Who says sadness is fleeting?

The clanging sound and the shaking of the carriage told me that the train was running violently at this time.

It was dark outside the window, and occasionally the lights flashed through a city or town.

Look at the time. It's one o'clock in the morning. The car is brightly lit, in sharp contrast to the darkness outside the window. Light and darkness never intersect, and there must be something separated between them.

Most of the people in the carriage have fallen asleep, and they must just be asleep, waking up with a little excitement once in a while, and then falling asleep again.

I was a little sleepy, but I couldn't sleep with my eyes closed. I stood up and looked at the crowd in the whole carriage at random. All kinds of sleeping positions seemed to be very funny but they seemed to be taken for granted.

At this time of year, most of the passengers who set foot on this train must be poor people who would rather work hard on this train than save hundreds of yuan on high-speed rail or plane.

Fatigue at this time to show how clear, this is bitter, but also helpless.

A train, a fleeting time that is coming or has passed away.

two

This city is so prosperous.

During the day, the hustle and bustle of people and congested vehicles became noisy.

At night, the lights flickered, and the pedestrians seemed quiet, but they seemed to be shouting in their hearts.

There are many stories hidden in this city.

How many people know about joys and sorrows? How many people understand the joys and sorrows of clutch?

How many people are actors, interpreting the story to others, and how many people are passers-by, come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Meet, intersect, and then forget, how simple a process, but how much emotional pay.

You, me, he, form a circle, this circle, can also be said as a fleeting time.

three

Wandering let the years flow into inexplicable sadness, the empty heart wrapped around the withered vines, is you can not get in, or I can not get out?

That blue sky, when has been gray, green face, when the face has been covered with beard.

It is always said that the passage of time is fleeting, that youth is hurt, and that even the glory of Solomon has weathered into nothing.What can we expect?

But in real life, there are always some topics, positive or negative, right or wrong.

I also want to be the protagonist of the topic, but what can I do in the fleeting years?

Affection, friendship, love, dream, connect all, fleeting time, should I laugh, or should I be sad?

four

I heard that a classmate is doing well now, and the first reaction is envy.

But I am not qualified to judge other people's lives. I live like a joke. How can I judge other people's lives and stories?

Perhaps, we used to live in each other's stories, with a point of intersection, but now, in the past, there are only memories. Joy and sadness are all just memories.

Fleeting time, story, sadness. Thousands of que songs, thousands of thoughts, flow young sing to send joys and sorrows.

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