记得一次坐大巴,从家乡的小镇去北京,有8个小时的行程。窗外是大片的田地,在晚春里千篇一律地绿着。车上的人昏昏欲睡,我则看书,偶尔累了,才看一眼路边那些还荒芜着的山坡,或者赶羊吃草的农人。而那片花树,就是这样映入我疲惫的视野。它们安静地站在路旁,接受着风雨,也迎接着沙尘。它们的周围,是堆积的石块、砖瓦,还有日积月累吹过来的沙 I remember once by bus, from the home town to Beijing, 8 hours of travel. Out the window is a large field, in the late spring stereotyped green. The car was sleepy, I read, occasionally tired, just take a look at the roadside those desolate hillsides, or sheep grazing farmers. And that piece of flower tree, it is reflected in my tired vision. They stood quietly on the side of the road, subject to the storm, but also to meet the dust. Around them, is the accumulation of stones, tiles, as well as the sand blowing over time