[01]六月的夏天,踽踽喘喘的绿皮火车,行了一天一夜之久。经过的地方,从高楼林立到苍翠田野,最终成为荒茫戈壁。天空之下,大地坦荡似砥,植被被抛洒般无力地匍匐于地,牧人在骄阳下走马,灰色羽翎的飞鸟如同天空抖落的灰尘。那时我八岁。从未想过天空深处还有除楼宇之外的风景:远接地平线的戈壁;一直在穿越,却似乎永远无法穿越的茫茫荒漠如沙如浪……那年,还拥有苹果脸的我第一次掀开世界的一角,惊异于它的广袤无边。如果说生命是一张白纸,那么这旅途,便是一笔描在中央、向两侧无限延伸的直线,横贯我单薄的生命,抵达过去、现在和未来。火车驶往乌鲁木齐。 [01] In the summer of June, a gruesome green train runs for a day and a night. Passing places, from high-rise buildings to the green fields, eventually become a desert Gobi. Under the skies, the land is like a tomb, the vegetation is sprinkled like a prostrate ground, the shepherd walks in the sun, and the gray featherling bird feels like the dust of the sky. At that time I was eight years old. Never thought of the depths of the sky as well as the view beyond the buildings: the Gobi, a distance from the horizon, the vast desert that has ever been crossed, but never seem to be able to cross, such as the waves ... That year I also had an apple face Once opened the corner of the world, amazed at its vast boundless. If life is a piece of white paper, then this journey will be a straight line drawn in the center and extending indefinitely to both sides, traversing my thin life and reaching the past, the present and the future. Train to Urumqi.