一夕阳落尽最后一点余晖,荒废的火车站里,长长的轨道没入荒芜的狗尾巴草中,一只孤独的鸟儿在杂草中寻觅着什么。那一簇簇狗尾巴草借着一丁点霞光,在轻风的吹抚下,摇晃着单薄的身子。我坐在满是锈迹斑斑的铁轨上,枕木还有点温热,我仿佛听到了火车“哐当哐当”由远及近驶来的声音。哦,也许是火车来了,想必是一辆绿皮火车。我在等一辆火车,一辆不知从何方开来的火车。火 A sunset off the last point, abandoned railway station, long track into the deserted dog tail grass, a lonely bird looking for something in the weeds. That cluster of dog tail grass by a little glow, blowing in the breeze, shaking the thin body. I sat on a rusty railroad track, and the sleepers were a bit warm, and I seemed to hear the sound of the train coming from far and near. Oh, perhaps the train is coming, presumably a green train. I am waiting for a train, a train I do not know where to start. fire