The extinguished cigarette butt, like a homeless child, leaves his fingers and falls to one side. Empty-handed, when the Buddha comes, the gorgeous turn disappears in an instant, and there is no more natural and unrestrained posture and no consolation with a smile. Hold the residual farewell at the corner of your mouth, lower your head quietly, dare not say anything, don't want to talk, and can't cry.
I can't go back to the past, just like I couldn't imagine the future at first, so confused. To leave, the outline of trance should show what kind of expression, expression inertia shows indifference, like insincere defense, but there is not much tension and exaggeration, just silently leaving. At this time, the heart is like a lake, the heart is tumbling, and the surface is too calm. Even if a stone falls into the lake, the ripples will gradually disappear and restore peace.
waving, like a fake action, is insincere and stiff. What is the prosperity that I haven't seen for a long time now? Is it the glamour, the loneliness under the noise of the crowd, or the inner noise? Memories suddenly have no plot, but only sadness and happiness, and the ending now.
actually, you may not know that the time of waiting and expecting is the last shift. I feel inexplicable panic in my heart. Just follow the train forward. Outside the window are those who wave goodbye to you. What you say goodbye to is your happiness and sadness, your youth and years, your past events and stories, and your love or friendship that you can't give up.
The cigarette butts that will be extinguished bid farewell to your fingers. Outside the window, those people and your past experiences witnessed your departure, and gradually drifted away. What went away was time and the stories in time. After a journey, you found that the people and things that bid farewell to you had disappeared. You found that there were new scenery, new people and new stories outside the window. Until you reached the end, everything seemed strange and then gradually became familiar.
Because every day will be the last bus in life, we can't go back and we can't regret it. Say goodbye to yesterday, say goodbye to all the feelings and worries of the previous second.
The last bus, a wave, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to say hello again ... Just don't talk, travel silently, don't look back, the last bus is about to leave, it doesn't matter who goes first, don't take away the tears, and deep love means letting those who don't give up leaving go well ...
The last bus, the road isn't over yet ...
Memories piled up in arrays and crowded in groups, at that time, You still remember how strange it was for the Badaling Great Wall to meander away in the sun, the remnants of the Summer Palace and the magnificent Tiananmen Square. A hat covered the smile, and the shadow moved back and forth on the cheek. There is also the blue sky in Kunming, under the contrast of white clouds, through the streets, carrying a big bag of fruit, eating a big potato, tasting the best powder in the world, visiting the zoo once, and visiting the Yueyatang Park once. Or live in a village under the Gobi Desert in Inner Mongolia, buy clothes in Xuejiawan Town once and enjoy the bitter cold of MINUS 1 degrees Celsius.
There are many unforgettable last buses in my memory. They are both the end and the beginning.
Standing at the entrance of Kunming Railway Station, I couldn't hide my inner sadness. I stayed in Kunming for a month, witnessed the prosperity of the city and enjoyed the delicious food there. The most frequent one was Ji Ji Hong hot pot. I ate hot pot for six days a week, went to many parks, went to the beautiful Dianchi Park, played a hearty basketball game, or squeezed a No.84 bus and took the last bus in the evening. Time has flowed through the place where I have been diligently, and a month is very fast. When I leave, I will continue to eat rice noodles and powder near the station, and I will bid farewell to this spring city. I don't know if I can return to that city again. Of course, those memories can't go back. For memories, that time has become the last bus. I shook hands and waved goodbye to my friends who had played well, and my heart was extremely heavy. At the station, we left many photos to commemorate the most beautiful time of those years. However, parting is always painful, and it is cruel for people who live far apart. That year, I boarded the train from Qingdao to Nanchang to Kunming, and stood all the way for 5 hours, from the hills in the north to the water towns in the south. When I left, I didn't feel happy and novel when I went. My heart was full of sadness. I was carrying a big bag and a schoolbag. I got on the train from Guangzhou to Nanchang. I left at two in the morning and got on the bus. The people on the bus were shoulder to shoulder. I was already very sleepy, but I fell asleep standing up. It was unbearable to be sleepy and tired. This is a clear memory of the last bus in Kunming, isn't it? Pain and happiness.
