The scenery outside the window is a little different, a little green and a little warm.
I once again set foot on that long-lost city, with the same noise and prosperity. I know what doesn't belong to me is this distance.
Just take the subway, a familiar and unfamiliar plot. I don't know why, but I feel that the city is smooth and coming and going.
As long as you have time, as long as you don't worry, sit down station after station, no one cares about you or others, because you are a stranger to this city and others are strangers. So, you can be bored, or you can read the newspaper unscrupulously.
Although there are always countless people here, it is always quiet.
Up and down, stop and go, the same. The law changes the face of people.
I feel that this kind of underground subway is a remedy for many difficulties in the world. Faced with many troubles, it may be an escape, but if you don't face it, the occasional escape may lead to new discoveries and experiences. And the subway is a good reason to escape.
Maybe I am more leisure, have no time pressure, have nothing to do, and have no urgent problems to solve, so I can sit in the subway and think aimlessly.
On such a not-so-cold afternoon, in the next few years, I revisited my old place and let go of my thoughts. In fact, this is another way to relax and escape temporarily.
Being very close to nature, being yourself from the mortal world is a bit extravagant, but it is very reassuring and fulfilling. Aside from all the usual busyness, no one knows where I am, when I will come, when I will leave, when I will leave and when I will come back.
Maybe I have been imprisoned and lost for too long, so I think so. However, all mortals have concerns, and there is some kind of call and reluctance in their hearts. Therefore, no matter how long you leave, you will return to your hometown and return to the truth.
However, I think I will walk on the road so easily in a certain season and at a certain moment, perhaps for no reason, just to go out and see the outside world.
Simple, but difficult.
After leaving the city where I stayed for many days, people have become memories of yesterday, and the story is dusty, but I still miss it. I didn't tell my friends who stayed in that city about my coming and going. Maybe I'm used to such parting or gathering. I hope this heart, like friendship, doesn't have to stick to form. However, I still hope my friends will be happy, even if they are far away from home, they can persist and be strong.
Walking is like a landscape. It has come, gone, lost and gained again.
I'll start over.