Poetry Cloud: There are many rains in the Qingming Festival, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls
In the Qingming Festival, the drizzle is flying, and the mood is also the muddy path, wet, depressed, and sad. The gloomy sky and the blue-grey tomb are not only passers-by who meet each other on the road, but also passers-by who are sentimental… Qingming Festival is destined not to be a pleasant holiday.
The hot and cold air flow is fighting in the air, the sky is overcast with clouds, and rain, like flour sifted through a fine sieve, spreads swaying, fluttering and shaking, evenly spreading on people’s hair, shoulders and The road was already muddy.
Worshiping the ancestors [in fact, worshipping my long-dead mother]. I took the long-distance bus from Chaozhou to Shenzhen Baoan at 19:00 in the evening. The sky is still gloomy, and the world becomes chaotic in the evening. My mood is the same as the weather, depression, irritability, and occasionally a trace of sigh and sorrow. The owner was not greedy enough, so Mazar, who was on the channel, was also full of rushing guests. The air in the air-conditioned bus was squeezed by the CO2 that people eliminated and became cloudy. I soon yawned again and again, and after a while I fell asleep.
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When I wake up, the LCD clock in the upper left corner of the car shows that the time is already 22:24. I was surprised to find that the car only entered the boundary of Huilai. As usual, at this time, the car should enter the service area of the highway to rest and adjust. Or maybe it’s because the driver wasted a lot of time parking and collecting passengers along the way, I think so. I was really bored. I put my face against the window and looked at the dark dark mountains in the distance. The car moved on at high speed. The mountains came running towards us like monsters and then leaped backwards.
Suddenly, the car shuddered. I turned my face and looked towards the front of the car. I saw a white-haired old man in a red dress standing in the distance under the snow-white headlights. Woman, the car is getting closer and closer to the old man. I saw the old woman waving her hand and her lips kept shaking. I guess that the old woman wants to hitchhike. In fact, there are often greedy and convenient people in this section of the road, crossing the highway guardrail and other cars. The strange thing is that the driver doesn’t seem to see everything in front of the car, and continues to rush towards the old man quickly… Oh, I blamed. However, in an instant, the old man’s body, like a thin piece of cardboard, was gently carried by the wind formed by the vehicle and disappeared instantly without a trace.