清晨的公汽上,前排坐着一位打工妹模样的女孩。慢慢地看一封信,信纸的开头写着“我最爱的小梅”。公汽走走停停,车厢里空气污浊,我却隐约嗅到青草香与花香。忽然很怀念这样的一封信,带着书桌的木香、刚劲的笔触,带着另一个城市或城市另一个角落的云卷云舒,经由陌生人的传递,抵达我的岁月。情书在路上走,思念与等待也在路上走,连同那些美好或者焦虑,连同默默埋藏的心愿,一起在路上 Early morning on the bus, the front row sitting girl looks like a girl. Slowly read a letter, the beginning of stationery says “my favorite Xiaomei ”. Bus stop and go, the air dirty cabin, but I vaguely smell the grass and flowers. Suddenly miss such a letter, with the desk of woody, vigorous strokes, with another city or another corner of the city of clouds, through strangers, arrived in my years. Love letters go on the road, miss and wait are walking on the road, along with those good or anxiety, together with the desire to silently buried on the road together