鞍山,这座上世纪被誉为“钢铁之都”的北方重工业城市,对我来说,既是家乡,也是我成长、成家、工作,并且至今不曾离开过的地方。儿时的记忆中,一对长长铁轨贯穿整个城市。清晨,咣咣铛铛的有轨电车声,把人们从沉睡中唤醒,然后送往沿途的一个个工厂。傍晚,又接送他们回家。光阴流转,岁月如歌,回首往事,总有挥不去、丢不下的惆怅。夜静时,耳畔时常响起似乎电车的行驶声,伴你入睡,朦胧中又让你醒来;站在居室窗前,如森林般的现代化城市建筑显现在眼前,感叹中,心迹 Anshan, a heavy industrial city in the north of the city known as the “Capital of Iron and Steel” in the last century, was both a hometown and a place where I grew up, became a family, worked, and has never left before. In childhood memories, a long pair of tracks runs through the city. In the early morning, the tramcar rattles the people from their asleep sleep and sends them to factories along the way. In the evening, they pick them up again. Time flies, years of song, looking back, always have to go, lost melancholy. Night quiet, ears often sounded like the sound of the tram driving, with you to sleep, and you wake up in the dim; standing in front of the window of the room, such as the forest-like modern city buildings appear in front of sigh,