I don't think that her small stream turned into a big river in order to form a turbulent impact, but I just want to say that her comments are accurate, her analysis is thorough, she has sincere worries about nature, and she has a long-term vision. These should be the words she knows by heart, what she thinks in her observations, and this small station that blends with nature just provides her with a reason to express her heart directly, not to vomit or be unhappy.

On the contrary, this small station of one person in the depths of the mountains is indeed a wonderful place to express one's heart, and no matter how it comes, it will not attract objections. If you put it in the outside world, her remarks, the general public can come up with hundreds of self-righteous reasons, spit stars and argue with you, and they are all very indignant. Although the general public is the ultimate victim and has to use their physical and mental health to pay for the unbearable living environment, they are willing to stand up to defend the people who are safe and in trouble, and they are more active than defending their own fathers:

What nonsense, look at our city of high-rise buildings, the steel and concrete have rushed into the sky, and the tall birds have to be killed if they don't hide and fly, how magnificent! Every road is full of cars, suspended overhead heavy gray-blue exhaust, at a glance you can be full of vitality and outlook, this is a sign of the modern age! There are factories of all sizes, machines roaring, foreign currency and renminbi are making a lot of money, accounting for a few acres of basic farmland, the grain harvested facing the loess with its back to the sky and a bead of sweat falling into eight petals can be worth a few dollars. Entering the factory to earn wages is sperm, and digging in the soil is a fool, everyone is willing to be a sperm, not a fool. Let's all work hard, the ticket that clicks is the real thing, you can eat it as a meal, you can wear it as a dress, you have to buy everything with money.

This is a superficial truth, but is it actually so? Looking at the objects around us, it seems that the answer is no. And the greater negation will manifest later. The above, to put it mildly, means that the masochist leaves the "hospitality" of the sadist, and the whole body is itchy. In fact, there is nothing mysterious, they are all people who can't afford to be early, as soon as they take advantage of the small advantage of small favors, they will also take it a whim, where to take into account who the ultimate victim is, and will not take their physical health seriously as a matter of damage, digging the back road, abandoning the homeland that has continued the vitality of the ages, only focusing on the fragrant and spicy food in front of them, living in a high-rise building and driving a car, and not knowing what kind of water, soil and air will be inherited by future generations, and the harmony between man and nature is regarded as nonsense. Zhou Yu's beating of Huang Gai is really not a fabrication in reality.

At the moment, I am too lazy to care about the general public who take advantage of small advantages, those flies and dogs who have more than enough success and failure, all I care about is whether she is "spit out quickly". This charming woman, if she vomits in the small station, then I have to have a share of the credit, I get a sense of accomplishment to talk about **, it is natural. Don't forget, I'm up to the cracks here.

It seemed that she was really throwing up, because her slightly light bronzed face revealed a comfortable streamline, and it felt like she could pluck the music out with a few notes.

After a pause, she resumed her chat. The topic is still the topic between the small station and nature, full of poetry and picturesqueness. But after chatting for a while, I haven't jumped out of this range, which makes me a little puzzled: why doesn't she combine me with Xiaozhan to talk? Generally speaking, chatting and chatting will turn to this: Why are you alone in the small station? The station is so remote, did you come voluntarily or were you assigned? What are the daily tasks of the station? Is a person's life accustomed to how to pass the extra time? But she didn't go up here. This charming and extraordinary woman undoubtedly has an unconventional personality and habits, which is what people often say: not playing cards according to conventional routines. It's not good, if she doesn't move on to the topic I want, my intentions won't be fulfilled smoothly, and what I don't know can't be known.

It was only more than half an hour to say that I had met her from the door, but I deeply felt that I had accumulated a good impression of her for half a century, so that the desire to understand her had suddenly transpired in my body, as if the boiler of the steam engine had opened its valves, the steam was delivered in place, and the transmission system was sufficient, just waiting for the brakes to be released to push the wheels, and along the trajectory she stated, from her past to her present, further removing the unfamiliar curtains, and ending the unrelieved peripheral circles. But looking at the overall trend, I have to listen blindly, and what I hope for may be postponed endlessly, which is too annoying. No, you have to take the initiative and use my bricks to lead her jade. There is a way to want to take it, and the party that must be given first is the way. That's right!

After a conversation, I took the initiative to introduce her to the history of the station and my daily work. The introduction is concise, and the words of the railroad workers are used - dry, straight, hard, rough. In order to reduce the contrast with her, allow me to repeat it in a somewhat literary statement:

I said that you can see that this small station, which has a history of more than 100 years, has changed from prosperity to decline, the lights are dim, and there is not much gas. Now, my main job every day is to patrol the road, walk and walk between the mountains, look and see, and knock, and dare not be serious. Although it is difficult to pass a train for a month or two now, the patrol cannot be stopped, because no one has the final say to stop me, so I have to continue as always. There is not much work in the station, and the equipment has almost become an ornament, so it is better to say that this is still a station, rather than a dying place to stay.

When I came, the station was still a small station of four people. In the years when the train passed normally, three lazy old-timers took turns to stand on the platform at a specific time every day, and greeted the trains from south to north like wooden people. I know that their figures from young to old are embedded in all corners of the small station and on the eternal mountain, but the rules tell them that they must leave when they leave, and they can't die and beg for nothing. Later, the trains became scarcer and rarer, and it was really one less trip, just like a person eating one less meal. Finally, the years sent the day of departure to the three old-timers, and kicked the three old-timers away mercilessly. Since then, on the platform of the small station, the rotation that has lasted for more than 100 years has ended in the end of the song. When a train from south to north passes, the eyes on the train see the person standing like wood on the platform, always the same person, and I don't know whether it is pleasing to the eye or not, and whether it is greasy or not.

