检票口一挤进火车站,就发现没有一个旅客不背着包袱。有的是否背着过于沉重的失落?有的是否背着已经改不掉的合同?对那些不习惯,此刻,我都得背着。对那些别人不以为的新奇,我也得背着。背着——其实已经看不见的远方那一对眼神。排在我前头的,像我那多年前因肺结核不停咳嗽的父亲像我那不再在为一桌麻将懊悔的母亲;也像我那已踩过一片艰难的妻子。当横在眼前的时间,一声喊:“检票了!”我正满心憧憬,并没有背上对前途的任何担忧。 A ticket gate squeezed into the train station, we found that no one does not carry the burden of passengers. Does it carry too heavy a loss or does it carry a contract that can not be changed? For those who are not used, at the moment, I have to carry. For those who do not think of the novelty, I have to carry. Carrying - in fact, can not see the distance that pair of eyes. Like my father, who had coughed with tuberculosis many years ago, like my mother, who is no longer regretful for a table mahjong, like I’ve stepped on a tough wife. When the time in sight, I shouted: “Checked!” I was full of longing, and did not carry any worries about the future.