[在夜里,经常听至到火车的鸣笛声,辽远而悠长,驶向一个不知名的远方,我渴望的远方。]我至今回想起高三那段日子还觉得讶然,全身的细胞都是绷起来的,像快要被拉断的弦。那一天,我背着沉重的双肩包站在考场外面,面无表情,虽然胸膛里一颗心躁动得就要跃出来。我从来都不是那种叽叽喳喳的女孩,我默默地站在角落,像一只猫隐匿在阴影里。铃声响起,迅速进考场,拿到试卷,填写了姓名和考号……心何时平静下来的,我没有意识到,只顾着绞尽脑汁奋笔疾 [At night, the whistle of a train is often heard, long and distant, toward an unknown distance, where I long to desire. ] I still remember the days of high school still feel very surprised that the whole body cells are stretched, like to be pulled off the string. That day, I stood with a heavy shoulder bag outside the examination room, expressionless, although a chest in the heart of a restlessness have to jumped out. I was never that kind of twittering girl, I stood silently in the corner like a cat hidden in the shadows. Ringtones sounded, quickly into the examination room, get the papers, fill in the name and test number ... ... When the heart calmed down, I did not realize, only to rack their brains struggling