在许多个同样寂静无声或喧闹嘈乱的夜晚,我总是独自躺在黑暗中或是身处人群里回想,“可能是那样吧,记不起更多细节了”。唯独一直在滚动播放的画面是七岁那年去北京的时候,我兴奋得无法入睡,贴在冰冷的起了雾气而湿漉漉的窗户上感受火车撞在轨道上不变的节奏。一抬头就傻了眼,满天的星星明亮得让静谧的夜熠熠生辉,一颗一颗一簇一簇紧紧地挤在黑漆漆的遥远的天空上,我不知道命运之中是谁在此时与我看向了千万分之一 In many of the same silent or noisy night, I always lie alone in the dark or in the crowd recalled, “It may be so, can not remember more details ”. The only thing I’ve been scrolling through is when I went to Beijing at the age of seven, I was so excited that I could not fall asleep and felt stuck in a cold, wet, wet window feeling the constant rhythm of a train crashing into orbit. Looked up on the foolish eyes, sky full of bright stars so quiet night, a cluster of clusters tightly packed crowded in the dark sky, I do not know the fate is Who at this time and I look to the millionth