除夕了,街上到处弥漫着年的气味。忙完最后一宗业务,他急急地朝火车站走去。刚给母亲打过电话,今年一定会回家过年。握着电话的母亲笑了,像一个孩子。他刚把手伸向售票窗口,几乎同时,另一只手也伸向了窗口。他扭过头,看见一张苍老的脸,身上带着汽油味,领口微张,沾着绒绒的雪花,显得很邋遢;肩上背着大包小包,让他看起来很矮小,给人一种经历了不少风霜的感 New Year’s Eve, the streets filled with years of smell. Busy after the last business, he hurried toward the train station. Just call the mother, will be home this year. Mother holding the phone laughed, like a child. He just reached out to the ticket window, almost at the same time, with the other hand reaching out to the window. He turned his head and saw an old face with a petrol smell, a slight collar, and velvety snowflakes that looked clumsy; a large bag carrying on his shoulders that made him look small The species has experienced a lot of wind and cream