封闭的空间,污浊的空气,昏暗的灯光,旅客们都蜷缩在自己的座位上。长途客车上,充盈着一种沉沉的死气。除了发动机沉重的轰鸣声外,车内没有一点声响。我透过污迹斑斑的玻璃向车外望去,一片阴暗,仿佛连飘飘洒洒的雪也是灰色的。那此起彼伏的呵欠声听得让人心烦,风吹着雪,从眼前飞快飘过,我仿佛能听到风呼啸而过的声音。“前面下车。”我身旁这个四五十岁的中年男人打破了车中的沉寂。有的旅客睁开了蒙眬的眼,又转过身去。车停了下来,那男人站起来,又围了一下灰色的围巾,收紧了灰 Closed space, dirty air, dim lighting, travelers are curled up in their seats. Coach, filled with a heavy death. In addition to the heavy roar of the engine, the car did not sound a little. I looked through the stained glass to the outside of the car, a dark, as if the snow is also drifting gray. That yawning one after another heard people upset, the wind blowing snow, drifting away from the front quickly, I seem to hear the sound of the wind whistling. Get off in front of me. “” The 40-year-old middle-aged man beside me broke the silence in the car. Some travelers opened their blind eyes and turned around again. The car stopped, and the man stood up and wrapped around a gray scarf, tightening the ash