you in the sea of people! We all don't know whether we will be lucky enough to pass by someone's memory, but we must know that we should cherish those who will accompany us throughout our lives - lifelong passers-by, who love you and your loved family, lovers, and friends!
It took me a long time to write this upvote
