Road is a magnetic fragment prose for a period of time.

When it comes to the concept of road, Lu Xun said, in fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. From this perspective, the road is the product of collectivism. Not personal property. Mr. Lu Xun doesn't seem to have answered what a road is. He just explained the forming factors of the road, and people are the reason for the existence of the road. Thank people for the road, and the road that someone takes is the good road.

Walking recently, I always like to stare at the roadside. In fact, there is nothing to see on the roadside. Suddenly, I have a perceptual boredom with the road. Come to think of it, there is no reason. Maybe it's because I'm old, my thinking speed is slow, and the content in my sight has changed. One day, I was dizzy on the road in a foreign land under the scorching sun. The shadow of hometown, for an instant, is yearning for sadness. Really sad, reluctant to leave. In many people's heads, I can clearly distinguish some hurried faces, and their roads are also grafted.

When I was young, I was always on the road. With a shoulder wrap and an ambition, you can embrace the world. I don't want to walk on country roads, and I can't avoid rugged mountain roads. Packages, large and small, were crammed into the bumpy carriage one after another. The stage is as big as a dream. In the city, the streets are busy and bustling. Such a road is full of temptation and longing. The size of the wheel and the texture of the shoes can touch the temperature of cement or asphalt. The road to youth is vigorous and colorful.

The width of the road often represents the openness of an area. However, subgrade is the first guest to arrive at the newly opened territory. The politician's seat has proved the value of virgin land time and time again. The temperature in that glass of water was hot and cold, and the product was sucked several times, magnifying the city's skirts inch by inch. The old city with narrow roads has made people breathless. I'm afraid only hurricanes can walk freely. The lintel, signboard, head, satchel, overpass, railing, stereo, light, perfume and sweat are mixed together, which divides the only bright turf and quiet shade into tofu blocks, which is monotonous, regular and fragile. All modernization is just reinforced concrete, a city without soil, just a skeleton without muscle, temperature and soul.

Roads in cities do have their own difficulties. Presumably, there is no openness and freedom of rural roads. There are too many road rules in the city, and computer programs are generally boring. Traffic lights are the most magical magicians. Many places in the city can't be called roads, streets and alleys, corner hutongs, they have their own set of titles. Many names are hard to remember. It's much easier in the country. It is a word "road". Not reserved, not overbearing, not overlapping, not artificial, not decorative. Natural, fresh, bright and open-minded.

Road has its own face. There are yellow dirt roads, dark asphalt roads and gray cement roads. Different colors have frozen the road. From the countryside to the city, the road has changed its color. The annual rings are spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the extension of the road has witnessed the sketch theory of color. Leisure, busyness, excess, commitment. Every intersection is an interweaving of elements and cultures. In fact, in such constant changes, primitive and modern, barbarism and civilization are all aching in the tunnel of time, and the road meditation clearly bears the mottled and difficult process again and again.

With the road, there will naturally be communication in life. On the road, it becomes a landscape, a format and an ideal. How many people are on the road, how many people are waiting, how many people are on the road, and how many stories are being interpreted. It is the most humble ceremony to admire a road without looking up or bowing. Everyone with the ability to act is the protagonist of the road. Some people are on the road all their lives, and some people are born without a road. It is the happiest thing to have a way to go. Humans, poultry, birds, wild animals, fish and shrimp, even those plants without feet and legs, I think, they still have a long way to go. Where they live, there is sunshine, air and water, and that is their paradise. Road, a distance. It is actually a displacement record of an object. Fallen leaves return to their roots, so it is not the most appropriate portrayal of a road.

The path is selective. There is pause at the crossroads, hesitation at the fork in the road, cheerfulness at the corner, and light at the edge of despair. The road of life is varied. There is no road without twists and turns, and no road can be smooth sailing. Rough, bumpy, is the right way. Walking with risks can sharpen one's courage and courage. Ma Pingchuan certainly makes people happy, but the mountains and rivers make people feel the mystery of life. The difference of human body makes everyone's choice of their own way very different. This difference enriches our world. Sometimes, the exploration and cognition of the same problem are so different. You have your sunshine road, and I'll take my wooden bridge. People with different courses cannot make plans for each other. Walking is a brave knight.

Every road records history. A village, a city and a country are all controlled by roads. If you want to be rich, build roads first. Lively propaganda slogan of the road. Roads are like human blood vessels. The best way to revive a pale living body is blood transfusion, and the best way to make a country prosperous is to make it work.

Road has its unique ideology. The concrete road, obviously, the abstract road is in everyone's heart. This road, without length and width, has been built and repaired all its life. The construction of goals, the locking of direction, the sweat, the laziness of footsteps and the position of mentality often determine the result of one person and one road. Time is also a road. None of us can choose its length, but we can choose its width.

How to measure the road? Is it a foot? The appearance is that if we can go deeper, the foot is just a way. This is the most primitive scheme, the simplest and cheapest, the greatest and noblest. Sedan chair, car, ship, train, plane, these auxiliary tools free the suffering feet and shorten the journey, but at the same time they lose lightness and calmness. The journey is long, and a person is a little lonely after all. Marriage, friendship, affection, all appropriately filled these loneliness. A person came, who would have thought so lucky? Knowing so many feelings and gratitude, I abandoned all my troubles and went on my way alone.

Paying attention to the life and death of a road is actually weighing the value of a road. Every road has the meaning of space. The result of access often shows the quality of the road. The real road conditions should include the settings and contents of the roadside. On the roadside of the city and the country, the mirror image is very different. In addition to fixed billboards, bus stops, commercial stalls and people waiting for the bus, there is also a kind of sad suffering and groaning squatting on the roadside, which is the scar of a city. Any hairy head has a pair of hungry eyes. There are no such knife marks on the roadside in rural areas, but there are more weeds and crops that farmers have plowed hard. In Zhuangzi, a mother nursing her child, an old man on crutches, a diner with a rice bowl, a domestic dog lying on the ground, and a buffalo with its neck stretched out to eat grass greedily can all be a roadside scene. Isn't the roadside with two different images just the fireworks that keep curling up in the world?

Dissecting a road requires a person to walk a long way. The more roads you walk, the calluses of anatomical force can be found under your feet. Go your own way and let others talk, but my friend, you must remember that no matter how far you go, please remember the way home. The days you have passed, under the lamp of time, are like pieces of exquisite magnetic fragments, which are worth collecting and remembering.