一绿皮火车穿行在莽莽群山中。过了武胜关,前面是省界那条幽暗的隧道。这是新开的旅游专列,车速不算快,沿线的县城小站都要停四分钟。韩阳的脸一路朝着车窗外,暮春的田野、河汊、村湾,寂然后退,像无声电影。看不清村夫村妇们的脸,能看见他们在风中挥动的手臂,和衣衫被风撩起的样子。午后两点多,列车安静地停在山脚下的月台边。山里湛蓝的天幕,把空气染成淡淡的蓝色。四月的林子在山脚,涌着墨绿的浪,哗哗地拍打着山壁。韩阳在白白的太阳下,嚓嚓地踩着铁路边的石子路走出好远, A green train goes through the vast mountains. After Wusheng Pass, in front of the provincial sector that dark tunnel. This is a newly opened tourist train, the speed is not fast, the county’s small stations along the line have to stop four minutes. Han Yang’s face all the way toward the car window, late spring fields, Hehuang, Village Bay, quietly back, like a silent movie. Can not see the faces of the women in Muravu village, the arms they can see in the wind, and the clothes are lifted by the wind. More than two in the afternoon, the train stopped quietly at the foot of the platform. Blue sky in the mountains, the air dyed blue hint. The woods in April at the foot of the mountain, gushing dark green waves, rushing to flatter the mountain wall. Han Yang in the white of the sun, Cha Cha stepping on the side of the railway stones walked far and wide,