人生像一场一个人的马拉松,稍停片刻剡,就要奔赴下一个驿站。故乡在中国的塞北内蒙古,而目的地是纵跨半个中国的地方。今夜的故乡似乎更加沉默,云雾迟迟不散。很多天以前光顾的那场雪也还没走运。在村庄的周围,只到傍晚才有麻雀,零零散散,瞬间消失在广阔的冬野。天黑得很早,每棵树都紧缩着身子。即使安静的小河也学会了倾听着什么。只有这深夜,深到人不能眠,我才听见奶奶的咳 Life like a one-man marathon, pause for a while, we must go to the next post. Hometown in China, Northern Inner Mongolia, and the destination is halfway through China. The hometown of tonight seems to be more silent, the clouds are still moving. The snow that I visited many days ago was not yet lucky. Around the village, only in the evening only sparrows, fragmented, instantly disappeared in the vast winter field. It was dark early, with each tree tightening. Even the quiet stream learns to listen to something. Only this late night, deep into people can not sleep, I heard my grandma’s cough