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On the road
Category:
Team building
Author:
Che Yanlong
Source:
Dalian Storage and Transportation Company, General Department
Release time:
2023-02-06
Visits:
133
The alarm clock at 5:20 a.m. woke me from a dream still lingering in my sleep. I opened my eyes, got up, and stepped onto the floor to wash my face—every movement flowing seamlessly one after another. Yet, even after standing up, my eyes remained hazy, and my steps felt slightly sluggish. The day’s hustle and bustle began the moment I stepped out of the house.
The path leading to the side door was always remarkably quiet at this time—so quiet that I could hear my own breathing and the sound of my footsteps. Unconsciously, I found myself lost in my own world, and before I knew it, I’d started humming an unfamiliar tune under my breath, my pace quickening considerably as a result.
Although southern Liaoning in February has lost some of the usual mix of mild warmth and lingering chill, the morning breeze still carries a touch of cold—calling to all things that are still asleep. The cool breeze brushing against my cheeks feels refreshingly crisp and invigorating, as if it’s already infused me with energy for the day ahead.
The streetlights on both sides of the road emitted a cool, pale white glow, causing pedestrians on the street to instinctively pull their coats tighter around themselves. The pedestrians walking along the street wore expressions as varied and intriguing as each other: sanitation workers, working quietly in small groups, bent over busily; young people rushing to catch the bus hurried forward with their heads down; elderly couples strolling leisurely while walking their dogs; and taxi drivers waiting by the curb, eyes half-closed, dozing off peacefully. Each person, with their distinct identity, led a life uniquely their own.
In the desolate subway platform, all that could be heard was the howling wind echoing through the tunnel. The LCD screen displayed the approaching arrival time of the next train, growing ever closer. The whistling subway car suddenly came to a halt with a jarring metallic screech as its wheels ground against the tracks. Passengers quickly found their own seats—places where they felt most at ease. There weren’t many people on board; just like those they’d encountered along the way, each passenger wore a distinct expression. Some closed their eyes, lost in quiet contemplation; others were busy making calls and catching up on work; still others sat quietly, heads bowed, absorbed in their phones. The subway’s bright lights seemed to bend and twist, transforming into tiny squares that separated passengers from one another, creating an atmosphere of mutual isolation. Outside the window, light and shadow flashed by in rapid succession, alternating with darkness. All around, silence reigned supreme—only the rhythmic rumble of the subway wheels rolling over the tracks broke the stillness, a deep, resonant sound that echoed like a muted trumpet heralding the start of a new day.
As I stepped off the platform, the first rays of dawn had yet to break, but the streets were already filling up with pedestrians, and lines of cars had begun to form. The shops along the street had already opened for business; through their windows, dim lights spilled onto the bar counters, where only the staff members were leisurely tidying up their belongings. Alone, I strolled slowly through the breeze, walking steadily forward toward the next platform.
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