萤火虫的光化开了,变大了,每一个里头都浮现出了茅子的身姿。有笑着的茅子,有唱歌的茅子,有睡着的茅子,有生气的茅子,还有哭鼻子的茅子……这会儿,正是车站掌灯时分。山里车站的灯光,是熟透了的柿子的颜色,稍稍离开一点距离眺望过去,便会让人突然怀念得想哭。车站上,长长的货车像睡着了似的,就那么停在那里,已经有一个小时没有动了。从刚才开始,一郎就倚在沿着铁道线的黑乎乎的栅栏上,看着那列货车。那关得紧紧的黑乎乎的车厢里,究竟装的是什么呢?也许说不定,里头装的是意想不到的晃眼的好东西……喏,就像那时的箱子似的…… Firefly photochemical opened, bigger, every one of them emerged out of Mao’s posture. There are laughing Maozi, singing song Maozi, sleeping asleep, angry Maozi, there are crying nostrils ... ... At this moment, it is the time when the station headlights. The light of a mountain station is the color of cooked persimmons, and a little distance away looks over the past, it will suddenly miss people want to cry. At the station, the long truck fell asleep, and stopped there for an hour without moving. From the very beginning, Ichiro leaned against the dark fence along the railway line and looked at the van. What is it in the dark, tightly packed compartment? Maybe it might be an unexpected dazzling thing ... 喏 It’s like a box in the sky ...