At every intersection of life, when the emotional burden moves forward, it may be the moment when relatives and friends leave. At that moment, time and space showed the enthusiasm and depression before the jump. I often think, if the platform, apron and dock are aware of it, can we still bear so many feelings of parting? Mother and son, husband and wife, brothers and sisters, friends and colleagues, bosom friends and classmates, lovers and lovers, eyes embracing each other. -When the autumn rain is lingering, when the snow falls at dusk, when the morning wind blows slightly, when the nebula wanders, the whistle sounds.
Many people will never see it again, which will become a gray background, setting off mottled memories; Many people meet after a long separation, so there will be double tenderness here.
Whenever I see those people who smile with tears and wave and run, I always feel that something is stirred in my heart. The world, because of this separation, has some regrets; Also because of this separation, the shortcomings become beautiful.
I can't forget these scenes:
On the platform where the recruits were sent, a mother smiled and held back her tears. The son, who has not yet worn the badge, gave her the first military salute with unskilled movements, and the train and the years marched in the March. A rural old man sent his granddaughter to college for a long trip, and they fought each other for a piece of 10 yuan. I've learned that love takes many forms. Money can be expressed, but it cannot be measured. A pair of lovers who walked aside shook hands and said goodbye. They can't kiss each other, so they hug each other with their eyes. Two young people who are as close as brothers are inseparable. I asked the young people off, "Are you old friends?" "No, I've only known each other for a few days." Watching the front of the train disappear, he added: "The disaster comes from the mouth." I suddenly remembered two poems, "There are plenty of grass in the sea" and "We met". We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ”。 With these two realms, the world can be regarded as ambitious and broad-minded. What impressed me most was that a group of junior high school students in the mining area saw off several teachers' college students returning from their internship at a foggy mine station in Sichuan. A girl was the first to cry. Suddenly, the platform was wet with love. Unexpectedly, several boys got on the train and wanted to make another stop. In principle, the hard-hearted conductor silently agreed. On the bus, I asked several future teachers. They had difficulty in making sentences, so they simply opened a large pile of donated books. A book has only one title: Teacher, you will never leave my heart. Later, the railroad tracks gave me this image: blood vessels. No matter how it is extended, it is also a cycle, and it will eventually reach the hearts of relatives and friends, society and the motherland.
Platform is a delicate and affectionate girl, but also a rough and unrestrained man. It has the breath of the South River, the emotion of the North Mountain on its shoulders, the memory of the past and the hope of tomorrow.
After all, the platform of the times has shortened the distance between far and far, the distance between heart and heart, Leng Yan in Liu Yong's "Yang Liuan and the waning moon", the sadness of Jing Ke's "wind rustling and water cooling" and Wang Wei's loneliness of "advising you to drink a glass of wine". Therefore, our generation is full of passion, going to Shigatse in the west, Daya Bay in the east, Mohe in the north and Laoshan in the south.
What flows and surges is-life-life.
I yearn for the distance, because there are many stops on the way to the distance, and there are many stories on the stops. There are many friends who know or don't know in the story, and friends express their love by their own way of seeing them off.
Life is flowing, life is flowing, but love is always standing and fluctuating with a solid platform.