A flock of birds flew by in the early morning, drawing a perfect arc in the sky, and the warm sunshine gently sprinkled on my hair and eyelashes, which was brilliant.
There is a road in front of my house, with tall trees on both sides. I can't name it. They don't branch until they grow very high, and they don't grow dense leaves, they are very clean. On both sides of the road are large dense tea forests and vast fields, extending to distant villages with overlapping houses.
There are no crowded people, cars and horses on the expressway. On the contrary, it is often quiet and slightly lonely.
I walked on this road, back and forth, over and over again, and my heart was full of joy.
How many times have I stood on this road, watching the sparse traffic coming and going, recalling the figure left by my sister on the road, with a big backpack on her shoulder and a ponytail tied high. I remember my sister said that she would realize her dream and come back. After so many years of mobility and postcards from all over the country, I finally saw my sister's smiling face.
As the sun sets, the twilight gathers. The wind blows the tea forest, the neat trees, and the leaves are turned up one by one. Go, go. My sister and I are sitting on the concrete platform beside the expressway. Two naughty children were shaking their legs, when the light of watching the car suddenly came from the top of the slope, shook into our eyes, and then slowly came down. In crowded or empty carriages, we see dim and tired lights carrying people who are equally tired home warmly.
My sister said one thing after another, and we both laughed in the wind, laughing like children running on the straight road. Sometimes we say nothing, walk slowly on the road side by side, looking at our home, flashing lights, quiet houses, frozen time.
I said to my sister, "I really want to stay like this."
A gentle arc appeared at the corner of my sister's mouth and said, "But the road is at my feet. How can I not go? "
I looked at my sister in confusion.
Later it was really a sad word.
Later, my sister left, and I didn't look back no matter how I cried or stayed. I still walk up and down that road every day, remembering, having the urge to cry but never having the courage to cry again.
One day, I received a letter and photos from my sister. Traffic on the road, traffic, neon lights flashing, she stood in a strange dress, out of place but so harmonious. In the letter, my sister said, "The road is always paved. We can't refuse to find our other side along the road. Dear sister, grow up quickly and find the eternity you want on your own road ... "
Tears finally blurred my eyes.
I began to understand that we always have to grow up, always go forward along the road of life like this, and go back and forth like that, just because we have not grown up and are not strong enough.
People, on the road, the scenery they have seen, the flowers they have seen and the shadows in the dusk will keep moving forward.