如果哪一天我只是埋头于人生中的种种事务,不再有兴致扒在车窗旁看沿途的风光,倾听内心的音乐,那时候我就真正老了俗了小时候喜欢乘车,尤其是火车,占据一个靠窗的位置,扒在窗户旁看窗外的风景。这爱好至今未变。列车飞驰,窗外无物长驻,风景永远新鲜。其实,窗外掠过什么风景,这并不重要。我喜欢的是那种流动的感觉。景物是流动的,思绪也是流动的,两者融为一片,仿佛置身于流畅的梦境。 If one day I am just immersed in all sorts of affairs in life, no longer interested in the window to see the scenery along the way, listen to the inner music, when I really old vulgar childhood like traveling by car, especially the train, Occupy a window by the window, peep at the window to see the scenery outside the window. This hobby has not changed so far. Train speeding, out of the window nothing long, the scenery is always fresh. In fact, passing scenery outside the window, it does not matter. I like the kind of flowing feeling. Scenery is flowing, thoughts are flowing, the two blend into one, as if exposure to a smooth dream.