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开往春天的火车

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发表时间:2020-06-30 10:59

我记得送他去服兵役的前一天晚上。 天很黑,光线在他脸上模糊不清,好像融入了夜色。


卓依靠在屋前的泥墙上,语气还是一如既往的漫不经心。 ”嘿,我明天就要走了” ”我们走,我们走,我们结束这一切” 我假装不在乎,恶意报复。 ”哦,你真残忍..。 对了,院子里的报春花要开了。 我不知道我能不能再看到它们打开。 你最好帮我看着他们。 还有后院那棵垂死的柳树,如果春天它不发芽,我会让人把它砍下来,给你铺一张木板床。 妈妈的眼睛不好。 别让她晚上工作。 还有爸爸,他这个年纪还在抽烟,而且一直在咳嗽。 他需要有人说服他。


还有你... “没关系,没关系,”我急忙打断他,以免进一步离题,最后,他固执地补充道,“真的不可能去吗? ” 在寒冷潮湿的空气中,一个孤独的问题被搁置了一会儿,没有人回答。 他没有直接回答我,而是把头转向另一边的黑暗。 眼睛里喷出了阳光: “丫头,你最不喜欢春天了。 祖国的建设正是需要人类的时间,你等着,哥哥要建一个繁荣的春天来告诉你。” 在他的眼里,包含着万里好江山,充满了激情。 他又呼了一口气,仍然懒洋洋的,但是带着一丝诚挚的倾听,我说: “我确实明天就要走了。”


随着几乎听不见的哼声,我后退了半步,把自己推进了黄昏的最深最深的阴影里,没有抬头,留下一片冰冷的空气,故意保持着平静。 我想再说点什么,但是当我看到卓的时候,我看到他的眼睛穿过村庄,看到很远很远的地方。 是一股淡蓝色的水流,就像老人在暮色中蹒跚而行。 但是卓的眼睛充满了坚定。 他的眼睛里仿佛充满了迎春花的气息。 ”你... ”我无言以对。 他伸手拉了拉我的辫子,在我的头发末端系了一条鲜红的丝带,摸了摸我的头说”我明天就走。


来为我送行” 我抬起头去迎接他毫不掩饰的眼神,那是一种强烈的,灼热的,潮湿的雾气,是我和我父母的影子。 第二天早上我起得很早,窗外下着雨。 我早餐时没看见卓,问妈妈,妈妈什么都没说,只是叹了口气,问爸爸,爸爸只是抽了口烟,咳嗽了一声,然后说,大家都过来 我抓起一个巢穴的头塞进嘴里,他自言自语地说”当兵没什么好的... ”妈妈用复杂的眼神瞪着我。 ”别胡说八道了... 吃吧” 爸爸还拿着烟斗,我看不到他脸上的表情。 吃完早饭,我赶回了村子。


小周来了。 他没有带伞。 雨水反映出他苍白而坚定的脸色,仿佛旧夜的凉露照亮了他的眼睛。 雨水顺着他瘦削的脸颊流进他的衣领,而他却背对着它。 在雨中,他和其他参军的男孩站成一排,作为一种安慰过去的仪式。 那些为他送行的是村里备受尊敬的长者,他们有勋章和红花的孩子。 我们都在这里。 该上路了。 派对走到了镇上的火车站。 站台年久失修,标志牌上生锈的“北京”让我觉得一切都不真实,直到火车进站,我才意识到一切都是真实的,车站也是真实的,是谁送他走的。 Cho 要参军了。 这也是真的。 在一声巨响之后,我听不到雨声。 老人们一个接一个地给年轻人送行,孩子们在胸前挂上勋章,并且做出一个不那么标准的军礼。 而我只是静静地走在仪式上,看着卓,不要说太多的话,我们都了解对方。 请上车。 雨停了。 乌云散去了。


终于,火车开始咯吱咯吱地穿过人群,在火车上,一阵尖锐的汽笛声开始呼啸而去。 所有的人都站在原地,脱下帽子,站着不动,看着火车离开。 手里拿着红花的孩子们不说话了。 大家都很安静,很安静。 太阳出来了。 我想起了卓在火车上以前那如春风般的微笑,望着火车一辆接一辆地驶出深深的隧道,完全走出那一刻,仿佛迎来了万道阳光。 锈迹斑斑的火车身上柔和的阳光镀层,落在我的眼睛里。


