你的北京与我的北京不一样。挤在北上的列车上,像沙丁鱼被封装在罐头里,满满一车厢坐着或站着的人,带着满满编织带的行李还有各式各样的背包,操着各地的方言或略带乡音的普通话熟练地与同路的人交流。火车把窗外的风景一点一点地往后拉,速度越来越快,直到模糊得看不见,把过去都搁浅。每个人脸上都有不同的表情,稚嫩的脸上有对未来的幻想, Your Beijing is different from my Beijing. Packed in a train on the north, like sardines are packaged in cans, full of a car sitting or standing people, with a bag full of woven luggage and a wide range of backpacks, speaking around the dialect or Slightly accent Mandarin skillfully communicate with people on the same road. The train pulled the scenery out of the window little by little and pulled it faster and faster until it was blurry and invisible. Everyone’s face has a different expression, immature face has the illusion of the future,