2003年冬天,我坐上远行的大巴,再转乘绿皮火车、东风车、五十铃货车,迷茫的我一路辗转,十几个小时后终于停止奔波。到深圳的时候,天色已晚。夜里,营房旁的列车轰鸣声伴我入梦。就在这一年入冬的前几天,一座百年沧桑的小桥退出了历史舞台,仅仅用了15分钟就沿轨道整体向西平移了16米。两个星期后,它被纵向移至香港一侧,黯然地躺在河岸 In the winter of 2003, I got on a long-distance bus and then transferred to the Green Train, Dongfeng Motor and Isuzu Lorry. I lost my way and finally stopped running after a dozen hours. When it was dark, it was dark. Night, the barracks roar with me next to the dream. Just a few days before the winter of this year, a century-old bridge has withdrawn from the stage of history. It took only 15 minutes to move 16 meters to the west along the whole track. Two weeks later, it was moved longitudinally to the Hong Kong side, sadly lying on the bank