Train, a means of transportation. Promote economic development and carry people between cities.
Thanks to the development of modern technology, trains no longer spit out thick black smoke or make harsh friction sounds between metals. Let travelers be relieved from black smoke and noise.
The train is hung with green leather carriages, which are very long. The locomotive is like a wild horse running away along the railway track, carrying passengers into the distance.
Every traveler must have a special relationship with trains.
Last summer, I took a train from Zunyi to Guangzhou. It took 23 hours on a hard seat. I spent a whole day on the train. I originally thought it would be a painful experience. Later I discovered that taking the train is actually a good experience. Before getting on the bus, I would guess what kind of person would be next to me and whether it would be safe or not. But this time it was indeed a good train trip.
The little boy sitting opposite showed off his treasure to the adults with a toy racing car, saying that he would use his racing car to knock out the train. The younger boy sitting next to him asked how long it would take for his father to reach his destination. Children may be impatient and always hope to achieve their goals at once. His dad replied that it would be there when he counted to 200 seconds. The little boy counted enthusiastically, 15, 16... The decibels became smaller and smaller. The little boy simply gave up, saying that 200 seconds was too long and he didn’t want to count. In order to comfort him, his father took out Oreos. The little boy is like a repeater, vividly reproducing the advertising slogans in the carriage. His words: First twist, lick, and then soak. It is even more immature than the original sound of the advertisement. Then, after eating and drinking enough, I lay happily in my father's arms and fell asleep, no longer worrying about when to arrive. Soon, the air filled with various speakers was filled with the sound of a little boy snoring.
A few days later, I took the regular train back to Zunyi every day. The train track is halfway up the mountain. You can imagine how amazing the workers who built the railway at that time were. Looking down from above is a beautiful and beautiful scenery. It is green and primitive, and is a favorite route for adventurers. A God-given river lies quietly beneath the tracks. Like a peaceful old man, it intersects with the track and forms an irregular cross! The road and the river are two parallel lines. There are jeeps and farmers carrying loaders on the road. The scenery along the way is very consistent with the transition from a first-tier city to a fourth-tier city, from the crowds of high-rise buildings to the embrace of mountains and green fields. It is these pleasant green colors from nature that have led economists to classify this land as a poverty area. Although the place where they live is very poor, at least the water is green!
When it comes to various experiences on the train, thousands of students studying abroad have the best say.
The end of a holiday means sitting on a moving train again. This time I was lucky, I got a window seat. The train turns the sky into darkness, and the night sinks deeper and deeper. It is easy to think of a very appropriate lyric: The day does not understand the darkness of the night. The night view outside the window greets me through the glass. It is not as romantic and beautiful as I imagined, because there is no partner around me who makes the night view beautiful. Are trains bound for distant places a source of inspiration? It often makes people think a lot and make them feel sad involuntarily. Perhaps it is because of the sadness of leaving home, the caring words of relatives, the reluctant eyes of childhood friends, the cherished farewells of close friends, and the distant greetings of distant lovers. As summer quietly leaves and the golden season arrives, the enthusiasm cools down and becomes a cool farewell. The nerve stimulation of caffeine is still no match for the attack of sleep god, and the upper and lower eyelids cooperate to perform a blinking game. It was a painful sleeping position even sitting on either side, but due to space constraints, I had to suffer for more than ten hours. And when I was in pain myself, I observed how they were in pain and what kind of mentality they had.
I always don’t understand why the train stops at a place without a stop sign. A moth fluttered on the car window and stopped. The tentacles moved up and down habitually, quietly observing how the world of another creature was different from my own, separated only by a glass. Interestingly, right after, another moth flew over and circled next to the previous moth. It seems they are a couple. Whether they were quarreling or playing hide-and-seek, the scene between the two of them can't help but evoke the longing for each other in separated lovers. In fact, moths should be an optimistic and strong species. Even though there is an idiom called moths flying into the flame to describe their stupidity, we might as well look at this species from another angle. Fire is hot and bright. They rush towards the fire because they always fly towards warm, bright places and towards hope. Bless the two moths outside the window.
When I was taking a nap with my eyes closed on the train home during the winter vacation, a middle-aged woman leaning on my seat was talking on the phone. She could not hear the sound of sobbing during the call. But when my eyes collided directly with hers, I could clearly see the dazzling red color! From the bloodshot eyes! Clearly crying with heartbreak! The tears on my cheeks haven't dried yet, and there are still traces. Her father passed away, which was already tragic enough, but what made it even worse was that she couldn't buy a ticket home on the same day. She could only buy a train ticket, and it was a standing ticket. Fortunately, a kind person in the carriage reminded her that she could apply for a replacement ticket. This was able to relieve some of her fatigue. The other end of the phone said that her father hated her the most during his lifetime and missed her the most. If she doesn't come back, her father's body will not be buried.
What is long is not the swaying of the train, but the suffering of failure to fulfill one's filial piety. I clearly felt that she was exhausted mentally and physically from crying, and her heart was still bleeding. She was going to spend that endless night on the train, and that night was bound to feel like a century. I hope the god of sleep can possess her and give this poor daughter a good dream, in which she and her father can continue to be happy bit by bit.
A train, several carriages. It is the epitome of thousands of life fragments. The cries of children, the trivial conversations between adults, the cuddling between lovers, and if you are unlucky, there may be a battle of wits with a thief. Some complained, some laughed, and some were indifferent. And I belong to the emotional category.
Recently, all social platforms have been flooded with Xu Wei’s latest single: Life is not just about the present, but also about poetry and distant fields. I don’t know the story behind this song. But I want to say that poetry and fields do not only exist in the distance. A train can be a poem, a piece of green field. All kinds of life dramas are being staged on the train. Travelers, please be a good audience.