回忆当初,在我离开家乡去外地读大学的时候,树还没有绿,草也没有长出来,就连天也是黑的,只有干冷的空气和肆意怒吼的北风。我背着行囊,摸黑踏上了南下的火车。车厢里很挤,我把视线转向了窗外。温差已使车窗附上了一层薄薄的雾气,用手把雾气抹去,便可以清晰地看见自己。忽然,我看到了自己身边的那张脸——如此像我父亲的一张脸,熟悉的皱纹,熟悉的表情——头微微低垂着,靠着座椅的后背,轻轻打着鼾。 Memories At first, when I left my hometown to go to college abroad, the tree was not yet green and the grass did not grow up. Even the sky was dark, with only cold air and the north wind wantonly roaring. I am carrying a luggage, dark set foot on the train south. The car is very crowded, I turned my eyes outside the window. Temperature difference has been attached to the window a thin layer of mist, the hands wiped off the fog, you can clearly see yourself. Suddenly, I saw the face around me - so like a face of my father, familiar wrinkles, familiar expression - the head drooping slightly, against the back of the seat, gently snoring .