On the bridge in the evening

Today the weather is the clearest in many days. After the sky was dark, looking up at the sky, there were only black clouds. Still having to worry about whether the water will flood or not. But the flood hasn't happened in ten years. And now there are much better channels for drainage than before.

Water flows from the mountains and silts the banks, making the water brick red. Strong currents carry away pieces of wood, garbage, and plastic buckets.

The destination point is at the sea. and finally fell into the great ocean. The waves swelled up and down, making a beautiful but frightening sound as if a large creature was about to devour its prey. I was struck by five or six coconuts peeking out on the ridge of the dam.

After several minutes, it was unable to move anywhere. Because the pressure of the water presses it down. Then the sponge hit it up. over and over like that Sometimes I felt horrified that it was the head of a child. About 2-3 years old, struggling.

Save yourself from the reach of Death. Moreover, this is a shameful and tragic mass death.

Come back, come back, I imagine going far away At this time, the light of silver and gold is weakening. The sky turns pastel pink and blue. Alternating with each other, it's beautiful and beautiful. This is happiness Little happiness that can be found in every day of life. I closed my eyes and tried to connect myself to nature. until falling asleep under the soft light of the sun

Listen to the beautiful sound of strong flowing water. But I'm still afraid of that sound.

The sound of a car moving around So contrary to the emotional connection with nature. It's only for the group of motorcycle kids. to drive the car loudly

Accompanied by the sound of boasting and shouting. Sometimes they tease me. “Who the hell is this? Come lie down and read a book,” along with loud laughter on the bridge of the group of friends. I felt like shouting out, “What are you doing to my life?” but all I could think about was not being afraid of them in the slightest. I just don't want to have anything to do with children.

These guys are the future of the nation even more than us.)

After these guys left, a new group came. Although it was not very peaceful, looking down on the bridge, Imagine the sun is fading. The trees leaned in the gentle breeze. I was able to forget all the other turmoil and I fell asleep again.

A strange smell floated on the wind. It penetrated my nasal cavity and irritated me. Until I had to wake up to investigate who owned this scent. I woke up after lying on my back on the plane. I turned around and saw three teenagers. I'll call it three people. Even though the other person was wearing a school uniform, he was probably in middle school.

A student in school uniform handed a cigarette to two youth students.

“Do you smoke cigarettes?” one of the two people asked.

“I suck it every day,” a student in school uniform replied proudly.

After that, the students in school uniform rode away. Leaving the two teenagers with the new pack of cigarettes they just bought them. And this is the origin of the smell. My nose is very sensitive to this scent. Every time I smell it, I always want to have an affair. I'm allergic to it. I'm allergic to the smell of cigarettes. Especially this brand

No need to ask to see it, you can tell right away what brand it is. Even though the event that made me allergic to the smell of cigarettes has passed almost ten years ago. It still lingers in my heart to this day. Through my solemn eyes, I looked at the teenager's face invitingly. The two children looked back. I looked indifferently at those two pairs of eyes.

The two teenagers then turned to look in front of the bridge.

After getting upset with the unpleasant smell I can't connect with nature. Open your backpack and take out a book, a pencil, a diary, and place it on the edge of the bridge. There is even enough fan to let the pages spread up and down. But if it fell, it would land on the bridge, not the red river flowing beneath it. whose destination is the sea or ocean

The sky now has no rays of sunshine. Above my head is a faint image of the moon waiting to shine softly. The two teenagers seemed to have returned. I was the only one left on the bridge. The gloomy shadow of the crematorium at the head of the bridge creates a lonely atmosphere. The number of cars moving on the bridge has decreased. The upright-headed black starling bids farewell to the sun and welcomes the moon at night.

At this time, the last light had completely disappeared over the horizon. Only the solar lights began to do their job. And this is the time for me to pack up my things and go home, put my books, pencils, and pencils into my backpack. The zipper closes but not completely for the reason that the items inside can exchange energy with nature.

After I was about to turn on the engine There was a group of people behind them, chatting noisily. Why didn't I hear the sound before? Is there anyone there? Saw a group of people looking down under the bridge. I want to know what they watch. So he walked across the road to the opposite side. A group of people pointed their fingers at Kong Sarai and shone their flashlights.

I felt familiar with what was growing there. I can't imagine it.

I looked at the bloated figure's hands. In his hand he held my diary. Then I burst into tears in the darkness of the bridge.