他是被前呼后拥着来的,闪光灯从各个不同的角度曝着光,他的衣服上,帽子上都落满了签名,各种颜色的字体。列车启动的时候那伙人齐声喊了起来:“活着!加油!”那声音随着我关闭的车门被齐齐地挡在了外边,他站在我身后,厚重的鼻音,我知道他哭了。他的行李坚实厚重,他问我可否放在风挡处,因为体积比较大,车厢里不好安放。我非常好奇地仔细端详了他的脸,一个惊叹号就毫无保留的写在了我的 He was held in front of the call, the flash exposing light from different angles, his clothes, hats are filled with a signature, a variety of color fonts. When the train started, the group shouted in unison: “Live! Come on!” "The sound came out as I closed the door neatly outside, and he stood behind me, thick nasal, I know He cried. His baggage was solid and heavy, and he asked me if I could put it on the windshield, because of its large size and poor cabin seating. I looked at his face with great curiosity, and an exclamation point was written without reservation.