1几乎没什么旅客。秋田依窗而坐,一动不动地望着窗外。已经是深秋了。火车进入湘西境内,这种季节感愈发明显。红枫和黄银杏浸染的山脉,像弄花的布匹被姑娘们随手一丢,艳丽与落寞,扭成一团。这些景致倒也十分契合秋田此刻的心情,而她绝非为这秋色而来,不为重温,也不为怀旧,她回来,是为了以沫。以沫是她女儿,上礼拜刚过十六岁生日。李以沫,相濡以沫。每次想到女儿的名字,秋田的心都像被人捅了一刀,这十多年来她爱 1 Few travelers. Akita sat by the window, motionless looking out the window. It is already late autumn. Train into the territory of Western Hunan, the more obvious sense of the season. Maple and yellow ginkgo-impregnated mountains, like the flowers get the girls by the girls readily lost, gorgeous and lonely, twisted. These views are actually very fit Akita’s mood at the moment, and she never came for this autumn, not for review, nor for nostalgia, she came back, in order to foam. To Mo is her daughter, just after the 16th birthday last week. Li Yimo, profound feelings. Every time I think of her daughter’s name, Akita’s heart is like being stabbed by a knife, and for more than a decade her love