The map beside the station

The map beside the station
by huangjuan
There are thousand million maps in the world,but the one keep in my heart forever

like a famous painting what be handed down from one generation to another.
That was a real map,drew on the ground by white chalk,simple like its doing--one

persant in the suburbs who lived on selling fruits.
That year,I ran some places around zhu river delta in a hurry,felt so much hot and

cool in the more and more matter world.When I went by a crossing near Guangzhou west

suburbs station,I saw it careless,as if someone found a bright lamp suddenly after a

long and arduous journey in endless black night,I was so moved and couldn't help in

tears at that moment,all sorts of life feelings came up my heart,I felt easy suddenly,as

if a prodigal having experienced the hardships of life got home finally,one faith in a

critical condition became strong.
The world changing with each passing day maybe wouldn't so good as we expect

finally,but it wouldn't so bad as we fear too.The map before a fruits stall which showed

direction of station,although it dim since time pass,It is just as the best point the

most moving point of human nature,often make me remember,often make me move...

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