The impression and disappearance of the green-leather train

The green-leather train disappears

' Green Leather Car club ', ' Green car travel agency ', ' Green Car Inn ', ' green leather car country food ' ... Sitting in the train compartment with the big head of K, Bam Bam. All of a sudden the bubbles came out of my mind.

Where is the green leather car that has already been eliminated today? What do you do with it? An out-of-the-box project, a national chain of small investments, an easy-to-remember train for two generations and a national memory of a train-related story.

The green Wagon is a marker, a railroad history, a record of more than a century of travel.

Today, it is quite a touch to ride a two-hour hard-seat car.

And I, is to the countryside to jump queue a life memory chain. And history, was the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, Red Guards to the Beijing to see Mao's old man's madness. And the Tangshan earthquake, is to transport the disaster survived the green channel of life. and modern, but it is now the fate of those who walk out of the countryside to pay the way of transportation ...

A once in Yanan by self-reliance and retained a ruling party and the establishment of a new country spirit.

Reduce expenditure, make the best use of all the people with life philosophy is well-known idiom.

Plain living, hundreds of millions of Chinese families have been the home of choice, and even formed a fine tradition of a nation.

All this, in the face of money and the rich society almost lost!

I have no words.

At least, should the country's tax system reflect a tax that is wasteful of state-owned distortions?

That is, in the journey, often because of such a node to arouse reverie, thinking.

This should be another reason why I like to travel.

Green Leather Train

Once the green-leather train, slowly open

I was less than 20.

Opposite the man eve his head,

The old man across the street was smoking

A cigarette without a mouth.

I hold my head without words, because

A stranger, sweet-smelling sister.

Sit by my side.

The withered old man opened his

The mouth of the tooth

A torrent of telling about

60 soldier.

Sorghum is worn out.

Precious stomach.

30-year-old man.

It's a salesman.

Find a ways to pry it open

My teeth--like a dentist.

To record my father and my mother in a pen.

's phone number.

But listen, it's a little bit contemptuous of him.

Because all he knows about Dalian

But I didn't know there was a Hong Kong.

Sweet-smelling sister, quiet.

Got out of the car

Watch out for the unknown

On the small station, long-haired shoulders of the backs.

The cigarettes of the old man

Choked me with a child.

To chew with great reluctance,

He handed over a piece of cake.

It must be said that he had the least tolerance

Eat alone.

But let the travel companions smell.

Can't help but think,

I grandpa's "through the east."

Every calamity can

Xiangruyimo

Little

Conductor

Wearing a Dai.

Behind the

Old man

The paradox of Laughing

Light half cigarettes

Chubby old woman, chimed as if

Thin Old man, proud to become

Carriages of Darling ...

The long rails have no end,

Long Green-Leather train

Make a dull noise.

The left one feels the right, the time is sent.

One eyes, already gray

The long hair, the man

Think it can be 60 of a mile.

Racking's imagination

10,000 kinds of possibilities.

If the thin old man is alive, he is eighty or ninety years old.

Today's trains run faster,

The higher the rails are today.

I can't believe it.

Changing

encourage you, scurried.

Experience life.

Green Leather Train

About 51 people flow too much, the province of the city between the train and a few more times, and I, just good catch up with this green leather car.

The green-leather car, it seems to have been a long time ago. The reason, of course, is that this type of train body is painted dark green, as if it were wrapped in a dark-green, bare skin. When it ran up, on the track Sahuan childhood, as if a straight green dragon, an instant whistling past, leaving only a little hazy green still in sight. I always feel that it is a trace of spring, full of vitality, but also with a little mysterious atmosphere.

It belongs to the slow Train series, but in the eyes of the human eye, such speed is also quite powerful. This green-leather train has a much longer history than the Express series. I remember a long time ago, I did not know whether to go back to the fathers, or grandparents, they have worked diligently for some years. Like elderly old people, their internal facilities are not as complete as the new cars. Open the big window, it can be raised up the kind, raised high enough, can get into the bearer, can also pass luggage. At that time, most people fare evasion in this way. The green leather train does not have the air conditioning, sends the cool only a row hangs in the car roof the small fan, wheezing, the lap and the enclosure slowly shakes. Now it seems that the conditions are too hard, but at that time, we were all filled with joy in the car. Later, because the whole speed up, the town to the city of the train was canceled, I have not seen the green leather car for many years.

Luckily, this seat is a good location by the window. At this time is the evening, the air slightly with coolness, I still open the window, holding a big bag, accept the wind to give me a hug. When the train at full speed forward, the wind from the big push out of the window, very heavy, but there is a taste of nostalgia, as the wind in memory. When I was a child, I loved taking the train. On the one hand, I was a little bit short of a fare; on the other hand, I enjoyed the thrill it gave me when it was flying. Besides, you can always meet interesting people on the train and hear interesting things. Remember, at that time the platform was very primitive, there is no canopy roof, there is no cross-track overpass. When people were waiting on the opposite platform, they walked directly from the track. The naughty children were laughing at the rubble and the railroad tracks, and the anxious parents were going to pull their little hands on the side while they were scolding. On the platform, people small groups piles of conversation, talk about the rise, then burst out of laughter, jumping into the ears of farther pedestrians. When the car is coming to the station, there will be a flag bearer of the railway signal, which can not be seen now. I like to sit by the window of the green-leather train, open the window, and blow it, though sometimes it gets really messy. Every time and the parallel track of the train, is a shock to the soul. The air in this cramped space, tumbling, rubbing, colliding, roaring roar of fury. Every time, the heart will suffocate for a few seconds, quietly waiting for the end, but it is a taste of such a stimulating feeling.

Flash eyes, Drew, several years have gone. Once again on the green-leather train, only to find that the short 10 minutes of the journey, has been deeply engraved on the inside of the heart. This car, in my eyes, is already not ordinary existence, it is one end of the clasp is my childhood memory, one end of the serial is the unknown future.

The impression and disappearance of the green-leather train