当踌躇着写下这页文字的时候,我正置身于横跨陕晋交界线的列车上,斜倚着窗,静望着不远处那弯慵懒地趴在河床上的黄河水。凹凸不平的河面,几乎凝固了的河水,已然映不出穹隆的薄云飞鸟,更映不出两畔的山峦沟壑,只在正午阳光的照耀下,浮出几点并不晃眼的银光。放眼四望,触目所及,秃山,残雪,衰草。一派荒凉。这是自记事以来,头一次在异乡过年。怀念着家乡香喷喷的年夜饭,怀念着年夜里在欢 When hesitating to write this page, I was on a train across the border between Shaanxi and Shanxi. I leaned against the window and stared at the Yellow River water lazyly lying on the river bed not far away. Uneven surface of the river, almost solidified river, has not reflected the dome of the birds and birds, but also reflects the two banks of mountain ravines, only in the midday sun shines, the rise of a few not dazzling silver. Looking around, touching the eyes, bald mountains, snow, bad weather. A desolate. This is the first time in a foreign land since the memo. Miss hometown fragrant New Year’s Eve, miss the joy