输了一场落地生根的战争青铜似的风景,在铁轨两侧以倒退的方式,逶迤而去。即便是这种转瞬即逝的邂逅,也足以让视线肿痛、酸涩,眼眶被涨潮般的泪水冲溃。我羡慕草木能够守着泥土里的根须,拒绝迁徙;羡慕它们能与兄弟姐妹朝夕共处,手牵着手地围绕着母亲。而我,就像是一粒成熟于北国黑土的草籽,在昏睡中被狂风劫往巴蜀的紫壤,而成长为一株望 Lost a bronze-like landscape of war-rooted warfare, wandering in retrograde fashion on either side of the tracks. Even this fleeting encounter, enough to make sights sore, sour, eyes were tidal tears burst. I envy vegetation can guard the roots of the soil, refused to move; envy them and their brothers and sisters can cope with the day and night, hand in hand around the mother. And I, like a ripe seed in the black soil of North China, was stormed by the wind to the Sichuan Basin purple soil, and grow into a hope