两条漆黑的铁轨笔直地伸向远方,它的身旁零星地躲藏着几朵小花,呜呜的汽笛声由远及近,墨绿的火车呼啸而过,驶向那将沉入大地的太阳。喧嚣过后,只有他一个人,将路两旁的栏杆拉起。我家就在火车站附近,从小便听惯了火车嘹亮的汽笛声,从小就看惯了墨绿的车皮、黄晕的灯光,从小便爱上了火车、轨道。可渐渐地,随着城市的开发建设,这两条铁轨被遗忘了,每天只 Two dark tracks stretched straight into the distance, with sporadic hides of small flowers beside it, whistling whistles by far and near, dark green train, and toward the sun that would sink into the earth. After the hustle and bustle, only he alone, the railings on both sides of the lift. My house is near the train station, from the urine used to listen to the loud sirens of the train, grew up accustomed to dark green wagon, yellow halo of light, fell in love with the train, track. Gradually, with the development and construction of the city, these two tracks are forgotten, only daily