那时候我还很小,大概是八十年代初期,汽车站建在县城的南关,灰墙垒砌白灰勾缝的外墙,有种历尽风雨的沧桑感。大厅木质的座椅上面,坐满了风尘仆仆的旅人,大厅的南墙上挂着一幅油画,两岸青山绿树,夹着一沟水流潺潺,一架渡槽凌空飞架,桥墩屹立高耸欲与山巅齐高,桥上行人过车,桥下行洪流水……画面风景优美,山水相依,色泽斑斓,逼真唯美,这时候 At that time, I was still young. It was probably the early 1980s when the bus station was built in the south gate of the county seat. Lobby wooden seats above, filled with the long-distance travelers, the hall hung on the south wall of a painting, green trees on both sides of the Strait, sandwiched a gurgling water, a aqueduct volley planes, piers standing towering desire The top of the mountain is high, the pedestrian bridge on the bridge, the flood of water flowing down the bridge ... The scenery is beautiful, the landscape is dependent, the color is gorgeous, the realistic and beautiful, this time