一我骑着自行车,穿过三条街。两条灯火通明,最后一条的尽头是火车站。库车火车站。候车的人坐在行李上,安检人员尽职地例行公事。偶尔一位烟客买个打火机,买包烟,店铺几乎没有什么客人了,所以店主也坐在门口,侃大山,喝起啤酒来。我想看看灯火通明的月台,想看看列车,所以我围着车站转起来。但无路可走。只模模糊糊看到一个女生在跑步,渐渐慢了下来。她冲着黑黝黝的角落里叫道:“奥巴马,是我!”紧接着,我听见狗的吱吱声。夜幕降临之后,我突然特别想看看库车火车站。去年的这个时侯,我和孔雀坐火车从和田回库尔勒,夜半时分经过库车站,睡意沉沉,看着远处稀 I rode a bike across three streets. Two lights, the last one is the train station. Kuqa train station. People waiting in the luggage, security staff due diligence to do business. Occasionally a smoker to buy a lighter, buy cigarettes, shops almost no guests, so the owner is sitting in the door, Kan mountains, drink beer. I want to see the brightly lit platform, want to see the train, so I turn around the station. But no way to go. Only vaguely saw a girl running, gradually slow down. She shouted in the swirling corner: “Obama, it’s me!” Then I heard the dog’s squeak. After nightfall, I suddenly especially want to see Kuqa train station. At this time last year, I and Peacock took a train from Wada to Korla, passing Kuqa Station in the middle of the night, drowsy, watching the distant dilute