On the day I graduated from college, the weather in Huangdao Economic Development Zone was gloomy. At the end of June, it should have been cloudless and sunny in Wan Li. However, when I left, it was hard to give up. Four years, like a dream, I spent a wonderful time there from the day I entered Shandong University of Science and Technology. I was a freshman, studied hard, joined the news center, went to study at night every day, and began to study at Shandong University of Science and Technology. Sophomore began to be in charge of the press corps of the news center, began to write a large number of press releases and literary drafts, began to enrich their spare time, started a series of basketball games, and began to be busy taking the CET-4; In my junior year, I worked part-time with several brothers, leaving an extravagant beauty in the backstreet at that time; In my senior year, I continued my part-time job, started my internship, and began to defend my graduation thesis. In the end, I took photos of graduation photo, and everything was the same as yesterday. Unfortunately, it has been two and a half years. I said goodbye to my classmates that day, embracing each other deeply, without words, only waving my hand vigorously and smiling slightly. I took the ferry for the last time, crossed the bay between Huangdao and Qingdao, bid farewell to every building and everything here, and left in this way. Four years of college are gone forever, and those times are no longer there. The Hall of Fame, the basketball court in Area C, the ink lake in the novel plot, the huge playground in Area B and the majestic school gate are all imprinted in my mind like photos. At the moment I set foot on the journey,
From then on, I said goodbye to the city at the foot of Zhushan Mountain and on the coast of Bohai Sea, bidding farewell to the "May Wind", bidding farewell to Zhushan Mountain, bidding farewell to the bathing beach, bidding farewell to the bustling pedestrian street in Taidong, Qingdao, bidding farewell to Beer Street and Tianmucheng Street ...
In December 213, a flying note flew in the sky and told me to leave the vast Gobi Desert in Inner Mongolia and a group of people. There, we have an unimaginable time, fleeting, noisy, lonely, enthusiastic and persistent. To leave, all the past events seem to have happened yesterday, and the curtain rises in front of us. That group of lovely railway builders are still working and living in the village under the Gobi Desert in Inner Mongolia, and their small figures are lost in the village path to the construction site. Morning light and sunset have accompanied them for two or three years. Even the yellow sand is all over the sky, even the bitter cold of MINUS 2 degrees, even the high temperature and heat, even the inconvenient transportation, the wind and rain at the project site are unavoidable, just like this, and we persist. I have been homesick, I have had the idea of taking a bus home, I have been patient and I have struggled. We had painful experiences and happy memories. In Xuejiawan Town, we enjoyed the customs of the people in Inner Mongolia, eating beef and mutton and drinking milk wine. On the endless Gobi desert, the old man drove the sheep and went home in the smoke of the sunset. The blue sky is floating over a piece of white clouds, and the clouds are floating among the reeds on the mountain. Everything looks so beautiful and desirable. Even in the two and a half years in Inner Mongolia, I haven't seen the green flowers in hulun buir grassland, but I am satisfied. In Ordos, a rich city, we have experienced the luxury life of rich families, which is really beyond our reach. The busy market, overbearing, land rover's streets and lanes, makes people sigh. Two and a half years later, our project is finally drawing to a close. We watched the piers erected, the tunnels continued to advance, the employees worked hard, and the railway builders shed their blood, sincere pride and pride. Indeed, we only have a little strength. Although the project is small, we have all worked hard. However, two and a half years later, I will leave this northern province and city and cross to Guizhou in the south. On that day, I felt inexplicable panic in my heart. The leader said that it was the same everywhere, so I had to suppress my inner panic. When I left, I was reluctant, because I knew that the train I left might be the last bus, and my brothers and sisters who had been together for several years did not know whether I would see it again. Those pictures together also became memories.
At the same time, say goodbye to our youth, say goodbye to our childhood, say goodbye to our childlike heart and naive heart, say goodbye to innocence, naughty and lovely carefree, youth is beautiful, and our school days are beautiful. Those friends who studied hard at a cold window together, those who played ball with each other and those who went to the world for their own future all existed in the photo album one by one. How many years later, when I recalled it, I was so enamored. There is such a last bus, you must take it, bid farewell to youth and the last bus of childhood. It will send you to a new environment, and it is also on its journey. You should understand that if you want to be a man, you will face a new society and new people, and you will start to make unremitting efforts for your life, career and love.
From now on, you will not only rely on your parents, but you will take on more responsibilities like a big man. These mature stages, you will learn on the last bus to adulthood.
where there is a beginning, there is an end. In the world, many people have passed us by, but those who have always been in our hearts and want to be in our hearts may never be seen again before the last bus leaves. We can only stay in our minds deeply. Is this the cruelty of separation and the price of growth? I'd rather time stagnated.