Throughout the history of the small station for more than 100 years, it was not until I became a small station of one person that it completed the transformation of things and people, and the change of dynasty. I didn't call hungry when I was full, I didn't feel sleepy when I slept enough, in this space with Cen Lonely as the main tone, stubborn immortality, accompanied by slow erosion, the sun, moon and stars, looking at each other, a lonely person.

"But you're willing! I still enjoy watching it. She said slowly.

I'm playing haha, neither denying nor affirming. Surely, the snake is added; Deny it, go against my heart. If it fits inappropriately, it will not be disgusting. Or continue to detour towards the set goal.

I said that this small station is very cold compared to other stations. Since the day it opened, there have been no buses at this station, and it has not stopped once for more than 100 years, so there have never been passengers here. The station was built for wagons - the kind of wagons pulled by steam locomotives. After the era of the steam engine passed, the wagons rarely stopped. A few years ago, buses no longer passed here, and the old trucks that were whirring and whirring did not know when they could only pass once. Not to mention, in the first week before you came, I don't know what kind of nerves I had to make, and two trucks passed in succession. But I didn't see how much cargo was transported, and I felt like I was here to roll the rails and polish them.

I estimate that this time the use index of this railway has been used up in advance, and I am afraid that it will not be possible to make a trip in another two months, and whoever wants to be a passenger here must have a lot of patience, and will have to wait until the day when the old wagons come again. But patience is not enough, you also have to have the skills of the Railway Guerrilla Flying Tigers, and then you must be able to pick up the wagon like a gecko. If you can pick up the wagon like a gecko, you can save a ticket! I say that, do you understand? Anyway, there have never been tourists here, and it's in vain!

"You mean I'm here to be a tourist? I'm not the kind of traveler you think of at all, and I didn't even think about getting on a bus. What kind of passenger car and truck? ”

She replied simply, staring at me with her eyes straight at me, staring at me so hard that she didn't dare to look at her.

I felt a little offended, the detour was not smooth enough, but my mouth was at this level, and I couldn't enter the realm of three inches. But I can't agree with her: even if you're not a passenger on the bus, you're a passenger; If you weren't a tourist, you wouldn't be here. Which of the people in this unpredictable life is not a traveler? Don't they all go from one station to another, one station after another, and finally to the final station! Travelers can't escape where they came from, where they're going, where they've passed, what they've experienced, and so on, and so on, a series of questions that can be answered. Unless you're amnesiac. Of course, this is a bit of a lift, but you can lift it in your heart, and there is nothing you can't do.

Besides, who let you get to my station, or if you don't get to me, or that you are not charismatic—this is important—I don't bother to know! As for the beginning of your life, if you don't want to say it, don't say it; The end of your life, you can't say what you want to say. Let's just settle for the next best thing, let's find out where you're coming from and where you're going, isn't it too much? It's not pretty, it sounds like someone is going to take advantage. But the kind of ticket-free passengers we are talking about don't mean that you can be a passenger! It has to be strong, agile with hands and feet, bold and careful, and has to have considerable skills in picking wagons. It is undeniable that you have the first three conditions, but we can't see the technology of picking wagons, and we don't dare to say that you can do it. So what we say doesn't specifically refer to you alone.

She still looked at me like that, as if she wanted to see through the man in front of her who wanted to detour her. I felt a little weak, and I felt that the mental activity just now had been seen through by her, and she was calmly assessing. This is not an ordinary assertive woman, she is smart and sensitive, she is really not in vain, and it is not good to go around, and she may go around herself. But when people haven't reached a dead end, they are not willing to give up, who knows if the next step will be bright? Then go around again, success or failure is not up to me, just try. But you have to keep in mind that for a man with a sound system, complete functions, and a monk who has lived like a monk for a few years, nothing can be said to be annoying to a charming woman.

I swallowed my saliva and spoke again:

This small station is the quietest on the whole line, and no one likes to work here. Everybody likes a big place? It just so happened that I wanted to be quiet and quiet, and the competent authorities just happened to place me here, so it was a perfect fit. In fact, the competent authorities are not willing to intervene, and I will take the initiative to apply here. When I came, I took a train of trucks, went uphill and downhill, turned around and drilled holes, and wandered around for most of the day, closing my eyes and curling up in a cradle with lullaby accompaniment, which was quite interesting. You're here, aren't you? Carrying such a big backpack, one foot high and one foot low, stepping on moss and gravel, I don't believe it if it's not hard. Where did you start this way, did you know about this little station before? Walking on two legs in this big mountain, it's not a good job, the scenery just looks beautiful, and there are many things that are not very beautiful behind it, where are you going?

The silence that followed shattered my perseverance, and I suddenly felt that this was full of great disrespect and voyeurism. At the most important level, it can be understood as: "Hey, how old are you?" Why don't you run around by yourself, why don't you have a companion? ”

She continued to stare at me, and I saw that her full lips were closed tightly, and although the blood was not lost, there was no trace of warmth, like a female underground worker who was a little overdone in a TV series and faced with the pressure of dog agents.

When I was stared at a little hairy, she turned her face out of the window, and it seemed to me to be a clear expression: "What's the matter with you, you're asking too much." ”