那一年,和母亲、哥哥我们三人一起在乡村中学校园借来的泥土房里过完春节,我穿着打着补丁的单衣,裤腿上沾着泥巴,从寒风遍野的乡下,在夜晚坐上火车,一路向北,返回千里C市的铁路学校。正是冬季的夜晚,厚厚的玻璃车窗漆黑如墨,人挤着人的车箱里寒冷如雪,我挤在车箱连接处的过道上,斜靠在冰一样的铁板,如躺在自家烧热的炕头,酣然入睡。我实在是太困了,因为没有买到快车票,短短的千、八百里路,我倒了两次火车,还在一个火车站 That year, with my mother, my elder brother and three of us, we spent the Spring Festival in the mud room borrowed from the rural middle school campus. I wore a patchy patchwork of uniforms, and my trousers was covered with mud. From the cold and windy countryside, I sat at night On the train, all the way north, back to thousands of miles C City Railway School. It is the winter night, thick glass windows as dark as ink, people crowded in the car as cold as snow, I squeeze the car at the junction of the aisle, leaning against the same iron plate, such as lying on their own Heat the white picket, sound sleep. I was so sleepy, because I did not get a fast ticket, just a thousand, eight hundred miles, I fell the train twice, still at a train station