I am a traveler walking alone on the road of life. I once expected that someone would wait for me at the intersection ahead, dust me off along the way, tell me how to walk the next section of the road, and then

Stay by my side, sharing blessings and hardships, experiencing the baptism of wind and rain together, and welcoming the glory ahead together. However, in fact, I have already understood in my heart that no one will wait for me in the future, and only I will be waiting for me.

Lonely.

They say that all the cells in the human body will be replaced once in seven years. Therefore, some people ask, will you still be the same person in seven years? Similarly, I also use this question to ask myself, in seven years,

Is the place you longed for in the past still in your heart now? Are the people and things you liked in the past still the same as they were in the beginning? Are the songs that you used to sing on a loop still in your favorite playlist? I don’t know that I will be one of the few here.

What has been tempered in the seven years of reincarnation? I have imagined my future, and I have worked hard and struggled for that image in my heart, but you think this is the end? Reality is no better than the fairy tale world, and it is not the same as that day.

The protagonist finally defeats the monster and can truly live a happy life.

Yes, no matter what I have done in the past, I will only face countless challenges and trials in the future. Especially for a person like me who has chosen this difficult road, this feeling is particularly strong and I have experienced some

Something that is unimaginable to most of my peers.

A good man should join the army! When I was sitting in the waiting room returning to school, I held my luggage in both hands. Inside was the military uniform I brought back a month ago. After showing it to my family, I decided it would also be appropriate.

Follow me back to where we should go. I am thinking about what it means to be a soldier, and whether it was right to choose this path in the first place. When others can openly enjoy the happiness of local universities, I have already embarked on it.

On my way back, I faced one task after another and difficulties. To be honest, I was very afraid of the start of school. There was no bugle at home to wake me up, no one forced me to run five kilometers every day, no one would control my freedom to play with my mobile phone, and even more so every day.

I can stay with my mother and share some housework and labor for her. But I still come.

I turned on my phone and watched the TV series "Mr. Good". "The strong wind blew, and the clouds were flying. My breeze shocked the whole country. On such days, I returned to my hometown. How can the brave soldiers...

Use it for me and guard the four directions. Today's joy cannot be forgotten. The joy of life has not been exhausted. People often complain that joy comes too late, but the years still pass by like flying. Why should I ask for trouble and make my heart sad?

Where is the sadness? The sunshine of early spring drives away the cold wind of late winter. The breath of new spring replaces the coldness of the previous period. Green grass grows beside the pond. The birds with different names on the willow trees in the garden also have different names. They fly to the peak.

There is a pagoda that is thousands of meters high. I heard..." This is a poem that Lu Yuan read. Like him, I cried after listening to it. For some reason, the tears just flowed down unsatisfactorily. In my mind

I also remembered my mother’s tearful face before coming to the airport. In fact, she knew all the pain I suffered without me needing to say it.

I thought that after going through the baptism of these hardships, after I completed the transformation from a youth to a soldier, everything would be better. I would become like an adult, bloody and courageous. But after I returned home, I realized

, I am still my mother’s son, and in front of her, I will always be a child who has not grown up. I thought that I have developed a heart of stone, and I will not talk lightly when men cry, but when it comes time to say goodbye, I still endure it.

I can't help it. But what can I do? I chose the road, and I have to bear the burden.

This is my first time to fly. In order to stay at home for one more day, I would rather spend more money to buy this day. With the boarding pass, I was arranged in the priority boarding lane, and the airport in the early morning was filled with light

There were snowflakes, and I leaned against the window, looking at the white wings covered with snow, which looked particularly dazzling under the dim yellow light. The passengers who came later on the plane were busy finding seats and putting their luggage. I plugged in my headphones,

Playing the songs I like to listen to, watching them busy, quietly waiting for the moment the plane takes off.

I am not as nervous as I imagined. If the end of this flight is where I am taking off now, then I think I will be completely different. The captain’s pre-takeoff announcement is still ringing, and I

Our plane had also slowly entered the take-off runway. Suddenly there was a sudden acceleration, and I took off into the air. I looked at the houses and roads on the ground that were getting smaller and smaller. Until I flew into the sky above the thick clouds, I was completely calm.

Farewell here. The things I have done and not done, the satisfactions and regrets, have all turned into memories along with this journey to the sky, sealed in my mind, waiting for the next moment of my loneliness to be forgotten.

Open......

After getting off the plane, I picked up my checked luggage and walked towards the airport entrance. Yes, this place, the place I escaped from a month ago, I came back again, still alone, dragging my luggage, and my 18-year-old girlfriend

Just like that summer, I got on the bus, tilted my head, leaned against the glass, and looked at the backward scenery. Everything here was unfamiliar to me. After sending a message to my family, I stopped looking at my phone.

Instead, I was silently enjoying the free air outside the school and the final journey. After getting off the car, I didn't rush to the school. I came a day early, so there was no need to run to the dormitory to pack my luggage now.

I booked a hotel near the school on my mobile phone. After taking a shower in the hotel, I walked outside.

It's different here from home. It's only around four o'clock in the sky, but it's almost dark already. I'm wearing a black windbreaker, putting my hands in my pockets and strolling slowly. In the one semester since I came to school, the roads here are still quite dark.

I have never walked past it once. Looking at the people passing by, I imagined their life here, running around for life every day. The fast food restaurant was crowded with migrant workers and students wearing school uniforms, and the people sitting on the bus were busy.

Pedestrians with expressionless faces, after a busy day, some went to get together with friends, while others went to the supermarket in front of their homes to buy a bottle of wine and a few side dishes to wash away the fatigue of the day and welcome the arrival of the next day.

.They are all full of yearning for tomorrow, and they are all looking forward to the next day, when their lives will be better and they can be happier. Because this is their home, where they have been living for a long time.
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