Looking for tranquility

I haven’t been out for a long time. Today, when I was arranging those books on the desk unintentionally, a photo fell to the ground. Pick it up and have a look. It was the photo of the small mountain village in the north three years ago. The picture is very simple. There are three small houses with civil structure and a row of poplar trees in front of the door. Looking at this photo, I fell into deep memories. I wonder if I can see such a simple picture again now. Is it true that the village’s Jane Jane still exists in that distant place. Thinking about me, I had another impulse. I wanted to go out for a walk, look at the sky, look at the clouds, and look at the villages now. Out of the door, today’s weather is sunny, and the sun shines gently on the earth, just like mother looking at her child with gentle eyes. The pedestrians on the road were scattered. Although it was already early spring, the weather was still a little cold. The young couple walked past me hurriedly, holding hands, as if they were afraid of the cold. One of them was holding a thick hat and gloves. Standing there waiting for the bus in the suburb, I didn’t wait for a long time. I thought the bus was broken, but I just turned around and heard the whistle behind. I got on the bus and looked around. There were very few people in the carriage. I found the last seat and sat down. There were several coughs in the car. I looked at a middle-aged man in front of me. He seemed to have caught a cold, and he leaned against the chair and coughed. At this time, the car had slowly driven out of the city, and the buildings outside the window were getting shorter. I looked out of the window, and the street trees on both sides of the road kept disappearing from my sight. I didn’t see clearly what kind of tree it was. They just flashed through my sight like that, I think maybe our life is also like a tree, and you can’t find it if you disappear like them in a moment. Looking at the rows of trees from far to near and then to disappear, it seems that we meet each other in life, coming from far away just to wipe your shoulder, when he disappears in your back, will you feel it? The car is getting faster and faster. I know it has been out of the city for a long time. Looking out of the window, there are no tall buildings. There was almost no one on the bus, and the conductor and I were only four people. The man who coughed got off the bus. Now the car is very quiet, just like a winter night. I was still looking at the constantly flashing scenery outside the window. When the car passed a detour, I suddenly broke into a village in front of me. The car passed through the middle of the village, once again, I saw the dark wooden door and the house built with yellow civil engineering. Occasionally there are old people smoking a pipe on the Doorbar. The children were running after the car in dirty clothes. Sometimes women come out to drink away the children pursued by children. But looking at the smiling faces one by one, I couldn’t help being drunk. The car was still walking, and soon the village disappeared in my eyes. At this time, the car walked away along the foot of the mountain. I looked at the scenery on the mountain with my head sideways. In fact, the mountain is still pale and yellow, and there is nothing beautiful. I can imagine whether the mountain at this time would feel a kind of ridicule when watching our car passing under his feet? In his eyes, we crawl on the ground like ants. When the car was passing a stream, a woman called to stop the car. He told me that he went to the city today to handle the goods, and maybe there would be several families in the depth of the stream, however, there may be a small shop in her house. A few minutes later, the car began to move forward again. The road was just right past our car. I was looking at the stream, Juanjuan’s flowing, although I couldn’t hear his voice, but I believe that people who live by the stream fall asleep every evening listening to that sound. The mountain is getting bigger and bigger, and the color of the mountain is not dull yellow, sometimes there will be a green pine forest, and the mountain begins to be filled with fog. Although it was not the rainy season, there was still a thin mist on the hillside. I looked at the half-covered mountain. Maybe I also covered myself out of my side like a mountain. Just like that, I was taken to a small town by car, and I got off. At this time, the sun seemed a little delicate, deeply covered behind several clouds. It is a cross-shaped, very simple, and the two rows of houses are two-story bungalows. There are several fruit sellers and cloth sellers on the street. Let me look at the cloth, which is the kind of plum blossom spot, very bright. I traveled around the town, and it seemed that there was an illusion that this town did not exist. I have been away for so long, but I have met less than a few people. I looked at the store whose names were written. They all looked so old-fashioned and seemed not to be modern stores. I ate a bowl at an old lady who was pushing a car to buy fish. Although I call it a bowl, it is a basin. I remember that the soup of fish and fish is Sauerkraut. The old man said that what he cooked were all grown in his own fields. To be honest, I was a little embarrassed to eat that bowl of fish and fish, because I couldn’t eat enough at ordinary times. The big bowl of the old man was eaten by me, which gave me the feeling of eating all the meals tomorrow today, but it is very delicious. 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