After getting up in the morning, I washed my face in a hurry, looked up at the sky and felt that the top of my head had begun to shine slightly. Although it is still dark in the distance, I conclude that this little darkness is the little darkness before dawn, and before long, the east will show a fish-belly grey. So I quickly got off the tram, wrapped my coat and locked the gate. At 5: 50, I set off on time and headed for school.
The street lamp has gone out, the headlights of my electric car are on, and a bright beam of light has been spreading far away. I controlled the switch and tried to drive the car at a constant speed. There are few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, an early bus comes from the opposite side. I can't open my eyes because of the headlights. I stopped gently until he passed me, and then went on my way.
Out of the east gate, I looked up at the sky again. My head seems a little brighter than before, and the trees and villages in the distance are still blurred. On the road, vegetable wholesalers gathered a large area, including multi-purpose vehicles, tricycles and large trucks, occupying the whole intersection, and people traded in dim light. I walked carefully through the busiest market before dawn and moved on.
The poplars on both sides of the road, like rows of neat sentries, fell behind me in my consciousness. The lights in front of some residents are still on, and the lights of electric cars are still shaking on the road ahead. The whistling wind filled my ears and rushed in along my neck, and my clothes seemed to be full of wind. I shrink my head and can't resist its invasion. Suddenly found that winter has arrived. The light of the car in front swallowed up the light in front of my car, so I tried to lean on the side of the road and slow down. I didn't get back to my original speed until its shadow shifted behind me. It's almost school, and I feel that the morning sky almost drowns the light in front of me, and the distant villages and Woods are finally faintly visible. Occasionally, one or two early risers have stepped on the rhythm of the morning and stretched on the road.
I always thought that the darkness before dawn was short-lived, but during this time, I walked more than 20 miles to greet the dawn. If we measure time by our journey, we will find that time should be cherished.
Before dawn, the cold wind swept, with a white face and holding white clouds in the sky, freezing the winter morning. This is the darkness before dawn, there is no lingering, only indifference, and those bitterness; There is no noise, no pride, a faint river of years flowing slowly, those bleak, with temptation, everywhere; The light in the distance is lonely and quiet without any emotion, but the light on its head pulls its shadow very long. Maybe it just wants to show its enthusiasm, but the wind makes it cold, so it no longer insists but becomes lazy, letting the light spread everywhere.
The stars before dawn are still quiet; They just blinked and watched the cold wind quietly. The cold wind did not show any sadness, but continued to miss it, just continued to express enthusiasm, continued to touch everything, and continued to go its own way. Everything has also begun its own struggle and has its own changes. They kept making noises to express their doubts, their dissatisfaction and their attachment. Listen quietly, listen quietly, you can hear a lot of noise, especially their noise with the wind. The loneliness before dawn is intertwined with the joy of the wind, revealing the sadness and faint memories in the night.
The trees on the roadside are a little fuzzy and the figure is a little lost; There are still a few leaves on their heads, swaying in the wind. I don't know what these leaves are insisting on, but they always don't want to be silent, make a sound in the wind and leave a groan in the night before dawn. These leaves also know that time can't be reversed, and they can't have any lingering in winter; They still stay in the tree or rely on it. Occasionally, some leaves will be taken away by the wind, swaying in the sky, wondering where it is going and the road it has traveled, which will become very vague. At this time, the tree did not become haggard, but wanted to sleep. There are no green leaves, only the ups and downs in time and the memories in the days. Are they dreaming? Or do you want to show their changes? Their heads were covered with faint white gauze by frost, and the wind left them, because the white gauze on their bodies was constantly changing, and they wanted to talk to the wind as if they were answering.
Grass, has become very old, without any toughness, without any calm, struggling, without the past elegance; The stiff body swings with the wind, and the stiff posture extends to the sky. When the wind came, the grass's head began to swing slightly. They were crushed by the frost, but they were struggling. But these grasses are still graceful, perhaps because they are happy before dawn. They wear white headscarves and sway in the wind like white clouds in the sky; Grass is not as deep as a tree, nor is it as cautious as a tree. They know that they want to express their joy, as well as their anxiety, anxiety and nostalgia.
The waning moon in the sky keeps its own cycle. At this time, his face showed fatigue, as if he had shed tears, because he was about to leave here, and the arrival of dawn was his frustration. Although Yue still wants to continue her career, she also wants to leave her light in the wilderness, in Shan Ye and on earth, but time is running out, which makes her hesitate, leaving a faint sadness and expressing her inner struggle. But it still has its own elegance, and it refuses to show shyness.
The frost hovering in the night sky stopped at this time, which is no longer its journey; First frost's indifference may be first frost's helplessness, first frost's expectation or first frost's constant wandering. This is an adjacent surface, and the cold is constantly flowing. In the world before dawn, there are cold winds, periods of stars, the loss of the moon and the temptation of frost. But all this will become the past, and the footsteps of dawn are the real way to go.
It's freezing and cold, and nothing can stop it, because the road at dawn is the way home.