火车驶过西安车站的时候,列车员过来换票,下铺的人操着一口浓重的青海话在跟列车员纠缠着什么。我被吵醒,拉开窗帘,窗外点点昏黄的灯光孤零零地照在浓稠的夜幕中。到家还早,我想,于是倒头又睡去。在梦中高山、戈壁、青岩、黄沙像是电影画面一般忽隐忽现,而后一切又像是掉入水里的画被捞起,混杂成一团令人反胃的色彩。 When the train passed by Xi’an Railway Station, the conductor came over to change his name. The bunk person was entangled in the thick Qinghai dialect with the conductor. I was awakened, opened the curtains, the dim light outside the window lit in the thick of the night alone. Home is still early, I think, then fell back to sleep. In the dream mountains, Gobi, Qingyan, yellow sand like a movie screen flickering, and then everything seems to fall into the water was picked up, mixed into a group of nausea.