从北京市区乘郊线车。一直往北,往北。不知走了多长时间,只觉得车内的乘客越来越少,从车窗外掠过的,鳞次栉比的高楼大厦,沸腾喧嚣的车河人流渐渐被零星散落的低矮的农房,和冬日荒凉的旷野所取代……终点站的名字叫回龙观。下了车继续往北走,有一条不算宽阔的小河,一座年代久远的石板桥,偶而,几个老乡推着装满蔬菜的小车从桥上走过,稀稀落落的叫卖声在寒风中颤抖,更衬托出这市郊小镇的落寞和寂静。 Take a suburban bus from downtown Beijing. Always north, north. I do not know how long to go, only to feel fewer and fewer passengers in the car, passing from the window, row upon row of tall buildings, boiling noise of the car stream gradually scattered sporadic low farmhouse, and winter desolate The wilderness replaced ... ... the name of the terminal called Huilong concept. Get off the car and continue to go north, there is not a broad river, a stone bridge from time to time, and occasionally, a few villagers pushed the car filled with vegetables from the bridge, sparse barking in the cold Shivering in the wind, but also bring out the loneliness and silence of this suburban town.