What it s like to write on a train

Incidentally, he collided with the table tennis shore.

I came to the train station today to pick up my uncle who was working outside. After arriving at the train station, the train has not yet arrived.

After waiting for a while, I saw a train coming from a distance. The locomotive snorted and panted, and drove slowly on the tracks with a series of green carriages.

Look at the green meadows and flocks of flowers beside the tracks, attracting a swarm of bees and butterflies. The lined train is not so pretty. After reading this, and then look at the Moriyama locomotive, there are a few drops of oil dripping out of the top of the head.

As if I was sweating, I must have thought to myself, it's almost here, it's going to be there soon!

The train arrived at the station and the uncle got off. But at that time, my attention was not on my uncle's body, but on the trees on both sides of the train. The leaves of the trees have dense leaves in the holes, and there are one or two small flowers inlaid on the leaves. It's beautiful with red in the green!

Pick up my uncle and we're going home, but I'm really a little reluctant to take this beautiful and colorful train station!

on 18 May 2020

At some point, I became obsessed with the rows of carriages, and with a long chirp, they weaved through the gaps in the leafy branches, with only a flash of red, blue, or yellow, and swept through it so quickly that you could not see its appearance. Facing the afterglow of the sunset, the lonely figure of me was cast on the ground. Listening to the whistle of the train, I can feel the existence of this world.

It's nice to just sit alone. Autumn is approaching, it's the season of falling leaves, there are obviously fewer leaves, and the branches feel a little bare, but I can see its mischievous figure. The train is long, but if it runs, you won't be able to catch it.

Every day after school, I threw my schoolbag over my shoulders and walked to the back playground, where I sat on the edge of the stone and saw the carriage. There is a track near the school, and it is there that trains often appear. Time flies, and I'm staying.

Sometimes the train doesn't show up, and I just wait, until the sun sets, until nightfall, until I wait. The senior brothers and sisters said that I was stupid, I didn't care, and I was also puzzled: the school has such a beautiful landscape, why don't they stop and watch?

When I saw a swaying figure in the carriage, I waved to them, even though I knew they couldn't see it.

Sometimes I laugh when there is a black guy, and it always reminds me of a scene in Hayao Miyazaki's manga "Spirited Away": Chihiro and the faceless man sit in a dangling carriage, don't talk to each other, and stay ...... like thatMaybe sometimes silence is best. Of course, I thought it was amazing, thinking that the train was a way to another world!

Then I thought about it and imagined that I was in the carriage too.

The carriage will also "change face". Sometimes they are sky blue, like the pure and infinite sky; Sometimes red and yellow, they remind me of the sweet and sour strawberries; Sometimes it's black, which is a bit unpredictable......What I like the most is the comforting dark green of the post office, which looks like a lush forest and seems to be inhabited by many lovely lives. I love the mailbox, I love the post office, I love the smiling postman in the green mail jacket who hands me the letter, and naturally I love the dark green carriage.

The train, I regard it as my fantasy, it can satisfy the spiritual world of this strange girl in me, and satisfy my sweet dreams. I believe that one day, I will get on that carriage and go to my own world......