There were many last buses later, or stayed at Hohhot Station; Or eat a Daoxiao Noodles next to the bus station in Xuejiawan Town and buy some snacks; Or take the train to Xi 'an together, eat KFC once, and then wave and turn around. In fact, this is all sad. They all say that they are separated for reunion, but when they are separated, they never see the reunion period.
Over the years, I have traveled back and forth, passing by many scenery, meeting many people, feeling the warmth and coldness of human feelings in the world, the vagaries of the world, and the vicissitudes of the past. As Ricky sang in "The Last Bus", the whistle quietly pierced my ears. I'm afraid I won't have a chance to greet you this time. It's the last time. It's your turn to hide in my elbows ... You never know which train will be your last bus.
However, the last bus is about to leave, which is the urging of this time. We are forced to embark on a new journey. Behind us are our gorgeous time and the lovely people who walked together. Let's go and put the happy memories in yesterday. Maybe we will all meet again, about family, love and friendship. Because the better we are, we will meet again, and we will sit on a bench at a moment when the sunset is slightly warm and talk about the changes, experiences and people and things around us over the years.
The hard journey on the last bus is a sleepless memory, a waiting for reunion, a fidgeting panic, and a nostalgia that is hard to give up.
just hide your tears in your heart, stop saying goodbye, catch up when you meet, and get on the last bus. It's time to go home, see relatives and visit friends. The last bus will not be too late, as long as we meet.
Let's go when it's time to go. Don't miss it. Don't be confused. Too many people will only miss it. The last bus is just as punctual.
I was too tired to walk, only to find that I couldn't go back; Walking too tired, I turned around and found that I had gone astray and couldn't dial myself. You never know, maybe a certain train will take you where, get on the wrong train and naturally go astray. Before the last bus leaves, cherish and take care, because there may never be a chance to see you again, and there will never be the same face to sit and chat with you, laugh and cry happily together, and there will never be that person to accompany you through a period of time, an unforgettable period of time. And when you meet new people and new things, you may never find the original feeling or the beautiful time again.
When you get on the last bus and leave alone, the scenery outside the window is drifting away. The beautiful scenery you pass by should be imaginary, and there are noisy scenes behind you. You will remember that in a corner of the city, you saw a man sitting in a pile of wine bottles, full of emptiness and loneliness, and now you can only move forward. Standing on the ferry, I saw the vast sea, and the lighthouse in the distance was very bright, as if I had missed the taste of watching the scenery together and was alone; Or see the waning moon pulling sparse stars and flowing in the night sky. The night and the sky embrace and mend the endless wind and frost over the years. The seemingly gorgeous fleeting time can't stay any longer. Even if you are reluctant to part, you still catch the last bus.
In recent years, there have been too many busyness and trivial matters. A person always rushes to catch the last bus, train and ferry, and may leave behind unfinished things. Indeed, there are many.
Many times, if the last bus is missed, you will never go back, which is a lifelong regret, because you have not booked this ticket before, and if you lose it, you will never go back. So ask yourself, have you tried? Did you pay without regret? Did you persevere in setbacks? Or have you been filial? Have you ever been with your grandparents? Can we make it to the last meeting? Were you still smiling when we last met?
Cherish your loved ones. They have been walking with love all their lives and given you the best. They will stick to their love all their lives. Why not take time out, buy a ticket and go home and have a look?
Over the years, I have been wandering. Every farewell is actually not the last shift. You can't see that smile anymore, or you can't forgive yourself any more, and it exists in regret.
How many acquaintances can we meet in this life? Do we cherish, cherish and love? Maybe a passing by, a missing thought, a gorgeous turn, all let us catch the last bus. There are indeed some deadlines that time gives you, which makes you have to. However, some last buses are personal thoughts.
There is no steering wheel for reversing in life, and there is no turning back. Perhaps you have gone far and far. However, when you return to yourself and look for yourself one day, you find that things are different, or people are different.
indeed, many times, we give the worst temper and the worst anger to the closest relatives, but give patience and tolerance to strangers. When we look back, you have already hurt your feelings. As long as there is still time, as long as you reflect in time, you can still take the last bus to be grateful for the truth.
There are people waiting to get on the platform and get off at the entrance of the platform. They are all busy with their journey, hard work and persistence all the way, just for a reunion or reunion. However, some people may not be able to catch the last bus, and it will be a pity to miss it.
Wave goodbye to the passing scenery. You find that memories are like storytellers who take you back over and over again.