我想我透过云层看到了光。 远处马车的窗户开着,似乎有一种清晰的声音传来。 风太大了


I remember the night before I sent him off to military service. It was dark, and the light was dimly in his face, as if it had melted into the night. Zhuo leaned against the mud wall in front of the House, the tone is still as usual insouciant. "Hey, I'm leaving tomorrow. " "Let's go, let's go, let's get it over with. " I pretended not to care, and retaliated viciously. "Oh, how cruel you are... . By the way, the primroses are about to open in the courtyard. I don't know if I can see them open again. You'd better keep an eye on them for me. And that dying willow tree in the backyard, if it doesn't sprout in the spring, I'll have someone cut it down and make you a plank bed. MOM has a bad eye. Try Not to let her work at night. And Dad, he's still smoking at his age, and he's coughing all the time. He needs to be talked out of it. And you... " "it's all right, it's all right, " I interrupted hastily, in case of further digression, at the end, he added obstinately, "is it really impossible to go? " A lonely question was left in the cold, damp air for a while without a response. Instead of answering me directly, he turned his head to the darkness on the other side. In the eye has spurts out the sunlight: "The wench, you did not like the spring most. The Motherland's construction is precisely needs the human time, you waited, elder brother wants to build a prosperous spring to show you. " In his eye is containing ten thousand Li good rivers and mountains, full of passionate passion. He exhaled again, Still Languid, but listening with some earnestness, I said, I shall indeed be going to-morrow; and with an almost inaudible hmph, I stepped back half a step, and thrust myself into the deepest and deepest shadow of the dusk, did Not look up, leaving a frozen air and deliberately maintained calm. I tried to say something more, but when I looked flustered at Zhuo, I saw his eyes go across the village and land far, far away. Is a flow of Pale blue, as the old man to waddle in the twilight of the night. But Zhuo's eyes are full of firmness. His eyes seemed to be filled with winter jasmine spring. "You... " I was speechless. He reached up and tugged at my pigtail, tied a bright red ribbon around the end of my hair, touched my head and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow. Come and see me off. " I raised my head to meet his undisguised eyes, it was intense -- A hot, scalding, watery haze, a reflection of me and my parents. I got up early the next morning when it was raining pitter-patter outside my window. I didn't see Zhuo at breakfast, asked mom, mom didn't say anything, just sighed, asked Dad, dad just took a hard smoke, coughed and said, "gather around. " I grabbed a nest head and stuck it in my mouth, he mumbled to himself, "there's nothing good about being a soldier... " Mom glared at me with a complicated look. "Don't talk nonsense... eat. " Dad was still holding his pipe in the rising smoke, i couldn't see the look on his face. After breakfast, I hurried to the village. Cho's here. He didn't have an umbrella. The rain reflected the PALLOR and firmness of his face, as if the cool dew of the old night had brightened his eyes. The rain ran down his thin face into his collar, and he had turned his back on it. He stood in a line with the rest of the boys who had joined the army, in the rain, as a sort of ritual to console the past. Those who saw him off were the village elders, highly respected, with medals and Carthamus Tinctorius's children. We're all here. Time to hit the road. The party walked to the train station in town. The platform was in disrepair, and the rusting word "Beijing" on the sign made me feel that everything was unreal until the train pulled into the station, when I realized that everything was real, the station was real, it's true who sent him off. Cho's going to join the army. It's true too. After a loud roar, I couldn't hear the rain. The elders gave the young men a grand farewell one by one, and the children put medals on their chests and made a not so standard military salute. And I just quietly walk the attention ceremony, watching Zhuo, not too many words, we all understand each other. All aboard. The rain has stopped. The clouds have cleared. Finally, the train began to creak between the line of people, in the train after a sharp whistle began to fly away. All the people standing in place, take off their hats, stand still, watching the departure of the train. The children with red flowers in their hands stopped talking. Everyone was very quiet, very quiet. The Sun is out. I think of Zhuo on the train before that such as the spring breeze smile, looking at the train one by one to leave the deep tunnel, completely out of that moment, as if ushered in a million rays of sunlight. The soft sunlight plating on the rusty train body, fell in my eyes. I think I saw the light through the clouds. There seemed to be a distinct sound coming from the open window of the distant carriage. The wind was too loud to be heard clearly. But I get it. He said it was spring on a train!

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