Going for a long trip at the age of eighteen
The asphalt road is constantly undulating, as if the road is sticking to the waves. As I walk on this mountain road, I feel like a boat.
I am eighteen years old this year, and the few yellow beards on my chin are fluttering in the wind. They are the first beards to settle here.
So I cherish them very much. . I walked on this road for a whole day and saw many mountains and clouds. All the mountains and all the clouds remind me of familiar people. I called them their nicknames. So even though I walked
for a day, I was not tired at all. I passed through the morning like this and now entered the end of the afternoon, and I also saw the hair of dusk. But I haven't entered a hotel yet.
I met many people on the road, but they didn’t know where they were and whether there was a hotel ahead. They all told me: "Go and take a look." I thought what they said was very good, and I actually walked over and took a look. But I haven't yet
entered a hotel. I feel like I should worry about the hotel.
I was surprised that I only encountered a car once after walking all day. It was noon, and I just wanted to hitchhike, but at that time
I just wanted to hitchhike. I didn't worry about the hotel at that time. At that time, I just thought it was great to get a ride. I stood on the side of the road and waved to the car. I tried my best to wave gracefully. But the driver didn't even look at me. The car, like the driver, didn't even look at me. It flashed in front of my eyes and passed by. I chased the car desperately for a while. I did this just for fun, because I didn't worry about the hotel at that time. I chased the car until it disappeared, and then I laughed to myself, but I immediately discovered that laughing too hard would affect my breathing, so I stopped laughing immediately. Then I
continued walking happily, but I began to regret in my heart, regretting that I didn't put a big stone in my hand that was waving gracefully. Now I really want a ride, because dusk is coming, but the hotel is still in its mother's belly. But I didn't see another car throughout the entire afternoon. If I were to stop another car now, I think I would be able to stop it. I would lie down in the middle of the road and I'm sure all the cars would brake right next to my ear. But now I can't even hear the sound of the car's motor. Now
I can only walk over and take a look. This is a good thing, go and take a look.
The road has ups and downs, and the high place always tempts me, tempting me to rush up to see the hotel, but every time I only see another high place, and in the middle is a place called The arc of human frustration. Despite this, I still ran to higher places again and again, and every time I ran for my life. Now I'm running to higher ground again. This time I saw it, not a hotel but a car. The car
was parked in my direction, at a low point on the road. I saw the driver's butt raised high, with the sunset glow on his butt. I couldn't see the driver's head, it was stuck in the front of the car. The front cover of the car tilted up, like lips turned up. There were baskets piled high in the carriage, and I thought they must be filled with fruits. Of course bananas are the best. I
I think he should have it in his cab, so I can pick it up and eat it as soon as I sit in. Although the car will drive towards me
but I no longer care about the direction. I need a hotel now. If there is no hotel, I need a car. The car is right in front of me.
I ran over happily and said hello to the driver: "Hello, fellow man."
The driver didn't seem to hear and was still fiddling with something.
“Fellow, smoke.”
At this time, he used all his strength to pull the head out, and stretched out a black hand, clamped it on me and handed it to me. Smoke from the past
. I quickly lit the fire for him, and he put the cigarette in his mouth and took a few puffs, then put his head in it again.
So I felt at ease. As long as he took my cigarette, he would let me ride in his car. I walked around the car to detect the contents of the basket. But I couldn't see clearly, so I used my nose to smell it and smelled apples.
Apple is not bad, I think so. After a while he repaired the car, closed the hood and jumped out. I quickly walked up and said:
"Fellow, I want a ride." Unexpectedly, he pushed me with his black hand and said roughly: "Get away." I was so angry
With nothing to say, he slowly opened the car door and got in, and then the engine rang. I know that if I miss this opportunity, I will never have another chance. I know I should take the plunge now. So I ran to the other side, opened the door and got in. I was ready to have a fight with him in the cab. When I entered, I first yelled at him: "You still have my cigarette in your mouth." By this time, the car was already moving. However, he looked at me with a friendly smile, which puzzled me. He asked: "Where are you going?" I said: "Anywhere.
