慵懒的躺在床榻上，享受着这一期待已久的时刻，火车匀速地行驶着，周遭的一切慢慢安静下来，车厢的灯熄灭了
只留下过道两旁的丝丝的余辉和车窗外偶尔照进来的灯光，外面是寂静的田野，偶尔点缀着几户人家。
    不知道这夜色中行驶的列车有没有打扰到窗外的宁静，还是这住在这附近的人早已习惯了这样路过的喧嚣，
偶尔交错过几节疾驰的列车，纱帘遮挡不住那耀眼的灯光，顿时将我的心照亮，他们会是要驶向哪里？
    下一站他们又是在何处停留？哪里又将是他们驻足的远方？想着想着，那灯光就渐行渐远了，是否人也是一样，
    不经意的擦肩而过，换来彼此间一个转身的距离，你我的心就朝着两个不同的方向远去了。
不记得是第几次坐这趟列车了，手中积攒的车票早已厚厚一叠，频繁往来于两地已有三年了。记得每次回家，我都会静静地端详这独特的灯光，不知道为何，我早已得出结论，当道路渐宽，视野变得明亮，天空好似布满满天星光的地方，
    就到了我的家乡。也许是年少的心不踏实，总喜欢仰望那辽阔的星光，就像当列车接近
一个陌生的城市，邂逅那一幢幢独特的建筑，最后驶入车站，埋没在一片车海之中。我也曾经向往自己能够这样，前往一个自己
    向往的城市，甘心被埋没进一群快乐的人潮之中。这趟列车从来不会抱怨自己常年奔波于相同的两地，无暇关顾其他的风景，
    至少我还能偶尔让心四处旅行，呼吸不同味道的空气，享受小憩的闲暇时光。列车离开长沙车站已是此时的23,57分了，车子的速度在缓缓的加快，车轮与铁轨之间间歇的轰隆声也在渐渐减弱，我想这时这应该是在京广线上行驶了吧，从小就对这条古老的京广线
    有着深深的情怀，长大之后最多往来的也是这里，特别是这南北纬10度间的风光。。。
 
    此时的我依然难以入睡，静静地望着窗外，视线渐渐模糊。。不知名的想念停留在的某个季节，回忆随着时间的冲刷渐渐消退，习惯失眠的人们往往心中藏有太多孤单的心事，抑或是明明不喜欢却又无奈地面对这样静寂的时光。或许每个人的心中都曾有那样一个华丽的梦，稚嫩而单纯。往往不切实际又好似天马行空，未来的我会是什么样子呢？至少现在的我，除了一点孤傲，一丝倔强，还有一颗
   一碰就满是伤痕的心，其他一无所有。。。




      lying cozily in the bed of train  and enjoying this wonderful moment that i have waited for such a long time, the train is moving ahead constantly. the atmosphere of surrounding, however, is turning into peace and quiet after all  the lights are turned off by someone adorable. Obviously,there's nothing left without the little light from the both sides
     of the passage and the light from outside getting through the window occasionally. What outside of window is the large  area of field land ,still,  you can easily spot several buildings in the distance sometimes...
      i still wonder whether the moving carriages would bother the peaceful of outside world at this quiet night.
      Maybe the people living around this place are used to this kind of rhythm coming from the restless travellers.
      Sometimes,you can have a chance to see a train coming and passing through.It is the brilliant lights that can not be
      hided behind the curtain suddenly lit up my mind.I can not help thinking, what kinds of objects are they after?
      which station would be their next option to stay? andwhere would be their final destination to settle down? Gradually,they are far away from us.Whether all of us just like that leaving train? 

      Coming across each other by chance,rewarding ourselves with a distance of turning around,then, both you and i are heading toward the adversed direction
and immerging ourselves into the crowd.
      I don't remember how many times i have taken this train to go home since i got a stack of tickets already.
      It has been three years from the first time that i take the train back home.It's still fresh when every single times i sit at here watching this spectacular lights on my way home.

      I don't know why,however, i have made the conclusion
      already that when the road ahead is broadened gradually and the vision of your eyes becomes bright and clear and the heaven above you is splendid as if it's scattered with a sky of shiny stars, i will reach my hometown.
      Maybe we all can not deny the fact that we're always not satisfied with the world that we already possess when we are young.Just like that moving train,approaching to a strange city,getting through many different kinds of buildings with diversed style,eventually,disappearing himself into a sea of trains. I used to dream about someday i can live in a bigger city and i would feel very glad to be indulged myself into a crowd that full of happiness. This line of train would never     complain about his destiny of occupying himself in such a endless round-trip without any chance of catching a glimpse of  the beautiful views along the whole journey.On the contrary, i can travel to wherever i want to go,renewing myself   with   the fresh air from different places,comforting myself with precious leisure time at least.
       It's hard for me to fall a sleep right now. Observing the outside of window squarely,my mind is blured by nothing.
That memory is fading away with the time goes by after some sort of miss has ceased by a unknown season.
       The people who get accustomed to the insomnia always have too many things about loneliness or something about
having to live through this kind of lonely night completely on his own. Maybe, there's a fantastic dream in everyones' mind,childish and pure, it seems that it goes against with the fact or just can not exist in your life. What the life will be  like in the future? nobody knows,however,It seems that i have nothing without a little of pride,a piece of stubbornness  and a sensitive heart that is easy to be broken ,doesn't it?