Essay night flight

Sometimes, where to go and who to know are not decided by people. Just like this trip to Yunnan, it was not planned. But it is precisely because of this unexpected accident that my meeting with several places in Yunnan became inevitable.

In the afternoon, a group of ten people went to Zhengzhou Xinzheng Airport. My flight to Kunming was delayed, and I don't remember when I boarded the plane, except that it was already dark. It is a fait accompli that the plane is late, so there is no need for any self-love. I just think I'm trying very hard to meet my friends in Kunming. But on the other hand, it is precisely because of this delay that I got the unexpected harvest of this night flight and made this unwritten blog post.

Finally, when it was time to take off, I felt the plane moving slowly along the runway in the roar. After a turn, suddenly increase a speed, the body left the runway and fell into the air. I remember the first time I took a plane, and the plane suddenly pulled up. I was really nervous, my hands clenched and I was short of breath. Just sitting more times, I feel a lot of adaptation, and my fear is gone. Instead, I have another kind of pride and comfort to fly upwards.

By car or plane, I always wish I could sit by the window. After the monotonous collision between my eyes and everything in the closed space, I can have the choice of looking out, even on such a night, it is dark outside and I can't see anything clearly. This time, I just sat by the window, and the escape door was on the right front. There is a place in front of me where I can stretch my legs freely, which is exactly what I want.

When I proudly thought of this, the plane had been pulled up and began to fly smoothly in the night sky. Looking back through the porthole, I saw the lights of the airport fading away, but I didn't feel the emotion of leaving my hometown temporarily, which diluted the urgency of traveling, and I was really a little lost. It's just that the attraction from afar seeped into my mind, and this feeling of loss turned into a moment of affection, which suddenly vanished.

Although it is a shallow night, the barrier of the night also creates an impenetrable chaos. At this time, I will look at the guests on the same plane from time to time, sometimes close my eyes and sometimes look at the night sky outside the porthole. Look at those passengers, some chatting cheerfully, some sleeping with their eyes closed, some looking around, perhaps looking for an occasional affair during the trip; Sometimes I close my eyes but I don't feel sleepy. I seem to be resting, and I am really thinking about some irrelevant reasons; Occasionally, I look out from the porthole, fearing that it will be dark and bottomless that day, so I think in a daze: the plane flies in the sky, but it can't reach the sky or the ground. People and planes are hanging in the middle, and there is no connection or landing on it. It's a bit like a trance when people go to the empty building.

For passengers, unlike pilots, no matter how deep the night is, there is something for reference when navigating. At this time, from the moment we boarded the plane, we lost our right to independence and entrusted our lives in an all-round way. Apart from clearly knowing the destination marked on the ticket and the purpose of arriving at the destination in our hearts, everything else will be tolerated and we don't need to think too much.

In such a short time, sitting and looking at the dark night sky outside the window, there will always be a little empty association. When flying, if you inadvertently think of the most taboo things you shouldn't think about, even if it is a flash, you can't help but pass a trace of panic, especially on this untouchable night.

I quickly stopped this terrible idea, opened my eyes slightly, and then looked out of the window. Suddenly, I found that in the fog at night, the lights on my wings flashed in the vast night sky, pulling my thoughts to another one. Then I thought, this flickering light, whether you pay attention to its existence or not, has been flashing itself monotonously there. This monotonous flicker is either a sign of one's existence, or a reminder to people coming and going in the dark, or both.

Planes fly at night, and the sky is boundless. Occasionally, I see dazzling lights dotted on the ground like tassels, giving off distant light. I think the plane flew over a city. Although I don't know the name of this city, the flashing lights suddenly made me have the desire and possibility to overlook it, and I felt particularly kind and warm. I think people like us in that city should mind their own business.

But the light slowly disappeared. I straightened up and tried to see the light in the dark, but at this moment, it was fruitless to keep it, and I was inevitably a little disappointed. On second thought, I feel that many things in the world are the same, just like passing light, which occasionally passes me by. Maybe this is just a fleeting concept, it doesn't belong to you, no matter how beautiful it is, it can only leave a vague memory after a long time. Thinking of this, I have a calm comfort again.

The plane drifted away. As the voyage progressed, the night became deeper and darker. Not to mention the penetrating power, even the light by the window can't dissolve the black concentration at hand. It suddenly occurred to me that depth, as far as it is concerned, should be a vertical expression. Is there another unfathomable implication for the night when the concept of time and space moves horizontally? How many unspeakable meanings does the depth of this night contain?

At this time, although I can't see anything, I still insist on sending my eyes to the distance. What kind of expectation will this look contain after being drowned by this night? I try to explore in the dark and empty sky. What am I looking for? What can I find? What will I find? Is it light in the dark? Did it land after floating? Or is it just a feeling of being deeply intoxicated by this gloomy night?

Perhaps it is such a kind of intoxication. Because the night, although it gives the watchers a barrier to farsightedness, it gives them bright eyes, so that they can avoid the noise and complexity of the day, quietly sort out their inner clarity in the dark, follow this hopeful guide fearlessly, and appreciate the light that occasionally flashes in the process. But no matter what kind of intoxication, hopeful Nightcrawler always knew that no matter how far he walked in the dark, he would eventually reach his destination.

Just thinking like this, I heard the flight attendant inform me that the plane is descending, please pay attention to your own safety. In the process of landing, it suddenly occurred to me that the choice of where I want to travel is really my own, but I can't control the course I want to go. The control depends entirely on the captain, which is somewhat different from the choice of life. If you choose the future of your life, but you really don't want to be your puppet, you will still be at the helm, although you will be manipulated and reversed involuntarily.

The plane landed in fierce friction with the ground and stopped after taxiing smoothly. The moment I walked out of the hatch, I had a feeling that the weather in Kunming was indeed much warmer than when I boarded the plane. I think: this city with four seasons like spring will definitely bring us more warmth and beautiful encounters!