没有什么箱子能沉甸甸地挂在心头,但我有一只。那是一只连什么形状都不能描述、装有何物都不确知的箱子,她的女主人姓甚名谁我也不清楚,我只是认得她胖乎乎的儿子。还是年关,为工作我又不得不踏上西行之路。人生经不起别离,所以,成都到乌市的列车里满满地充斥着团圆的 No box can be heavy in my heart, but I have one. It was a box that could not be described in any shape, what was inaccurate, and her mistress, whose name was very unknown, I did not know. I just knew her chubby son. Or the year off, I have to work on the road westbound. Life can not afford to leave, therefore, Chengdu to Urumqi train filled with reunion