After sitting on the train for a whole day and night, Uncle Lu was already exhausted and everything he ate tasted bland.
Seeing Yezi in the same carriage still full of energy, Uncle Lu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "It's good to be young. I remember at your age, I could travel half of China without feeling tired, unlike now where just a few days away makes my back and waist ache. If it weren't for..."
Yezi nodded in agreement, but in fact, he wasn't really listening, and excitedly opened the train window. The April spring breeze, which fluttered green willow tips and rippled through rice paddies, blew in, clearing away the unpleasant smell inside the train and also calming down his increasingly agitated feelings as he drew closer to Beijing.
Xiao Xian, I'm stepping on the same land as you.
