In the past few years, I have often traveled frequently on business trips. Sometimes I travel to three places a day. Sometimes I was too noisy that I woke up the aged and left. Sometimes I run along the rail and sometimes I fly in the turbulence of air. I often wake up in a dream. Raining night outside the window. I patted the face and thought that it does not matter that I am not pretty because I do not hurt people and just live quietly. The wind is unstoppable. I often forget what day is today, and where is this place.
It’s really scary to be middle-aged.
Afraid of taking the elevator. Afraid of being trapped on the 24th floor. Afraid of getting Didi. Afraid of a dozing-off driver. Afraid of taking the bus. Afraid of being hit by an uncle. The man just wanted to see if the little electric bicycle was okay while I was checking whether he was alright. Afraid of taking a van. Afraid of being thrown halfway. Afraid of taking the train. Afraid of meeting a carriage full of kids. Afraid of taking the subway. Afraid of being harassed by creepy women. Afraid of taking flights. Afraid of the captain quarreling with his wife last night. Afraid of encountering typhoons. Afraid of heavy rain, lightning and thunder. Afraid of going to the hospital. Afraid of a doctor forcefully asking me to sign documents in the middle of the night. Afraid of myself throwing Samsung mobile phones as bombs after a few words with the first party. Afraid of receiving calls from family members and hearing myself yelling. Afraid of altitude higher than 5,000. Afraid that I will be lured away by aliens due to my appearance. Afraid of my mobile phone has not been in the service area. Afraid that I will always be too poor.
When a person reaches middle age, life has many concerns.
Dekey’s backpack ten years ago, the mountaineering bag sent by Brother Chuan, the AKG after burn-in, the Surface who accompanied me at Tibet, the Canon/EOS dog lens, the novel 《Easy love: My heart is with you》 that I have read many times without getting tired of it, a pile of long-forgotten bills, and two 3T hard drives filled with memories of traveling friends and scenery of provinces. How comfortable a journey is, in the end, depends on the equipment, which is a protective coloring. The sky is my quilt and the ground is my seat. I spent 100 yuan to cheat food and drink while I was traveling in Macau. I have seen pretty Chengdu girls. I have washed my hands with colorful water from Jiuzhaigou. I secretly collected the sand in Zhongwei. I took a pickup truck to visit the rapeseed flowers in Menyuan. I took pictures of the Chaka Salt Lake connected by the water and the sky. I spent a day in the Potala Palace Square. I crossed the lights of Beijing Shanghai and Guangzhou. After all this, I can call myself a common man who has seen the world.
Once upon a time, two people had been single for a long time, riding a motorcycle and galloping in the wind and rain.
「Let’s go to the cinema. ‘Don’t Go Breaking My Heart 2’ is out.」
『Um?』
「That year we watched the first episode together. This is the second. Don’t know how’s this one.」
『Oh, I don’t care.』
「…」
『Um.』
Do you know? The words on the movie ticket will disappear over time, just like the person who accompanied you to the movie in the first place.
Everyone starts from the starting point and goes out just for a better return.
How many people use “this is the last time” to deceive themselveswhile doing the same thing.
There are fireworks. There is waiting. There is the life you want.
Flower blossom. End of summer.
Well, let me write you a preface.
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