These years, between people always feel like rusty! Between tall buildings, no noise of tenements, but also less that the enthusiasm and warmth, people tried to close ourselves up! Even if it is upstairs, downstairs, door neighbors, may also meet strangers every day.
A few days ago watching TV, the screen of a septuagenarian old man lying in the street, many of the onlookers, no one can help the old man up, for fear of trouble. Only one enthusiastic old boss took things to cover.
People are afraid of? How in the end the world now?
Three decades ago recall a fall afternoon, I rode a bike to hurry home to catch. Suddenly, like a dark horse ran over, instant block the sun. Clouds kept running, like cheer like thunder, thunder chase! It has become cool wind, blowing road on both sides of the poplar leaves splashed ring.
"Oh!"
I was surprised, looked on all sides, the former is not no temporary shop after the next village, move forward, back to no avail it! I instinctively quickened the speed of pedaling, the wind blew my bike back and forth and looked out, and finally, with the head gave the clap of thunder, rain down big money! Cool falling on my neck, pit road to hit the ground corn leaves. I appeared in front of the rain column, the direction of the eyes can not see in front of the car a few Huang Huang, and finally carrying the man in the car turned in the mud!
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