异地与故乡,家与家,那么近那么远,我总在不停离开不停回来。乌鸦有巢,蜻蜓有宿处,我的家,却永远在火车票的那一端。深冬,我在东三环上挤得寸步难行。的士司机倒司空见惯,索性摇下车窗抬头看风景,自言自语地说:“打了一天野食,也快回家了。”我一惊:“什么?”他说:“老鸹呀。”我顺着他的视线看去,一行乌鸦飞 Off-site and hometown, home and home, so near so far, I always keep leaving non-stop back. Crows have nests, dragonflies have places to stay, my home, but always at the train ticket end. Winter, I squeezed in the East Third Ring hard step. Taxi driver down commonplace, simply shake the window looked down at the scenery, he said to himself: “a day of wild food, but also soon to go home.” “I was shocked: ” What? “He said: ”Old Baba. " I looked down his gaze, a line of crows fly