Walking alone

Today is the weekend, but I am not particularly happy because it is the weekend. Whether it is weekend or not, I am alone. After dinner, I decided to go to the bookstore to buy two magazines to give myself some spiritual comfort. There is a bookstore near the hotel where I live. Although most of them are students’ learning materials, there are still readers, A few magazines such as Youth Digest are sold on shelves at the door of the store. I picked two magazines and wandered aimlessly along the secluded streets. This street was very quiet, with lush trees and few pedestrians, which just placed my lonely figure. The Twilight was getting thicker, and the moon climbed up slowly. The dim street lamps lit up a corner of the city one by one. Crossing the railway track, the street became lively and prosperous. There were many restaurants on one side of the street, and cars were parked on the street, which were all the people who came here to have dinner. There are also two or three people waiting for the bus at the bus station. Maybe they are in a hurry to go home or go on a date. They walk purposefully and have a kind of strength to support them to move forward. And I don’t need to be so hurried. What I need is more time to slowly kill this lonely dusk. The roar of planes in the sky caused a trace of homesickness. I can’t wait to get on the plane at this moment, leave this strange city and go back to the home where my daughter laughed. But now I can only look up at it and see it disappear in the high sky, which adds a little melancholy. The shadows of trees on the pavement were mottled, and the street lamps sometimes pulled my lonely shadow long and short, changing from one to two and then three, and then returning to one. I watched it change and change in this way, and let it accompany me all the way forward. The people passing by were twos and threes. Even the old ladies walked together, but I was only accompanied by my figure. Why should I come to this city? In order to pursue the dream of no longer being young? Or is it just for finding loneliness? At the moment, I can’t say it. I just feel that loneliness is sometimes not as beautiful as I imagined. The loneliness of the soul does not lie in how lively or silent you are in, but in the lively environment, you can’t find someone who can speak the truth or the destination of the soul. You feel that you are isolated and helpless. No one can support you behind your back, no one can give you directions on the road ahead, and no one can help you to rely on. You are like a boat, sailing in the vast sea, unable to find the direction, unable to find the harbor to dock. On the journey of life, we always go to different places and meet many different people. In some places, we will stay for a long time, leaving a deep impression. Some people will become friends because of their congenial personalities. Some places are just a small station we pass by, and the places we pass by become a scenery in our memory, some people just pass by, take a photo and disappear in the long river of each other’s memory. Friends are the most needed on the lonely road! A friend is the person you want to talk to when you are lonely. There is no estrangement between you and him or her. You can say anything and say anything without scruple, unload the disguise of the soul and put a real self in front of him or her. Happy, annoyed, happy, distressed, all pour out to him (her). He (she) will give you encouragement and criticize you severely, but you know that only friends can express these encouragement and criticism sincerely. After talking with friends, your mood will be particularly comfortable. You won’t feel so lonely with him or her on the road of life.

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