北京西站远不及它的老站厚重,尽管老站在它日新月异的现代性中也同样显得轻浮。在那里你或许沾染不到你所渴望的那种味道的尘土,也许你是爱干净的,一夜的火车让你的身上沾满了疲倦和尼古丁伴着汗臭混合的粘稠,姑娘你仍听着歌昂起头拖着比你更加庞大的行李箱踏下。这时你应该想起一些东西,又或者什么都没想起。 Beijing West Railway Station is far behind its old one, despite its frivolous presence in its ever-changing modernity. Where you may not be able to contaminate the smell of the dust you crave, maybe you love clean, a night train so tired of your body and the mixture of nicotine and sweat sticky girl you still listen Song angrily dragged more bulky suitcase than you stepped on. At this time you should think of something, or do not think of anything.