通往拉萨的列车蜿蜒而上,仿佛汽笛的嗡鸣还在。海拔一米一米地升高,随之而来的是越来越强烈的高原反应。玻璃上反射出来的是自己发红的眼圈,窗外的长灯钉在铁路上,一盏连着一盏,向更漆黑的深处蔓延。身边的中年女人歪头睡着,我不自然地耸 The train to Lhasa winds up, as if the whistle is still buzzing. Elevation of one meter and one meter above sea level, followed by more and more intense plateau reaction. Reflected on the glass is his own red eye, the long lamp outside the window nailed to the railway, one after another, to more dark depths of the spread. Middle-aged woman around tilted his head asleep, I do not naturally tower