I'm sorry I couldn't help you with the wrong number the first time. I haven't read that article, and I really don't know what it is like. Later, I specially found several articles in "Germination". When I first found the first train, I really thought I found it, so I rushed to leave you a message. But when I look back at your question carefully, I find there is a big difference. Then I found a few articles that didn't correspond to your question, and I was a little sweaty. So I'm still a little happy to see you stop asking questions. Now that you ask, I have to post all the articles I found to you. If I still can't help you, I'm sorry … I've tried my best.

"Train" Author: No.9

She always likes to take the train alone. The train at night. Driving in open fields and narrow caves. The sound of the train became very obvious, with a cold wind. The light in the carriage was bright and sprinkled on the tired passengers' faces. The long journey made her skin rough and greasy. She got up and went to the bathroom. Cold water washed on my face and I woke up a lot. Wipe your face hard with your hands, dry it with a paper towel, and then arrange your hair in front of the glass.

It was dark outside at this time. She saw the only light in the village hundreds of meters away from the railway track, flashing like a firefly in the distance and passing by instantly. The light disappeared at once. The eyes lost their position and returned to their own images. She saw that her eyes were bloodshot and blinked, and her heart was sour and uncomfortable. The pores on the face become very thick because of poor rest, and the messy hair shows fatigue.

I went back to my seat and sat down, staring at the roof, not knowing what to do, and even losing my mind. She found the boy across the street looking at her from time to time. This kind of watching without any desire is just to let the eyes have a parking place. She also looked at him. Stare at it until the boy turned his embarrassed face out of the window at a loss. She suddenly fell in love with such a game. If you want to laugh, laugh out loud.

I turned to look at the scenery galloping backward outside the window, and felt that the journey was a bit long. Most people in the carriage are dreaming at this time. She's still awake. I feel hungry, but I have no desire for food. Leaning lazily in the chair, not wanting to move.

I think of a movie about trains, The True Story of Teddy Boy, Cantonese version. I never like dubbing movies. At that time, Leslie Cheung was popular, and Andy Lau Jacky Cheung was not a king. Maggie Cheung and Carina Lau, she still can't remember who he loves. Or both, or neither. The only thing I remember is Leslie Cheung's words, I am a bird without feet, and pieces of scenery are swept away by the train. Palm and banana in Southeast Asia, dense forests, processed into dark green tones. Leslie Cheung, who was shot, talked with Andy Lau on the train, and all he saw was the mountains that kept flying away. The sound of the train turning its wheels disappeared, as if there were a long silent movie. That's it. Slide quietly and slowly, and life is like water. Leslie Cheung, a bird without feet, flew down from a tall building. He doesn't even have wings

She picked up her cell phone and called him. The lazy voice came.

I will arrive at seven o'clock tomorrow morning.

oh . . Then I'll pick you up

Well, then go to sleep.

All right.

His city and her city. One south and one north are like two ends of the world.

He told her I was in love. She offered to have a look. He said, ok, you come.

She only brought some small clothes and a schoolbag, and went to his city alone. I'm not going to stay long. I just want to meet him and his girlfriend.

The boy who has always liked her promised to be with her in the last semester of senior three. Shopping, eating, hugging and kissing together. Everything you should do when you are first in love.

And fight for the college entrance examination together. Studying in the classroom all night, he went outside to buy hot baked sweet potatoes in the early morning, which made her cry.

Everything is clear.

After graduation, love is over. This is a strange and true law.

Then run to the university campus from south to north. She thought, so hard, isn't this the final result?

Texting often, seldom calling. A handwritten letter is accompanied by a beautiful bookmark. I never found a boyfriend again. No one can give me the warmth of baking sweet potatoes in the middle of the night, thinking that I can't fall in love with others anymore.

But he can. So when I heard that he had a new girlfriend, I was a little surprised. Many sad tides hit my heart violently, and I have no desire to cry. After thinking about it, I think love is equivalent to childhood friendship, but I still decide to look forward. Attitude is decisive, but there is no purpose at all. She thought over and over again that there was only a little love.

At this time, she was sitting on the train, and her nose was filled with the strange smell of instant noodles, cigarettes, sweat and socks mixed together in the carriage. I tried to recall the past from the beginning in my mind, trying to find some feelings to prove that I still love him, but in vain. I thought of tomorrow's webpage opening again, and once again I felt that I didn't love him so much. Love, that's all.

Then I felt calm and wise. I feel different from that little girl who is eager to live, and I am proud of it.

The sound of the train reminds her that she is approaching this calm and wise woman quickly.

