我坐在回家的票车上,回想起很多次坐票车回家的情景。家像是地球的重心,票车的车轮跨过不同的经纬度,一点一点的接近它。那是很多年前的一个冬至,我在故乡的县城读高中。冬至前下了一场大雪,大街小巷堆满了皑皑积雪。那天我从学校匆匆赶到汽车站的时候天色已经渐暗。我慌慌张张挤上一辆票车,摸了摸口袋,只剩下零零碎碎的一块六角钱,然而到家的车票是两元钱。我困窘地站在售票员面前,尴尬地 I sat on the car home, remember many times to take the car home scene. Home like the center of gravity of the earth, the wheel of the car across different latitudes and longitudes, a little closer to it. It was a solstice many years ago, and I was in high school in my hometown. Before the winter solstice under a heavy snow, the streets filled with snow. That day when I was hurried to the bus station from school, the weather had faded. I panicked into a car, touched his pocket, leaving only a piece of hexagonal piecemeal, but the home ticket is two dollars. I am embarrassed to stand in front of the conductor, embarrassed