一条铁轨,向南北无限延伸。两旁是杂草,以及蔫了的麦草莲。很久很久都没有火车的鸣笛声了。空气安静得像凝固了。这是城郊。除去望不到边的绿色麦田,只有这条锈迹斑斑的铁轨。也许,很少有人知道这里吧。偶尔的,在周末午后晴朗的日子里,我会来到这里,沿着铁轨,一个人慢慢地走,直到消失在黄昏晕眩的光辉里。这是属于我一个人的王国。尽管在很久以前,它是属于我们的。 A railroad track extends infinitely north and south. On both sides are weeds and smashed wheatgrass. There was no whistle of the train for a long time. The air is as quiet as it is. This is the suburbs. Remove the green wheat field that can’t see the edge, only this rusted railroad track. Perhaps few people know this. Occasionally, on a clear sunny weekend afternoon, I will come here and walk along the tracks, one by one, until it disappears into the dizzy glow of dusk. This is a kingdom that belongs to me alone. Although it was a long time ago, it belongs to us.