总的说来,我是个喜欢安静的人。喜欢像一棵树或者一株草那样认真而卑微地活着,但时间一长,不免对身旁的那些鸟和远方的风景滋生一些艳羡。因此,在一年中的某些日子,我会到别的地方走走。记不清这是第几次旅行了。我的旅途多半是沉默的。先是一个人躺在铺位上,听着火车咣当咣当一路向前,窗外的风景扑朔迷离,而前程却一寸一寸的被碾得粉碎。车厢是个没有去路与来 Overall, I am a quiet person. Like to live like a tree or a gravel grassly and humble, but a long time, can not help but some of the bird beside you and the distant scenery to give some envy. Therefore, on some days of the year, I will go somewhere else. Can not remember this is the first few trips. Most of my journey is silent. First, a person lay in the shop, listening to the train 咣 when 咣 all the way forward, the scenery outside the window is complicated and confusing, and the future is inch by inch was crushed. The car is a no way to go