火车是个勾起无限情怀的交通工具。我八岁和父母一同坐着一辆慢吞吞的绿皮火车去无锡,车上有穿着老式列车员制服的乘务员,他们推着推车来回走,轻轻吆喝,提供不大烫的泡面和咖啡。我父亲读高中时是个叛逆青年,他拿了我爷爷放在家里的两个月工资,并且孤身上了从上海开往别处的绿皮火车,一个人在外飘荡了两个多月,没人知道他去了 The train is a transport that invokes unlimited emotions. I was eight years old and sat with my parents in a slow green train to Wuxi. There was a flight attendant in the uniform of the old conductor who was pushing the trolley back and forth, softly shouting and offering instant noodles coffee. My dad was a rebellious youth when he was in high school. He took my grandpa’s two-month salary at home and left alone with a green train going from Shanghai to Shanghai. Nobody was floating outside for more than two months He went