Chapter 5 on the flight path

on the flight path A young man said he would take me to see the plane. "What's so nice about an airplane?" I said. He said, "You'll know when you go." I got on the back seat of his locomotive, walked through the streets and alleys of Taipei, and finally came to the "place to watch the plane". Although it was dusk, there were many young people gathered on the grass, and the fiery red sunset in the distance looked extremely gorgeous against the rolling red dust of the city. A huge plane roared towards the sun from the southeast direction, and all the young people who were waiting stood up straight with their arms outstretched, shouting wildly.

The howling plane lowered its head and dived, and a gust of wind blew it up, making the sleeves of the beard, hair, and sleeves fly, and there was buzzing in the ears. Before recovering, the plane had already landed at Songshan Airport. I stood on the flight path of the plane, recalling the thrilling experience a few seconds ago. The cells in my body seemed to be trembling with the jet of the plane, and another Boeing 737 roared from afar... The young man who drove me opened a can of beer, gulped it down, and said, "It's very enjoyable!" This young man with a pure heart and enthusiasm is the same as when I was young. He has failed the college entrance examination three times in a row and is waiting for the notification of military service.Float the motorcycle to the highest speed at dusk every day, go to the nearest flight path of the plane, and watch the plane land in the air.

He said: "There are many depressed people in this city. They come here every day to watch the planes, as if they are suffering from some kind of poisonous pain." A plane with a bright light landed, shooting four bright lights in the gray sky. The young man straightened himself up like a tree, made a strange sound, turned around and said to me again: "It's really enjoyable!" "Yes!" I looked up at the tail lights of the plane going away, and felt that such an approaching flight was really shocking. "Every time I'm in a bad mood, I feel better when I see the plane. We are so small standing on the flight path of the plane, as small as a grass, so what is there to care about in life? Whether the exam is good or bad is different. What is there to care about?"

Until the sky was completely dark, although the plane was still coming from afar, we still reluctantly left the windy runway. I was sitting on the back seat of the locomotive, running with the young people in the neon-shining city, thinking about this passage: "We are so small, as small as a grass, what is there to care about in life?