房子靠近市郊,离火车站不算远,凌晨或是夜深人静,能听见火车的鸣笛声。这时,总是睡意顿消,在熹微的晨光或暗淡的静夜里,一同醒来的,还有那些原以为已经遗忘的过往。最初,是很不喜欢这座城市的。下了火车,被接站的车子七拐八绕送到一片平房区,年久失修的老房子挤挤挨挨,房前屋后满是碎媒堆,风广吹,灰尘漫天,落得满身满心。失望扑面而来,这是什么城市?还没有家乡的县城体面。初相见,便失去了期待中的婉约。可是,却已身不由己,如同手中 The house is near the suburbs, not far from the train station, and can hear the whistle of the train in the early morning or late night. At this time, always drowsiness, waking up together in the dim light or dark night, and those who had thought they had forgotten the past. At first, I did not like the city very much. Under the train, pick up the car seven roundabout sent to a cottage area, old and disreputable old house squeeze squeeze to squeeze, the front of the house is full of debris after the media pile, the wind blowing, the dust filled the sky, covered with full of heart . Disappointed blowing, what is this city? There is no decent hometown of the county. At first sight, they lost the graceful look forward to. However, it has been involuntarily, as in the hands