“爷爷,前面是什么啊?”“前面哪,叫远方!”“那我就一直跑,能回家吗?”“能,你就沿这段铁轨往回走!”我就这样在一段又一段铁轨边长大,看到了路边很绿很绿的草丛,看到了火车岔开铁轨,再也不来经历这里的春天。十年前,我总是冒险地把耳朵贴在尚有余温的铁轨上,听着车轮咕咚咕咚地滚走,直到再也没有声波,直到爷爷喊着我我才抬起头来,看着孤独的铁轨上立 “Grandpa, what is in front of me?” “Before, call it far away!” “I’ll keep running, can I go home?” “Yes, you’ll go back along this track!” A section of the railroad track grew up. I saw the green and green grass on the roadside. I saw the train leaving the track and never came to experience the spring here. Ten years ago, I always ventured to put my ear on the rail that was still warm, listening to the wheels rolling away until there was no more sound until the grandfather called me and I looked up and looked at the lonely Railroad tracks rise