童年时,我住在一个相对独立、封闭的县城,一切都以缓慢与晦涩为基调。在这缓慢之下,我内心的暗火没日没夜地燃烧。县城的临时火车站就在我家附近,每天在固定的时间,都会听到火车经过的轰隆声,深夜里也能听见远方传来的悠扬汽笛。白天,我和小伙伴经常在铁路旁玩耍,每当听见一声汽笛长鸣时,都要大声欢呼:“火车要来了!”汽笛的轰鸣是一种力量,“哐当哐当”撞击铁轨的声音是一种力量,巨大的火车头和轮子更是一种力量。尽管父母整天告诫不要去铁路上,但放学后我依然爱沿着铁轨不停地往前走,望着静静的铁轨无 When I was a child, I lived in a relatively independent, closed county, everything is slow and obscure as the keynote. Under this slow, my inner dark fire burned day and night. The temporary railway station in the county seat is near my house. Every day at a fixed time, I hear the roar passing by the train. In the middle of the night I can hear melodious sirens coming from afar. During the day, my partner and I often play by the railway, and whenever I hear a siren siren, I cheer loudly: “The train is coming!” The siren of the siren is a force that “hits” The voice of the track is a force, a huge locomotive and wheels is a force. Although my parents warned not to go to the railway all day, I still kept walking along the tracks after school, looking at the quiet tracks