After the spring equinox, the temperature gradually rose, and the trees on the street were filled with blooming flowers. However, there was a strong wind last night and another drizzle. In the morning, gray clouds were still in the sky. It was suspended, as if a cold rain would fall at any time. The warm air became damp and cold. I walked along the slippery streets with my leather bag in hand. The sharp cold wind blew on my face and I felt a little bit cold, which made people feel that the pace of the season was still in the cold winter. Clusters of flower trees were shivering in the cold wind, and pieces of light red and lavender petals were scattered under the trees.
I got to the subway entrance and went down the stairs, planning to take the subway to my destination. When the train arrived, I stepped into the carriage. The carriage was extremely crowded and there were no empty seats at all. The aisles were also crowded with people, standing crookedly and shoulder to shoulder. I casually grabbed the hanging ring and stood it sideways in the aisle like an awl, and found that the car was covered with cherry blossom pattern wallpaper. Branches of cherry blossoms stretch straight or curve, charming and lifelike. I seem to be in a sea of ??flowers and can smell the fragrance of cherry blossoms. This train seemed to suddenly become a subway bound for spring. The fragrance of flowers lingered along the way, the sun shone along the way, and the bees and butterflies danced along the way.
I noticed that the person standing next to me was a girl about twenty years old. She is tall, with disheveled hair, and wears a navy blue woolen coat. She lowered her head, with a few locks of hair covering her forehead and cheeks, looking sad. When I saw her face clearly, I saw her eyes were red and wet, and crystal tears slowly rolled down from her eyes. I suddenly became curious about this strange girl. I guessed that she was a college graduate who had just left school. Her job in a company was very unsatisfactory. Her once beautiful ideals were as brittle as glass in the face of the harsh reality and shattered to the ground. She was disappointed and shed tears. I speculated that she might also have broken up with her boyfriend of many years, and her once sworn friendship became cannon fodder, and she shed tears of sadness. I imagined that she might have received a call from her family in the morning saying that her grandfather had passed away. She was now on her way to the train station to catch the train home for the funeral. She blankly recalled the scenes of her grandfather's love for her and cried sadly. Perhaps the reason why she cried had nothing to do with work, feelings, or family ties. She just remembered a sensational movie she watched in the cinema with her friends last night, and she shed tears when she thought of the tragic ending...
The train was speeding through the dark tunnel, one stop after another, We are about to reach the next stop. My thoughts are also meandering in the tunnel of imagination. The strange girl stood quietly next to me, letting tears quietly slide down her cheeks. If there weren't so many people in the car, I think she would burst into tears. I seemed to be the only one on the train who noticed that she was crying. I really wanted to ask her why she was crying and wanted to know her story, but I was hesitant. By the time I decided to ask her, my destination had been reached. I glanced at the cherry blossom patterns all over the carriage and got out of the car in a hurry. The girl was still standing in the car with her head lowered and tears in her eyes.
I stood quietly at the exit of the subway station, looking at the strangers coming and going. I think these strangers all have their own destinations, their own stories, and their own sorrows and joys. On the subway in life on the way to heaven, whether strangers or friends, even if there is no greeting, no knowing smile, and no pleasant conversation, I wish them happiness and happiness along the way. Sunlight.