这趟列车要把你带到哪个地方去看了看攥在手中的票还能清楚人生的列车将会载了你到哪个角落呢?我们心里无数火车在雾里穿行,在翻山越岭,偶然的一片黑暗,那是钻进了一个隧道。黑暗并不长,没等你适应过来,一个亮堂便迎面扑来,尽管这时还是早早的黎明。一个林子一片坡,一间简陋的茅草房,一片稀落的山村扑过来,驰过去,让你应接不暇,还不能回过了头去。蓝宝虹慢慢啜了口茶,一些诗句不容商量地跳出来。多少年了,这种习惯还是没有改,哪里见过的诗,哪里见过的景,在某个时候自 This train to take you to where to look at the grip in the hands of the ticket can clearly life train will be loaded to which corner you? Many of our hearts through the fog in the train, in the mountains, the accidental The darkness, it was drilled into a tunnel. Darkness is not long, not waiting for you to adapt to it, a brighter face will rush, although this is still the dawn of the early days. A slope of a woods, a humble thatched cottage, a wandering mountain village rushed over Chi Chi, overwhelmed, you can not go back. Sapphire slowly sip mouth tea, some poems can not be negotiated to jump out. How many years, this habit still has not changed, where have seen the poem, where have seen the scene, at some time since