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不知何时有了份旅泊异乡的沧桑之感——坐在回乡的火车上,双手托腮漫无目的地望着窗外,听着车轮压轨的声音,心中竟
I do not know when there is a journey to the vicissitudes of foreign land - sitting on the train to return home, hands carelessly looking out the window, listening to the sound of the wheel pressure track, heart actually