大学四年,到过一些城市,去过一些地方,见识过形形色色的人。那些在书本中提及过的远方,也曾不断地抵达。前段时间和朋友聊起“远方”这个话题,朋友说了一句话:“故乡总是别人的。我们不断抵达的远方,正是别人的故乡,而我们的故乡,正不断地被抵达。”我有些恍然,记起那些不断盲目追求远方的日子,倒车、转车、靠站、启程。在轰鸣的火车中,远方浓缩成了一种疲惫和麻木,而故乡显得那么陌生和 University for four years, to some cities, went to some places, have seen all kinds of people. The distant places mentioned in the book have also arrived continually. A while ago and chat with friends “distant ” this topic, a friend said something: “hometown is always others.We are constantly arriving in the distance, it is the hometown of others, and our hometown, is being constantly arrived . ”I suddenly realized, remember those who continue to blindly pursue the distant days, reversing, transfer, rely on the station, departure. In the roaring train, the distance concentrated into a tired and numb, while the hometown seems so strange and