Meeting is a song
I thought that in the journey of life, we will never meet at the intersection. But, in this summer, we met at a strange inn in this ancient city.
At 11:58, train 2144 from Wuhan to Qingdao arrived at Zibo Station 2 minutes ahead of schedule. The train stopped at Zibo for 5 minutes. As the conductor announced the station cordially, friends traveling with him They focused their attention on me. They seemed to be in a much more urgent mood than I was. A pair of mysterious eyes were waiting to witness this historic meeting. Such eyes made me, who had always maintained my composure, feel somewhat uncomfortable. After all, it was my first time to meet a netizen, and it was at such a time, on such an occasion, and in such a way... I really don’t know what happened when I turned around. , what kind of embarrassing scene will be waiting for you.
The train stopped, the door opened, and a wave of heat hit me. The midday sun stung my eyes. I smoothed my messy hair with my hands and got out of the car. My whole body was surrounded by white light, making me feel like I had nowhere to hide. I didn't notice the eyes that greeted me, so I started searching on the platform. At this time, a tall figure ran towards me. Although I couldn't fully see his face, I knew that I could confirm and have been This scene moved me. At that moment, I suddenly felt the rush of 5 minutes that I had never experienced with my heart, so I began to use my heart to understand the meaning of these short 5 minutes to human life.
I once imagined in my heart that meeting a netizen would be on a crowded street, and the two of them would pass by each other. I also thought that it would be a person who looks back after missing it and sees what he once was. The figure rising and falling in the dream disappeared into the sea of ??people, so the figure quietly looking back was imprinted in my mind... And the running figure in front of me is like a beautiful picture painted with sincerity, It renders the passion and romance of this summer season in my heart!
Facing this figure, I felt much more magnanimous, and my eyes began to become calmer. The moment we looked at each other and smiled, I noticed that his forehead was covered with sweat. So, I did not immediately take out the hand tightly held by his broad palm, but dragged him to the shade under the platform. ...Everything seemed so natural, without a trace of embarrassment or restraint.
He was thinner than I expected, and the confidence between his brows reminded me of the ID card he passed to me. That was the photo he showed me. To be honest, because of the special requirements for ID photos, what I was most afraid of seeing was the ID photo. So, when he passed the ID card over, I didn’t even dare to look at it or even check it. He didn't even give himself a chance to show his true age, so he threw it into the trash. However, I have been thinking in my heart: A person who dares to show his ID card to netizens has a bit of personality or a bit of confidence. Later, his unique way of greeting and saying goodbye in QQ, or his unique comments on my articles on websites and forums all confirmed my feeling. Therefore, his eyes did not make me feel strange. On the contrary, through those eyes, I felt more of a kind, sincere and magnanimous heart, as clear as crystal.
Time flies by in silent gaze, under the scorching sun, in full view of the public, there is always a kind of heroic pathos in the five-minute meeting. I thought that we would have a lot to look back on when we met, and that we would have the opportunity to make up for some of the regrets we had while chatting. I wanted to thank him in person for his guidance and comments on my article, and I wanted to ask him: Why did he help me revise it even though there were differences in intention? That article "Searching for Sustenance"? However, at that moment, he was standing beside me, and I had to admit that these words should be treasured in my heart forever.
The train started slowly. Through the glass window, I watched the figure on the platform gradually blur. The familiar melody floated in my ears: You once said to me, meeting is a song, eyes It is the sea of ??spring, youth is the green river; meeting is a song, walking together is you and me, and my heart is the young sun, sincere and lively. You once said to me that meeting is a song, parting is the road to tomorrow, and longing is the fire of life.
Meeting is a song, the singers are you and me, the heart is the eternal string, firm and persistent...
The melody slowly spreads in the heart, and the thoughts drift along with the notes. I can’t remember which philosopher once said this: There is only one living planet in the vast universe. How rare it is to be a member of this planet! What an accident it is to be in the same country and city with another life on this planet! And we can meet each other through twists and turns among hundreds of millions of people on the Internet, and there are unpredictable mysteries hidden in it. After we get to know each other, we can still have such an unexpected and unexpected encounter. What a cherishable thing this is! Maybe, this is what people call blessing.
So, for this brief encounter on the journey of life, whether it was caused by fate or not, I am full of gratitude to fate from the bottom of my heart. Through this encounter, I think I will have a new understanding of online friends, and I will also reflect on whether I have been open-minded to my friends on the Internet in the past. Meeting is a song. Singing this song, walking on the Internet, and swimming in the long river of life, I feel extremely happy!
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