He asked kindly: "Want to eat an apple?" "He still looked at me.
"That's no need to ask. "Go to the back and get it." "He was driving the car so fast. Do I dare to climb out of the cab and climb to the back? So I said, "Forget it." "Go and get it," he said. "His eyes were still looking at me.
I said: "Don't look, there is no road on my face. ”
He then turned his head to look at the road.
The car drove in the direction I came from. I sat comfortably on the seat, looked out the window, and met the driver. We were chatting. Now I have become friends with him. I already know that he is an individual trafficker. The car is his own. I also own the apple. I heard the money jingling in his pocket. I asked him, "Where are you going?" He said, "Drive over and have a look." "
These words are almost like what my brother said. They are so kind. I feel closer to him. Everything outside the car window should be familiar to me. Those mountains and clouds reminded me of another group of familiar people coming, so I called out another group of nicknames. Now I don't care about the hotel, the car, or the driver. This seat gives me peace of mind
I don't know where the car is going, and neither does he. It doesn't matter to us where it is.
, as long as the car is running, let's go over and take a look. But at that time, we were already very good friends. I put my hand on his shoulder. He put his hand on my shoulder. He was telling me about his love. When he was about to talk about the feeling of hugging a woman for the first time, the car broke down while going uphill. ,
At that time, the car suddenly stopped barking, and suddenly stopped like a dead pig, so he climbed onto the front of the car again and turned up his upper lip again. , his head was stuffed in again. I was sitting in the cab, and I knew that his butt must be high at the moment
But his upper lip blocked my view and I couldn't see his butt. . But I could hear the sound of him repairing the car.
After a while, he pulled out the head and closed the car cover. His hands were even darker at that time, and his dirty hands were on his clothes. I wiped it again and again, then jumped on the ground and walked over, "Repaired? I asked, "It's over. There's no way to repair it." "He said.
I finished thinking, "What should I do? "I asked.
"We'll see. "He said casually.
I was still sitting in the car, not knowing what to do. Now I thought of the hotel again. At that time, the sun was about to
set, and the sunset It was rising like steam. The hotel came back to my mind, and gradually expanded, and soon it filled my head. A hotel grew out of his head. At this time, the driver started doing radio exercises in the middle of the road. He went from the first section to the last section, and then went around the car very seriously.
The driver may have stayed in the cab for too long, and now he needs to exercise.
I can’t sit inside even if I watch him moving around outside. I didn't want to live, so I opened the car door and jumped out. But I didn't do radio exercises or trot. I was thinking about the hotel and the hotel.
At this time, I saw something on the slope. Five people came down on bicycles, with two large baskets tied to the back of each bicycle. I thought they were farmers nearby, probably coming back from selling vegetables. When someone came down, I felt very happy, so I went up to him and shouted: "Hello, fellow villagers. "
The five people jumped out of the car when they rode in front of me. I happily greeted them and asked: "Is there a hotel nearby? ”
They didn’t answer, but asked me: “What’s in the car?” "
I said: "It's an apple. "The five of them pushed their bicycles to the car. Two of them climbed on to the car, and then they turned over ten baskets of apples. The three people below opened the basket lids and put them into their own baskets. I didn't know what happened for a while. I was stunned by the scene and rushed forward, asking, "What are you going to do?" "
None of them paid attention to me and continued to pour apples. I went up and grabbed one of them's hand and shouted: "Someone is grabbing apples
! "At this time, a fist hit me hard under the nose, and I was knocked several meters away. I got up and touched it with my hand.
My nose was not attached to my face but was hanging softly. Blood flowed like sad tears, but when I saw clearly the strong man who hit me, the five of them had already climbed on the bicycle and were riding away slowly.
He was probably tired from running,
he was probably tired from running. I shouted to him:
"Your apple." Robbed! "But he didn't pay attention to what I was shouting and was still walking slowly. I really wanted to go up and punch him and make his nose hang up. I ran over and put it in his ear. Shouted: “Your apple was taken away.
