你记得我,便是我抵达了。你转身,便是离开了。在这样的小站里停留,一切都是安静发生的,一切并没有走远。他在挥舞着旗帜,很认真也很严肃。起初我并没有注意,直到他大声喊起来,那面红色的小旗指向我并伴有很响亮的哨音时我才注意到他是在提醒我,要我退到白线以外。我抬头,很仔细地看着左前方这个年纪大约有五十左右的站台工作人员。真的很严肃,皮肤黝黑,鼻梁上架着一副老式黑框眼镜。他还在看我,当见 You remember me, that is, I arrived. When you turn around, you leave. Stay in such a small station, everything is quiet, everything has not gone away. He was waving his banner, very serious and serious. At first I did not notice until I shouted loudly that the red flag pointed at me and accompanied by a loud whistle I noticed that he was reminding me that I should retreat beyond the white line. I looked up, looking carefully at the left front of this age about 50 or so site staff. Really serious, dark complexion, nose worn with a pair of vintage black-rimmed glasses. He is still watching me, seeing you