Driving jokes at night

? I read an article forwarded by a circle of friends before, and analyzed the mentality of people who like to sit in the car for a while before entering the house after driving home from work. It seems to hit a "pain point" somewhere in many people's hearts. As far as my personal experience is concerned, the feeling of sitting alone in the car is far less than the enjoyment of driving alone in the dark.

? Driving alone in the dark, you need to meet the following points to make that "experience" just right:

? First of all, it's not far, about an hour. When I got close, I went to my garage, got on the elevator, and when I entered the door, I could hear the laughter of the children and the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen. I tell you: when I get home, don't think about those useless things. Far away, naturally tired, no time for so-called meditation. Of course, after you finish something, you always need to go home with a more relaxed mood. If you go out to do an important or difficult thing, you naturally have no leisure.

? After roughly defining the distance, it is time. I think eight or nine o'clock in the evening is the most desirable time: earlier, during the rush hour, people are starving, and only fairies can practice with peace of mind. Anyway, most laymen like me probably solve the problem of food and clothing before talking about anything else; After 10, the road gradually became deserted, unless it was a journey of nirvana of "saying goodbye to me at some time in the past", it would be too bleak; In a short time, at the "tipping point" of the transition between yesterday and this morning, there is probably another world besides the boys and girls in the evening show. When I was awake, 99.99% of the nodes were rational and restrained the pedantry of the old-fashioned lifestyle. At this moment, if I am still driving, I have to remind myself: be careful!

After setting the time and space background of the story, you need beautiful scenery and properly rendered background music to make the protagonist lifelike. So a busy road without congestion, reasonable construction and proper maintenance, with at least six lanes in both directions, winding between the urban area and the suburbs, or connecting the two urban areas, can set off the ups and downs of the "plot"? The lush green belts on both sides of the expressway are by no means icing on the cake. They are indispensable props under the lights in the dark road. At this time, the music of "telling stories" lingered in my ears. If you have a set of audio equipment similar to that given to Zhao Qiping by Qu Xiaoyu in Ode to Joy, it is naturally excellent. Like me, I can only use my mobile phone player, but it doesn't affect the plot. Well, I'm a sour star who can't eat grapes.

? Everything is ready, and the fun begins! What? Do you want to see eroticism? Terrible? Sick and erotic? Hehe, not at all. I only have the ups and downs of "drama" movies here. The "we" in the plot is the "me" and "me" you see with a blank expression on the steering wheel and headphones at the moment. There are no other actors. Speaking of which, I feel trapped and change the channel myself; There are always some people who have "entered the play".

? Well, many viewers reflected: Under such harsh external conditions of time and space, how many opportunities can you experience the carefree feeling of driving in the dark? Many times, we don't drive to work, pick up customers, send our children to cram schools, go to supermarkets, hospitals, shopping malls, all kinds of joy or anxiety, and don't jump for joy or urgency. However, there are very few people who feel comfortable, unable to daydream and ashamed of the road of life. Most of the time, the roads are crowded. Well, isn't this nonsense? What wonderful feeling in life can be as ordinary, boring and irresistible as the heavy work task on your desk?

? In fact, when I was describing such a road suitable for a person to drive in the dark, I kept substituting it in my mind, that is, the road I occasionally drive through: in this so-called coastal city with relatively developed economy and average city size, I can't tell whether it is the second line or the third line, and the road connecting the coastal development zone where I was born and my current residence is the city center. This "my" expressway has witnessed my various periods from college to work, getting married and having children, job transfer and moving to a new home. In fact, it replaced this expressway as early as a few years ago. It's just that I am nostalgic and stubborn. As long as time permits, I would rather stay nearby than go far away, so I can't help but "tamper" with that classic sentence: I have been to many cities.

? The last time I was lucky enough to drive through here was about two months ago. Summer night comes late, about eight or nine o'clock, but it is in line with the artistic conception of "bright lights" I rolled down the window and the breeze brushed my face. At this moment, the characteristics of subtropical maritime climate are no longer the rigid definition in textbooks, but filled with a romantic and sad atmosphere. The vehicles on the road whizzed past, and it was easy to be overtaken, and the traffic flow was not blocked or sparse. At this time, only "The Road Not Taken" and "Cold Little Heart" are played circularly. The former is a song inspired by a famous poem. In the original poem, the poet chose not to take the ordinary road, and I, like most people, actively or passively embarked on the conventional road of life. That "road not chosen" reminds me from time to time: the stability of the present world, the unknown future, and the cutting of the past. The latter is the opening song of the American TV series big little lies. Black singers sang hoarsely in the air, telling the past and mourning for their old friends. "The world kissed me and asked me to sing back" ...... As the music reached its climax, cars drove past the most winding and majestic section dug in the mountains many years ago at a speed of about 80 yards per hour. If you hurry, you need to concentrate on driving. It's easy to get rid of the emotional surge. If I slow down a little, I will lose my slow mental state. At this time, the past blows on the face, and the joy and sadness of the present are clearly distinguishable. I am entangled in my heart and fill my chest in minutes. I only hope that I can't be schizophrenic, so that I can experience different life trajectories that I can't go back in parallel, those mistakes and mistakes, those gains and losses, one after another, and I just watch like an outsider. Treat the present and the future with a doomsday attitude, cherish, cherish, cherish.

? Then, the car drove to the community, drove into the underground garage, found a parking space, stopped, closed the door, goodbye, put on a "mask" for your true self, even in the name of love. Looking forward to the next soul journey.

Unselected road

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in the yellow forest,

I'm sorry I can't go both.

As a traveler, I stood for a long time.

Look down as much as I can.

It bends in the bushes;

And took the other one, and to be fair,

Maybe there's a better way to put it,

Because it is covered with grass and needs to be worn;

Although, for the passage there

Dressed the same,

That morning, both of them were lying down.

There are no black footprints in the leaves.

Oh, I saved the first one for the next day!

But knowing how the road leads to the road,

I doubt whether I will come back.

I will tell it with a sigh.

Somewhere after year:

Two roads diverged in a forest, and I-

I chose the less traveled one,

This makes everything different.

? translate

Unselected road

(Robert Frost)

There are two roads in the yellow forest.

It's a pity that I can't be involved at the same time

I stood at that intersection for a long time.

I looked at a road that I could see.

Until it disappeared deep in the jungle

But I chose another path.

It is lush and very lonely.

Appear more attractive and beautiful.

Although on this road

There are few travelers' footprints.

The leaves fell all over the floor that morning.

Neither road is polluted by footprints.

Oh, leave a way to see you another day.

But I know this road has no end.

I'm afraid I can't go back.

Maybe in a few years, somewhere,

I will sigh softly and look back:

There are two roads in the forest-

I chose a lonely one,

From then on, it decided my life path.