铁道边的那抹橘黄是在一个冬日的上午,我接到她的电话。我是一位铁路作家,经常接到陌生男女的电话,他们抱着一颗火热的心,跟我交流生活与工作的感受,我也习惯了这样的电话,习惯了跟这些分布在铁路沿线的陌生男女聊天说笑,听他们热情地喊我郝老师。然而这位女子明显不同,她不知道我是一位铁路作家,更没有读到我的任何作品。电话接通,先是听到清脆的鸟鸣,婉转悠长,仿佛那鸟就站在我的肩头歌唱,然后是她的声音,她说:“你能听我说话吗?” Nash orange on the side of the railway was on a winter morning, I received her call. I am a railway writer and I often get phone calls from strange men and women. They have a fiery heart and share with me the feeling of life and work. I am accustomed to such calls and accustomed to these distribution along the railway Strange chatting about men and women, listening to them enthusiastically call me Hao teacher. However, the woman was obviously different, she did not know that I was a railway writer, but did not read any of my works. The phone connected, first heard crisp bird, gently long, as if the bird stood on my shoulder singing, and then her voice, she said: Can you listen to me?