"
He then turned around and looked at me. I found that his expression was getting more and more happy, and I found that he was looking at my nose. At this time,
on the slope Many more people came down on bicycles. There were two big baskets behind each car. There were some children among the cyclists. They swarmed in and immediately surrounded the car. I jumped on the car, and the baskets containing apples fell down one after another. The apples flowed out from some broken baskets like my nosebleeds. They all poured them into their own baskets like crazy.
Loading apples. In just a moment, all the apples on the car were on the ground. At that time, several walking tractors rumbled down the slope. The tractors also stopped next to the car and jumped off. A group of big men began to load apples onto the tractor, and the empty baskets were thrown out one by one. By then, the apples were already rolling all over the ground, and everyone was squatting like toads to pick them up. Apple.
It was at this time that I rushed forward regardless of my own safety, and I shouted loudly: "Robber!" "Pounced on me. Then there were several fists and feet to greet me. Every part of my body was beaten almost at the same time. When I got up from the ground with support, several children
laughing at me from a distance, and I knew that my nose must look even better now than it did
I was even angry at that time. I had no strength left. I could only look at everything that made me extremely angry.
What I was most angry about was the driver. Holding tractors and bicycles, they also participated in this catastrophe. I saw that there were fewer and fewer apples on the ground, and I watched some people leave and some people arrive late. Working on the car, I watched
as they removed the window glass, removed the tires, and pried off the wooden boards.
Looking very downcast, some children went to pick up the baskets that had just been thrown out. I saw that the ground was getting cleaner and cleaner, and there were fewer and fewer people. I can look at it, because I don’t even have the strength to be angry.
I sit on the ground and can’t get up. I can only let my eyes walk around. There is only one hand holding me. The tractor was still parked next to the lying car. There was a man looking around to see if there was anything else he could take.
He looked around for a while. Then they climbed onto the tractor one by one, and then the tractor started to move. At this time, I saw the driver also jumped onto the tractor. He sat down in the truck and was still laughing at me. . I saw that he was holding my red backpack. He took away my clothes and my money, as well as food and books. But he
took my backpack away
I watched the tractor climb up the slope and then disappeared, but I could still hear its sound after a while. Even the sound was gone. The surroundings suddenly became silent, and the sky began to get dark. I was still sitting on the ground. I was hungry and cold.
But now There was nothing left. I sat there for a long time, and then I slowly got up. It was very difficult for me to get up, because every time I moved, I felt severe pain, but I still got up. I limped to the car. The car looked really miserable. It was lying there covered in bruises, and I knew that I was also covered in bruises.
The sky was completely dark. It was dark, and there was nothing around except the bruised car and me. I looked at the car with infinite sadness, and the car looked at me with infinite sadness. I reached out and touched it. It was cold all over. At that time
The wind started to pick up. The wind was very strong. The sound of the leaves on the mountain shaking was like the sound of sea waves. This sound frightened me and made me
like a car. Feeling cold all over.
I opened the door and got in. They didn't pry off the seat, which gave me some comfort. I lay down in the cab. I smelled the smell of leaking gasoline, which was like the smell of blood flowing out of my body.
The wind outside is getting stronger and stronger, but I start to feel a little warmer lying on the seat. I feel that although the car is covered with bruises,
its heart is still sound and warm. I know my heart is warm too. I've been looking for a hotel,
I didn't expect you to be here. I lay in the pit of my heart in the car, thinking of such a sunny and gentle noon, when the sunshine was very beautiful.
I remember playing happily outside for a long time, and then I came home and saw out the window that my father was packing a red backpack in the house. I threw myself at the window and asked, "Dad, what do you want?" "Going out?"
My father turned around and said gently: "No, I want you to go out."
"Let me go out?" "Yes, you are already eighteen." , you should go and get to know the outside world." Later
I picked up that beautiful red backpack, and my father patted me on the back of the head, like a pat on the butt of a horse. So
I rushed out of the house happily and ran happily like a cheerful horse.