那年,我乘坐火车出差。可能是车厢里太闷热的缘故,乘客都显得很烦很急躁,有的骂骂咧咧,有的伸手擦着满头满脸的汗。翻越秦岭时,路过一个车站,列车在这里有两分钟的停歇。我靠着的车窗正好停在站台上一个十来岁男孩的身旁。这个黑瘦的男孩左肘弯儿上挎着一个不小的柳条筐,里面装满了五彩缤纷的野花。车刚停稳,那孩子就急忙举起花筐,几乎贴在车窗的玻璃上。“哇!好漂亮!”我身边的旅客们欢呼起来。其 That year, I travel by train. May be too hot in the car’s sake, passengers seem annoying very irritable, and some Mamalielie, and some reach out and covered his face sweat. When crossing the Qinling Mountains, passing a station, train where there are two minutes of rest. The window that I leaned was just stopping by a ten-year-old boy on the platform. The black lean boy left elbow bent a not small wicker basket, filled with colorful wildflowers. Just stopped the car, the child hurriedly up the flower baskets, almost attached to the window glass. “Wow! So beautiful!” The cheers around me cheered. its