Plumes of sunlight came in from the dirty window, and tiny dust whirled in the light. There were many empty carriages waiting for a while, and the sun shone on the chairs, pulling out the shadow of a long table in the middle. Rubbish, balls and milk are piled up on the red chair ... this reminds me of playing with my companions, drinking milk and eating bread together not long ago. The air is filled with the sour taste of leftover food and the sweet taste of that bucket of milk.
Miss Lu and I were sitting in a chair by the window, and the roar of the wheels was like harsh thunder. I looked out through the fuzzy window and saw the endless grassland. The wind is blowing, and the grass is swaying together, like a restless sea. I took the feathers from her head when mom left. I touched it for too long, and it became a little yellow and hard: the wind, blow me to my mother, okay? Mom, where are you? The train continued to run, and the wheels sounded "air-to-air". The voice of the conductor didn't come from the front of the car. Teacher Lu picked up a comb and stroked it back and forth on my soft hair. He smiled and comforted me with a kind voice and said, "Don't be too sad, son, someone will leave you at the last stop!" " Hearing this, the tears of disappointment came out again: Friend, are you okay? Lola, are you still crying? Do you play well with dogs? I listened to the birds singing happily outside the window. If only I could be like them.
The train slowly approached the "distant station" and the platform was crowded with people. Some people kept waving, hoping that we would get there soon. Some people put their hands together on their chests, as if hoping they could find the right child ... where did those voices and strange faces come from? Many people are wearing factory work clothes: Is my mother in it?
Mom, are you there? Are you one of them? Will you be happy to see me? Mom, where are you?