Life is arriving at the station again and again, and the station of life always echoes with the whistle.

"Life is arriving at the station again and again." That's very good. The friend who said this must have an extraordinary feeling about the station. Between people and bus stations, stations and stations, there are always people running around, getting on, getting off, leaving and entering the station. Someone always arrives at this station, waiting for the next stop. This kind of running and waiting has become the normal life of some people.

I had an unforgettable experience. In the early 198s, the traffic conditions were not good. It was only 2 kilometers away from the country where I worked to the county seat, but it was necessary to catch a bus to go to the county seat, because there were only two buses in the morning and afternoon a day. If I missed it, I would have to wait for the next day or even the third day. Because it is difficult to catch the bus, even if I catch it, it takes a long time, the road is uneven, and the car shakes badly. Sometimes I don't want to take the bus, but I have no choice. Sometimes I have to go back to my hometown on weekends or at the end of the month, and my mother is at home, with land and help when I am busy with farming. At my age, I am the main laborer, and I am always busy for ten days and a half months in the fields according to the needs of the season. At that time, catching the bus was a major event outside my work.

Later, when I went to work in the countryside of another county, I still had to catch the bus. I remember the first time I went to the countryside by bus from the county seat. I bought a ticket in the morning and didn't get on the bus until noon. After asking, I realized that there was only a transit station in the countryside where I was going, and the station didn't announce its name. I missed the time and waited until the departure in the afternoon before I managed to catch the bus. By the time we got to the countryside, it was dark. The dark towns and villages make people feel helpless. After this experience, I went to the countryside by car and never made such a "monkey show" again.

On another occasion, I went to a mountain village in County B to see a close friend. From County A to County B, I changed trains twice. Waiting for the bus in the waiting room of the bus station in County B, when it was about to arrive, the station announced that it was snowing, the bus to the mountain village would not leave, and those who were willing to refund the ticket would be refunded immediately, and those who were unwilling to refund the ticket would be notified. After that, some people have refunded their tickets, mostly local people. Don't rush to leave. I'm a foreigner. I'm going to transit here. The place I really want to go is a mountain village nearly a hundred miles away from the county seat. Since it is a mountain village, the road is naturally dominated by mountain roads. I heard that it is still Panshan Road, which goes up the mountain and down the mountain. On snowy days, no driver dares to drive, let alone a shuttle bus. It was not until the evening when the waiting room was about to close, that I reluctantly returned my ticket and checked in at a small hotel next to the station. It was not until the third day, when the weather improved and the bus could pass, that I got on the bus eagerly.

unfortunately, my best friend has left the mountain village and returned to the county seat because of poor information reception. Maybe, I am at two stations with my best friend. She gets on the bus and I get off. Or, two buses pass by, one heading for the mountain village and the other heading for the county seat. In those years, the station and people, people and car stations, I don't know how many opportunities to miss, and I don't know how much emotion to give birth to.

because of my work, I later left the countryside to work in the county, and from the county to the city. There is a station between my home and my work. It is common to rush to the station every weekend or special holiday. Because the frequency of running the station is high, I have some experience by taking the shuttle bus, and I often design the station myself, so I don't have to rush to the station to get on the bus. Gradually, in the mobile station, there are some familiar riders one after another, exchanging information with each other and exchanging the best route for riding, which saves time and effort and saves some expenses. After many years, there is really a lot of money left ...

After many years, work and life are relatively stable. After buying a private car, the station will gradually go away. Occasionally, I have to go to a place, such as Beishang Guangshen. I didn't dare to think about it before, because it was not easy to go. Now it's convenient. From the past slow train to the present bullet train, high-speed train and even airplane, it's really convenient. It's convenient to come and go. Obviously, my impression of the station is no longer so clear, and I don't have any trouble in my heart.

Of course, many people are worried about traveling. Many people are puzzled by a ticket for special festivals such as Spring Festival and Golden Week. Standing at the station, it is hard to feel the anxiety that is eager to see, and the waiting that is eager to see through the autumn water.

However, the hustle and bustle of the station is still normal. In the new era, the distance between cities is accelerating and shortening, and the number of pedestrians coming and going is increasing. There are many people who travel between cities because of their livelihood, and many people who travel to different cities every day because of their work. Such a group of people, their dependence on the station, their memory of the station, and their feelings about the station are enough to write with the feelings of life.

fortunately, there is always a sense of happiness and gain in this kind of rush, and there will also be a sense of joy lingering in the heart, just when they walk out of the station, just when they get home safely, or, at the moment when they get on the bus safely, at the moment when the bus and train start, the crisp whistle passes gently from the heart and echoes in a station, a trip, a trip and a meeting in life. Love literature, like writing. Comments, poems, essays and novels have been published in China Literature, Selected Short Stories, Baihua Garden, Spark, Literary Newspaper, Youth Poetry and several literary micro-journals. He has published five books on literature, news and education.