This morning, I got up at tweenty past six. You know, it was so early for me to go out home at such early time. Wow, can you imagine in this winter, i have to get costumed to get up so early and rush to the bus station with cold wind. Luckily, my Snow Boots helps me keep my feet warm. The sky is dark and no body walk on the street except the the cleaning worker. That kind of feeling have striken in my heart everyday, particularly when I do not want to work.
The bus time spans more than forty minitues. I have no other things to do, just sit and close my eyes. Maybe I was a little drop in unconsciousness. Something ideas occure to my mind naturally. I recalled someone was once of my best friend and my certain classmate ever sat with me together and we were so happy at that. We talked, we dreamed. However, everything has been passed away and will never come again. We have no power to get back to our childhood any more.
A person sit beside me sighed for the later bus and said he would be late for work. I was half conscious then. then something comes to my mind, why people live anxiously everyday and rush to work. Under the weak road light, a crowed of work group hurry to catch bus. What is you feeling if you are being one of them? As a matter of fact , I exactly know them for i am one of them.
Just close you eyes and everything is over. I begin to know a little about why some people would like to become a monk. They care little about the colorful world full of desire and impetuous. People's body are given by the nature and the hearts are controled by the human. No matter how you live, what kind of achievements you have get, all is vanity. There will not be any footprint of you. even some great have been recorded on the history. However, that is meanless.
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