今年的国庆节异常的不容易，疫情得到控制后的中国第一个狂欢，朋友圈里时不时有人发着结婚的“大招”，动不动暴击你三千点，你连无奈地挣扎都没有。
这个假期我没有回家，留在了杭州。我发现同租在另外一个房间的女孩在整个假期都猫在自己的房间，几乎不曾走出过大门，除了拿外面的外卖，门开了随后又合上，饭盒被拎回了房间。一天又一天，这个房间就像例行着公事一般，看不到一丝节日的喜庆。
这个假期，有一种莫名的孤独和躁动，总想着能扎在人堆里，害怕安静。早上出去买菜，我更喜欢走路而不是骑车，我想多听一听外面声音。工作，这是我现在正面临的问题，这几天想了很多，可能要努力的事有很多，希望自己能顶住压力，把工作做细，把业务做“专”，而后寻求蜕变。
假期听了一首民谣《Five Hundred Miles》，好听！
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles A hundred miles
A hundred miles A hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord I'm one Lord I'm two
lord I'm three Lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home
away from home away from home
away from home away from home
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go back home this a way
this a way this a way
this a way this a way
Lord I can't go back home this a way
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles A hundred miles
A hundred miles A hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
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