去年,我独自背着笨重的背包去甘肃,一路上在火车与长途汽车间辗转颠簸。为什么要给自己的人生加上这样一段旅途呢?如今又出发去西藏,我仍想不明原由,只是记起那段旅程遇见的他,就像命运的眷顾。当时,我乘车去一个小镇,途中坐在靠窗的位置看外面的戈壁,他骑着山地车从我的视线中擦过——准确地说,是被我乘坐的大巴超过。没过多久他又赶上来,似乎要与大巴一较高下。 Last year, I went to Gansu alone with a heavy backpack and left me with a bumpy ride across the train and coaches. Why should we add such a journey to our own life? Now we set out for Tibet. I still do not understand why. I just remember that he had met on that journey, just like blessing of destiny. At that time, I took a car to a small town where I sat on the window by the window and looked out the Gobi. He rode a mountain bike out of my sight - to be precise, it was overtaken by my bus. It did not take long for him to catch up and seemed to have to compete with the bus.