Traffic lights (light prose II)

Riding a motorcycle from home to work, out of the alley is the street, after climbing the slope is the downhill, with the accelerator loose, slipped into the street in a flash. Pass the big cross in the middle and turn east. It is not far from the unit. It takes more than ten minutes for a trip from the beginning to the end. Cross Street was not equipped with traffic lights before. Small cities without traffic lights are frank and honest, revealing looseness and casualness everywhere, far from being constrained everywhere like big cities, which makes people restrained. Living in a small place is just like a loose and comfortable life, just like the four big looseness of rural people who are proud of themselves: wearing broken shoes, catching up with the end of the meeting, and sleeping in a single bed. This can be regarded as a small town. But if someone says that this is a kind of backwardness, I really have to accept it. What age is it, and still covet looseness and casualness? Without traffic lights, it means wandering outside urbanization and staying in agricultural civilization. What kind of beauty is it? Both good and bad have changed. With the increasing number of private cars in recent years, the small town is also busy with traffic jam frequently, and the collision also happens from time to time. So the traffic lights came into being, hanging high at the intersection of each cross street. Suddenly there was a traffic light limit, and I felt that it was strange to handle people. I couldn’t get used to it at once. I often ran the red light casually. After realizing it, because I didn’t want to be civilized, I had to brake quickly and return to the parking line. My face was a little hot. From discomfort to adaptation is a process. With more lessons, there is naturally a string of traffic lights in my mind. So I rode a car to wait and see from afar. The red light was shining, and the green light was shining? What I was looking for in my heart was, of course, the green light was right in front of me. The pass was wide open and the horse was passing. The most undesirable thing was, of course, the red light which was pinned on the parking line, counting the forty-three red and dazzling numbers in the countdown. But my mood was always wishful thinking. The traffic light was even more stubborn than the donkey’s temper, changing the color of red and green step by step, not because your mood was faster or slower. Since the traffic lights are dead, isn’t people alive? So he estimated the road section, pinched the time, and decided how fast or slow it was. Generally, when I saw the red light on, I sped up, and it was just the green light when I rushed there. When the green light flickers, it has to slow down, because no matter how urgent it is, the past is also a red light. Of course, the water is changeable, and there is no fixed method. There are also times when you can catch the green light tip, just like the whistle ball on the basketball court, catching the last two numbers and rushing through the waiting line, pass quickly in the middle of excessive yellow light. Once I was very proud of the rhythm I mastered, and felt that I was very smart. After such a period of time, I suddenly felt very tired. Is it worthy of it? It took more than ten minutes to make a long way like a general who was well-prepared. It was also about estimating the distance and calculating the time. In order to catch the green light, overtaking and hiding, it made me nervous. Why bother? In the past, if there were no special things, going to work or going home would be a medium speed drive. While driving the car, he tossed about words in his mind. Perhaps this kind of running environment is especially beneficial to the activation of the brain. The thoughts that are often blocked will be suddenly enlightened, or a good idea and a wonderful sentence will jump out like a flash of lightning. Now the attention has been paid to the traffic lights, and a good way of thinking has been forced to run away. Holding time and grasping speed is a kind of human mind. However, it is not unwise to turn the relaxing road into mental stress because of the lack of frankness and casualness because we only focus on calculation? So don’t pay attention to traffic light, passed is this red light is and so on, is green light will passage. It is very beautiful to walk naturally by riding a car. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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