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一2002年8月末的秦岭,气候变化多端。梁大成乘坐的从成都开往西安的第N次列车,此刻正沿着蜿蜒的宝成线向陕西方向疾驶。车厢里满满的,乘客大多昏昏欲睡。梁大成和表弟石有用面对面地僵坐在车窗边,相视无语,心情却像穿梭在一个又一个隧道口的列车,忽明忽暗。那些单调的“咣当”声和偶尔经过的乘警,搅得梁大成心里一起一落,让他不得不调整呼吸来适应心跳的节奏。梁大成很清楚此次到陕西的目的。看着表弟有些茫然、呆滞的眼神,他在心里骂了一句脏话,叹了口气,目光从石有用的脸上迅速跳开,死死地盯着窗外。列车进入秦岭腹地,风把密实的林梢儿一拨接一拨地推搡过来,像一片愤怒的海,几乎随时可能吞噬自己。隔着车窗玻璃,梁大成听不见风声,但那种不可抵挡的力量直达他的心底,激起一阵秋风扫落叶般的战栗。一丝露水般的潜意识在他心里滑过,又瞬间蒸发,但这足以让他坐卧难安了。
One of the Qinling Mountains at the end of August 2002 has many changes in climate. Liang Dacheng took the N-th train bound for Xi’an from Chengdu and is now heading in the direction of Shaanxi along the meandering Baocheng Line. The car is full, most of the passengers drowsy. Liang Dacheng and his cousin Stone useful sit face to face in the window, as silent, but I feel like shuttle in the tunnel after another train, flickering. Those monotonous “咣 ” sound and occasionally passing marshals, together with Liang Dacheng heart fall, so that he had to adjust his breathing to adapt to the rhythm of the heartbeat. Liang Dacheng very clearly the purpose of this visit to Shaanxi. Cousin looked a bit dazed, sluggish eyes, he scolded in his heart a swearword, sighed, eyes quickly jump from the stone’s useful face, staring at the window. The train entered the Qinling hinterland, the wind shook the dense tip of the whisk and then shoved it, like an angry sea, almost ready to swallow yourself. Through the window glass, Liang Dacheng can not hear the wind, but the kind of irresistible force directly to his heart, stirring a burst of autumn trembling like trembling. A trace of dew-like subconscious in his heart slip, but also an instant evaporation, but enough to make him rest in peace.