In a hurry

"Classmate, what are you rushing for?"

He suddenly heard the classmate beside him call out to him like this.

"It's almost time for class!" He rushed forward without looking up, his shoes scraping unpleasantly on the ground.

"It's still twenty minutes."

He looked down at his watch, and indeed, between 10:10 and 10:20, there were more than 20 small squares lined up densely, each representing a minute.

"People are not in a hurry, you are in a hurry, you rush a bubbling teapot ah? Inexplicable."

He stood in the empty hallway, occasionally a few students carrying their school bags, slowly drifting in circles around his companions on tiptoe. In the class upstairs, the sound of a book was heard: "There is no dust in the courtyard, there is leisure in the empty room". Outside the door, a few snowflakes were embedded in the condensed winter air, and the leaves on the tree branches were hanging motionless. He suddenly wanted to go out, "Anyway, there are still forty minutes! he said, and the scale on his watch doubled in density again.

Not knowing where he was going, he stepped on the thick velvety, flawless new snow, closed his eyes, and walked in the direction that was a little brighter. The sky was still very pale greenish-black, with only a little light to the east, but he didn't feel the cold at all. His feet are slow and with a three-step rhythm of the pace, the snow soft and silent sink, or with the fall of winter boots, in the condensed air cut a shiny pattern. He found that the snowflakes, originally bound tightly by the sky, were now caressing his face. He felt that the warm yellow in front of him probably couldn't be warmer, so he thought nothing of it and fell backward onto the soft snow.

The end of the eye is just over the horizon of the small half of the sun, the snow is illuminated in front of him as a whole starry sky, tens of thousands of stars are shining on that velvet carpet.

As if the sound of her lute came to his ears, languidly, he wanted to look from here to the distant another side of the heavenly river, wanted to hear the notes that traveled millions of years. Just spend it, there is still a long time before class ......

On the watch, the scale doubled and doubled again, and the dense scale crowded the tiny dial. Suddenly he bounced up from the floor, behind him were his classes and homework. Physics, math, English.

He started walking toward the school, first walking, then he started running, with something chasing him behind him, he ran faster and faster, but the school was getting farther and farther away as if he could never catch up, and what was behind him was getting closer and closer, and the dense scale on his watch now disappeared, turning into a jittering alarm clock letting out a cry ......

He sat up from his early morning bed with a bead of sweat on his face. It was twenty past eight and the alarm clock by his pillow was still crying uncontrollably. Washing, dressing, eating, everything went on like a war. He hurriedly put on his hat and sat in the back seat of the car before remembering that his hair was unkempt.

He walked through the hallway like a worker bee rushing to collect honey, dropped his homework in the classroom, and stepped into the classroom with the bell ringing. It was only ten minutes between classes, so no one stopped him.

The snow outside the window sprinkled hastily, cutting a straight line in the dry, cold air before falling randomly to the ground. He found a special place to sit down and tried to catapult his face to catch a ray of sunlight that slipped through the curtains.

He wanted to find the pleasant feeling of dreams in the Greek letters representing angles and parameters.

"Hennessy students are happy for saving every minute to study." So he thought. It was a chicken soup that was popular among the students. He wanted to run to the next classroom after class to get some time to study. Maybe that would make him feel happy and content.

Clutching his books and bag, he darted down the hallway, long corners of his coat and bag straps fluttering up in the air behind him, shoes scraping hard on the floor, another door in front of him, and then the next classroom ......

"Hey! What are you catching up on?"

He stopped in response - though there was no one around him. The snowflakes that were falling from the doorway congealed in the air.

The white velvety snowfield in his dream caught his thoughts - and he suddenly realized he hadn't seen a sunrise or sunset in a long time.

He thought of the small Japanese town he had always wanted to visit, with its quaint wooden inns, its stone-paved streets, and its trams left over from the last century, which never failed to rush him forward in a desperate run.

He crouched down, a smooth, flat patch of golden sunlight coating the floor evenly around his feet, and he reached his hand into that sacred place where the dust in the air wandered lazily. The dust has such a short life, yet it still chooses to float slowly. We are a lot bigger than dust, yet not much bigger. Why whip yourself into such a hurry when you have the right to enjoy life?

He looked at his watch and stood up again. This time, his feet were rusty, slow, with the rhythm of a three-step dance.