What stories did the driver tell you when you took a taxi?

A taxi driver, wearing glasses, looks elegant. He said that he likes literature, poetry and songs. When he was young, he dreamed of becoming a writer. However, there are too many children at home. As a boss, he can only drop out of school in the third year, farming first, and then learning to drive. He said that if he hadn't dropped out of school, he would be a writer now, or at worst, an editor of their county newspaper. When he was tired, he parked his car in a quiet place to rest. Occasionally, I write and draw on paper. The traffic is like a shuttle and the green grass is like blue. Cleverly depict the old workers, whose faces are covered with gullies and ripples. This is a poem he once wrote. Once he bought an old book in a second-hand bookstall, and the title page said, "Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance!" " "On that day, he gave himself a half-day holiday, drove around the ring road, held the steering wheel in a daze when he encountered traffic jams, and didn't return to his residence until nightfall. The cramped hut didn't turn on the light, and his mind was full of poetry and distance, and of course now. Speaking of this, he sighed deeply, the red light in front lit up, and life suddenly stopped at that moment!