上午十点钟的火车站,阳光灼热地黏着皮肤,如同一个拉着人的手啰嗦不断的中年妇人,令人避之不及。不过,在这里,再灿烂的阳光冷眼看,也带着伤感。站台,离别的代名词,站上这里的地面,那些与离别相关的情绪和记忆就会忽然间生了根,从地底下冒出来,抓住人的脚腕一路爬上全身。我摇了摇脑袋,将那些试图爬上来的记忆摇散震落。我不是来回忆的,今天我的小姨,要从遥远的新疆回来了。正值暑期,来车站接她的任务,自然落到了我这个从事教师职业,三十三岁仍未婚配的闲人身上。而我刚才差点又想起的站台故事,已经过去很久,像一部老电影,那些离别中的情绪,经过很多年时间的包裹,不痛不 At ten o’clock the train station, the sun burning hot adhesion of the skin, like a man holding hands long-winded middle-aged woman, as far as impossible. However, here, bright sun glare again, but also with a sense of sadness. Platform, parting synonymous, standing on the ground here, those emotions and memories associated with the separation will suddenly rooted, emerge from under the ground, to seize the anvils all the way to climb the whole body. I shook my head and shaken the memory of those trying to climb up. I am not to recall, today my aunt, to come back from a distant Xinjiang. At the summer vacation, the task of picking her up at the station naturally landed on my idler who was still in her 33-year-old working-class as a teacher. Almost a long time ago, I was reminded of the platform story. It was like an old movie, the emotions of parting, and after many years of parcels, it was not painful