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阴雨天。通往浙江余姚的火车在铁轨上急驰,朝向我们充满未知的旅程。天正青色,烟雨濛濛,而我坐在窗前,默默地聆听雨反复吟唱的熟悉旋律,极目远眺寻找最美的风景。视线已经模糊,依稀可以看见的,是一片葱郁苍茫的绿色。人生就像一场旅行,每个人都背着行囊,行色匆匆,向着既定的目标前行。当漂泊一生,黑发都变成银线的时候,回首如梦的旅途,才发现,人生中最美的,是车窗外沿途的风景,和当时看风景的心情。想带走的总来不及,想丢弃的却总觉得可惜,旅行中存在着太多的遗憾,
Rainy day. The train to Yuyao in Zhejiang is galloping on the tracks, heading for an unknown journey. Tianzheng blue, Amidst the misty rain, and I sat in front of the window, silently listening to the rain repeatedly singing the familiar melody, looking far to find the most beautiful scenery. Sight has been blurred, vaguely visible, is a lush green vast. Life is like a journey, everyone is carrying bags, hurry, toward the established goal. When wandering life, black hair has become a silver line, look back on a dream journey, only to find that the most beautiful life is the scenery along the car window, and then look at the mood of the landscape. Want to take away too late, but always feel pity to discard the travel there is too much regret,