火车穿过山峰下的轨道时,空荡荡的山谷里卷来一阵风,吹进车窗里,车厢顿时换来清新爽快的空气。他走到人少的后头车厢,摸出一根烟点上,挨窗户坐下了。刚坐下,一股风从对面窗户猛地豁进来,烟从嘴里刮出去了,他伸出手,只抓到火车外流过的风,烟飞向山谷,不知卷到哪里去了。他又点了一根,紧紧捏着,一口口吸,吸到烟屁股,在车厢壁上擦灭,用力将烟头朝外抛去。这时风已止了,火车开过了这座孤立的山峰,前面是一片开阔的平原。 When the train passed the track under the mountain, a gust of wind whirled through the empty valley, blowing into the window and the compartment suddenly had fresh and refreshing air. He walked to the back of the train less than a cigarette, got a window and sat down. Just sit down, a surge of wind from the opposite side of the window suddenly put aside, the smoke blowing out of his mouth, and he reached out and only caught the wind flowing through the train, smoke flying to the valley, I do not know where the roll went. He put another one, tightly pinch, a mouthful of sucking, sucked smoke buttocks, wipe off the wall in the car, the cigarette will be forced to throw away. The wind had stopped, the train passed the isolated mountain, in front of an open plain.