What does a person think of on the train for the Spring Festival? What kind of mood is it?

It reminds me of what it was like to be at home last year.

There are times when you need to go home alone for work or other reasons. On the train, looking at the people around me, thinking that the Chinese New Year is coming, my heart is always full of thoughts. At this time last year, I was already at home, and at that time I was helping to prepare food for the New Year, help with hygiene, and I was busy but very happy.

And now, a year later, I am alone on the Spring Festival train, facing a bunch of strangers, waiting for the train to take me home.

The mood is lonely. When people grow up, they often laugh, but they always stay on the surface, and when they are alone, they always feel a little lonely. Like now, when you're alone on a train, everyone around you is busy with their own business, or sleeping, or watching a show, and no one is available to chat with you.

I am in an unfamiliar environment, I can only think about myself and have a conversation, and I can't talk to the people around me. Even when you go to the toilet, you have to bring your valuables, because there is no one to help take care of it, and you don't have to worry about letting others take care of it.

When I was sleepy and wanted to sleep, I always couldn't sleep well because I was afraid of sitting too much. Even if you set the alarm clock, you are afraid that the alarm clock will suddenly break. So I could only look at the timetable over and over again, calculating how long it would take to arrive, and I would dare to sleep when I had enough time.

I can't sleep well when I sleep, I'm worried about whether my valuables will be stolen, and I'm worried about sitting too much. When you are alone, you are always lonely, and you always want someone to care about your position. If no one cares, you will feel sad inside.

When you are alone in the car, you always feel lonely. The food you bring is not as delicious as someone else's, and it would be nice to have friends or family to accompany you, so that everyone will definitely bring more food and have more choices. I always feel that this journey is too slow, and I always wonder if the train can go faster and get home quickly.

A person on the train of the Spring Festival will think of the situation at home, can't wait to see the old people and children at home, and think about how to celebrate this year.

I think of the moment I met my family, the smiles I saw on their faces, and when I gave them the gifts I brought home, they would be very happy and I would be very happy.

I think of my parents and friends at home, and I feel very excited to go home and want to fly to my parents immediately.

On the train for the Spring Festival, I usually go home when I feel very excited, and I think of the dumplings made by my mother at home.

Thinking of relatives at home, friends at home. With an anxious and excited heart, I will think that time flies so quickly.

I have taken the most crowded train, that is, during the holidays and the Spring Festival, this feeling is really indescribable, crowded and hot, especially when buying a station ticket, it is difficult to even find a place to stand, and I have to keep moving in the aisle. Because people come and go, some go to the toilet, some go to put hot water, some go to put water to make noodles, some hang out, some go shopping, sometimes I feel very irritable, but I can't help it.

Life is forced to squeeze it, as long as you live, there is hope, and the burden on everyone's shoulders is only clear to yourself. Time goes back to 28 years ago, I want to go to the provincial capital to go to the correspondence course, because the train tickets are cheap and there are many trains, I often feel scared, but I still choose the green car.

Passengers carrying large bags and small bags like dumplings through the tunnel, to the platform, accompanied by the sound of the whistle, the train clanged on, as soon as the door opened, everyone hugged each other, and I couldn't help but be pushed onto the train by the crowd behind.

The air in the car is suffocating, everyone you squeeze me, I squeeze you, there is not even a place to foot, I have to be independent. The waiter in the dining car shouted loudly: "Let one, let one let", go to ** let? It's really hard to find a place to stay!

The officer next to him shouted: "Oh no! I twisted to see that his pockets were scratched open the moment he was squeezed into the car, and his wallet and documents were gone.

The train clattered as it went, and I was squeezed to the junction of the two carriages, swaying back and forth with the train's body, wanting to vomit, pressing the acupuncture points on my wrist with my hands, and struggling to survive, the sweat beads on my head dripping drop by drop.

More than 20 years of changes are too great, every time I get on the high-speed rail, in the elegant and tidy carriage, enjoy the moment of galloping, passing the charming scenery outside the window, my heart is beautiful, and I wish the motherland to become stronger and stronger!

There are many, many things that impress me about the Spring Festival. For many Chinese, the Spring Festival has some very special significance. This is especially true for those who have left their hometowns and are adrift to work hard. <>

On every green train in the Spring Festival, countless touching stories are staged. When I was in college, in order to save money, I took the green train home or back to school almost every winter and summer vacation. So I've seen too much of the world on the green train.

One winter vacation, I considered that it was not easy for my elderly parents to earn money for me to go to school, so I wanted to use this winter vacation to work part-time to earn tuition and living expenses for myself for the next semester.

After a month or two of part-time work, approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, I am going home for the New Year. This time, as usual, I chose to take the green train. It's just that, unlike before, this time the green train is catching up with the Spring Festival tide. <>

The first lesson that the Spring Festival taught me was to grab a train ticketI have long heard that the Spring Festival train tickets are very popular, and if you start slowly, then it is very likely that you will not be able to buy a train ticket home. So, on the day the train tickets went on sale, I stayed in front of my mobile phone early, and when the time came, I quickly grabbed the ticket, but I didn't get the ticket and had to buy a station ticket.

It's the first time I've experienced the Spring Festival in person. I dragged my suitcase and squeezed into the green train I was going to ride with the surging crowd. As soon as I bought the train car, I was dumbfounded by the sight in front of me.

The whole carriage was full of people, the aisle in the middle of the carriage was crowded with people, the junction between the two carriages was also crowded with people, and even the toilet door was crowded with people. <>

I was embarrassed to pest at the door of the carriage, and I was so crowded by the people next to me that I couldn't move, and I couldn't move an inch. I had to obediently stay where I was, put the suitcase in a corner, and I sat on it.

The green train swayed and swayed, and it was getting dark, and I looked around and saw that most of them were migrant workers. Most of them carry large and small bags of nylon, and some also carry bedding, and it can be guessed that their bags should contain gifts for their families.

Next to me, there was a man in his fifties and sixties who, when it was time to eat, would pull out a dry pancake from his nylon bag, roll a green onion in it, and eat it with relish. Seeing such a scene, I couldn't help but moisten the corners of my eyes.

The deepest impression is that the Spring Festival is very crowded, and there is often no place to stand on the train.

Maybe it's because I'm closer to home, although I haven't really experienced the difficulty and congestion of grabbing tickets for the Spring Festival. But every time I watch the news, I feel that it is not easy to go home.

People are crowded, and the deepest impression of the Spring Festival is that you can't buy a ticket, you can fall asleep in any corner of the carriage, and every time you go to the toilet, you lose your place.