Night had Qinling
(Sun and Moon Tan)
From Shanghai to Chengdu, there are two train lines to take, one is through the Longhai, Xiang Yu, Yang-an-line go, one is through the Longhai, Po into a line to go. In order to be able to see the world-famous treasure of the tunnel into the line, so I specifically chose the latter. 191 trains, out of Baoji station is already 6:30 in the evening. Because it is summer, but also because it is the west, lying a distance with Qinling still verdant green, Taibai mountain peak in the setting sun shine. Baoji Railway out of folded away to just south of the train began to summon the spirit come out wearing a tunnel over culverts, crossing the plate constant climb the Qinling Mountains. When the Qinling Mountains and descend quickly head to the train in time and space of the mountains in Mongolia has become gloomy and solemn. Suddenly, "Nanshan Cypriot world, sun, moon stone student", "dividing line in the peak change in public gully Shu Yin Qing" Such a poem to my mind, however, the oil.
At this point, way back to peak turn, the sky gradually dim down. Dusk, the train was out of the cave has a Youhei longer and deeper into a cave, Maner is a culvert in the wind and whistling trains. Is often out front before a long cave, then got into a longer cave. From the window and looked out the train's tail is still below the culverts, the train's head was swirling into the higher slopes of the culvert. Qinling Mountains, cattle bedding, red flower shop, youfanggou, wind state, stop children Lane, a land full of legends off Zhongshan station brands in the window flash, Jia Pingwa, Chung Cheng pen the story in their minds, mountainous southern Shaanxi the emergence of commercial mountain Sihao Chess King of kids out the window of the high loess slope walk.
Around 10 pm, an unknown third-class train outside the temporary mooring of small station, waiting for the train across the intersection. Heidengxiahuo the clog to many of the girls leaving for the basket, selling the eggs, peanuts, sweet potatoes and cooked like a native, sitting in the lights in the hard sleeper compartment of the people did not feel the outside world difficult, still laughing with. I bought a can of passengers across the Coca-Cola, rely on drinking after the windows opened, and I chatted in Sichuan Quanxing story. At this time, only to hear the roadbed edge of the window, came a 78-year-old little boy's childish voice, perhaps we do not care about the early opening, the child is likely to have been crying out for a while the lightly. His night as the mountain wind in the pan looked up, over and over again begging for an elongated tone: "Uncle, I just want a Coke. Uncle, I only need one ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ Coke cans."
I noticed that the boy is very persistent and very glad that they found a hand of a Coke can wait. The passenger is very good, saw him a few mouthfuls of smoke indiscriminately, and that Coke will quickly lean over and handed the child. Added: "Children, go home early." Looked at the window a child under the mountains, I suddenly think of my childhood, think of the children at home, my eyes moist. Soon, the train rumble start, stormed into the gray darkness, the Sichuan Basin to the Yimapingchuan sprang. However, from the first line of the novel foot Baocheng brought joy, this time had been depressed a lot.
Author: riyuetan
