我站的那个岗台是用厚厚的铁皮包裹着的，四四方方，周围是红白相间的图案；上面铺着一块厚皮，边已经圆了，且中间已有一个碗口大的窟窿。曾有人建议换掉上面那张皮，但终因我们和“他”感情太深，舍不得抛弃，至今还让“他”陪伴着我们渡过每一个风霜雪雨或烈日炎炎的日子。 The station where I stood was covered with a thick iron plate, surrounded by squares, surrounded by red and white motifs; covered with a thick layer of leather, the edges were rounded, and the middle of them had a big mouth hole. It has been suggested that the skin be replaced, but the deep feeling of resentment that we and the “he” end up leaving us so far “Let him” accompany us through every storm of frost or hot weather.