Flashed by

 　　Whether it's sitting in a train, looking out the window at the fast-receding trees, telephone poles, or standing on the ground, watching the speeding train, or the swallow passing overhead like an arrow, or the lightning and thunder... …In life, there are always many such flashing things, they are like stars, shining in the night sky of life, and like grains of precious rice, filling our days.

　　Loneliness passed by. Me and a cat in the rain, weeping in our shadows. But that's all, I didn't give it warmth, and it didn't beg me for anything. It went left, I went right, parted ways. The street lights cut out our shadows, and for a moment, they overlapped, as if we were not separated from each other, but reunited.

　　The sparrow flashed by. They never fly to the clouds, the tiny shadows are never alone cast on the vastness of the earth, they always go together. Perhaps, they are the most lively among the birds. We never worry about them losing contact, because after a few seconds, they will flash in the other direction.

　　The fog flashed by. In the fog, relatives become blurred, while strangers become cordial.

　　My bowl flashed by. It fell to the ground, but luckily it didn't break, just a small gap. I am reluctant to throw it away, although there is a gap, it does not affect it to hold rice, moonlight, and galaxy.

　　Cherry blossoms flashed by. In the days when it is in full bloom, you have to arrive in time, otherwise you will have to wait a year to come back. This is advice to those who go to appointments.

　　Fireworks flashed by. I put off fireworks of my life, just to give you a bright night.

　　The match flashed by. When I was a child, I often saw my father smoking in the dark. A match lit up our dilapidated house with a click. Now that I think about it, it was my father who lit the match. My father's cigarette was smoked in a big mouth by life, and the white hair on his head was the ashes that had not been shaken off.

　　The father's tears flashed. He's been saving his whole life, including tears. The only thing that does not save is his own body, which is overdrafted with blood and sweat to shield the children from the wind and rain. As he was dying, he finally knew how to save his last strength, and he couldn't bear to leave. In this world, every old father with disheveled hair is worthy of our bowing down and hugging tightly.

　　Sadness flashed by. When I was laid off and unemployed, I was nothing. When I went to a restaurant to serve someone else's plate, I couldn't handle it well, and the boss told me to leave with a gloomy face. I turned around pitifully and was about to leave, but the boss threw another sentence: give you another week, if you are still so clumsy, you will get out of the way. I'm so grateful, it's like an old newspaper that has just been rounded up and thrown into the trash, picked up again, spread out and ironed, and it has other uses, like wrapping miso cubes.

　　My narrative flashed by. To be honest, I'm not good at narration, or rather, storytelling. Therefore, I like to use some beautiful and poetic sentences to simplify and summarize long stories. This is considered a "perfunctory" in another sense. In fact, I am very envious of those people who are eloquent and eloquent at every turn. Their narration is interesting and has a sense of story twists and turns.

　　A fish flashed by. When I was fishing, my mind went crazy. The sky, the breeze, the reeds... These things arouse my reverie. During this period, a fish ate my bait, and was lucky enough to get off the hook because of my distraction. This is great, the best of both worlds. Originally, what I wanted to catch was not the fish, but the wind, the clouds, the poetry, and the leisure time of that whole day.

　　My dream flashed by. It was an afternoon nap, and I dreamed of a flood. My city is a sea, as if back to before human evolution. Humans grow their tail fins slowly in the water. But there were also some people who struggled to climb out of the water. There were always some trees that were higher than the water surface, and there were people sitting there, waiting for the flood to recede. I'm in a dilemma, do I try to swim ashore and climb a tree, or stay in the water and grow a tail fin?