The sound of the train seems endless, and you can drive all the way forever.

The sky is getting white outside the window, and the scenery on the earth begins to appear clearly. She remembered the Genesis in the Bible, as if it had come from chaos in this way. So I'm happy for no reason.

Tall buildings gradually appeared outside the window. Knew it was coming.

When the car door opened, all the people who woke up filed out and looked radiant.

Down-to-earth, I felt strange from the beginning. The cold of the morning jumped from the soles of your feet to your head. Wrap up your clothes, blend in with the crowd and walk to the exit.

Stop ten meters before the exit. Seeing him, she quickly retreated to the corner. She has ten seconds to look at the man. Face, clothes, hair, expression. I found that I could recognize him clearly, but he was already a stranger.

So I started walking back. I have never seen this city, but at least I have been here. I haven't met his girlfriend, but that's not important.

She walked faster and faster, unconsciously shouting, I am a bird without feet. Run back to the platform with a smile.

Set foot on the return train again. The rumble of the wheel cycle remains the same. The dark green scenery outside the window remains the same.

I came just to go back, I met just to say goodbye, and I won't love after all.

Like a train, come on, come back.

Youth on the train

Text/Zhu Zhankui

The air is still so sultry and cold, and the complex expressions scattered at the ticket office and the haggard and rambling faces that stagger outside the ticket office are intertwined in this youth season.

Silhouettes, passing cars and crowded people seem to herald something this season.

Xiaoyan told me that she was going to Hangzhou. I asked her why. She said that she was tired of boring work and wanted to adjust her mood in another city.

I don't know when she went It is impossible to call her in two days. I thought she deleted the number and got through the third day. When the phone is connected, I have an erratic feeling. She told me that she had arrived in Guizhou. She came to Chengdu and wanted to see me, but she didn't know where I was.

In my mind, I seem to fantasize about such a plot. The dusk intertwined with the sunset and the swaying mood of the swaying carriage are woven in this boring season, which makes many people feel disappointed.

When the carriage swung into the cave, my eyes suddenly became dark and deep, like the night sky.

I picked up the coke and drank it. It has a sticky feeling, just like my missed youth, until my heart.

Shu Ting said she would come to Chengdu, and I said I would go back soon.

She said she would come to me, and I said I would go back. Forget what should be forgotten! Some things always have an end, and some people always have a home. So, I told her a lot. I remember when I was in Xichang, I called her every night for a while. I talked a lot about the past and the present. I made a wonderful speech here and smiled very sunshine. I still seem to feel a little free and easy.

I told her that when you came, I might have been on the train back. You should learn to surf the internet, or we won't know how to contact each other in the future. I feel my heart is hurting when I say this.

She said yes, I will learn.

Then I heard the sound of eating noodles over there. I hung up the phone quickly because I knew there was someone else around her. She is very concerned and fond of it.

When surfing the Internet at night, I told many good friends that I was leaving. My sky seems a little dark. I still want to go to school to continue my studies. I have experienced a lot since I left school for nearly five years. Although I have a lot of happiness, I have many good friends and a good sister like Chen, who have been encouraging me. But there are still many injuries.

Wang Jianfeng is going to teach in Ningnan. I said yes! In that case, there is another talent in Ningnan.

Every night when I surf the Internet, he will ask me about the education in Ningnan. I said I don't know. I am an ignorant person at school. Education has nothing to do with me.

Later, we talked about girlfriends. He said that his future wife must be kind to her parents, and then it doesn't matter if she is kind or not, beautiful or not. I said with a smile, in fact, my requirements are similar. Then I laughed loudly. But I know that he can't hear my heartbreaking laughter over there.

I called Sister Chen after I bought the train ticket. I said I would come back. Then I told her that I had the urge to study, and she said, you finally figured it out! She said that you have arrived in Xichang. Do you want manager Lu to pick you up? I said forget it, I'll do it myself. She said she was afraid of not having a car so early, and I said yes!

She said I was back and invited me to dinner. I said yes! We can finally improve the food!

Think of the happy expression when we used to eat together, and then secretly happy!

I began to look forward to the beauty on the train. Unfortunately, I like to see the beautiful scenery during the day. I have never been to many cities. I want to see the beauty of spring and autumn, the fields of hope, and the vastness and richness of taking a walk by train. It's a pity that there are only tickets for the evening, and the simple idea has become a bubble.

I remembered Xiaoyan's fatigue and fantasy on the train now.

A bumpy train. Wandering heart, when can we look back and see the beauty left in the corner and the youth swaying on the train?

Perhaps, relaxed wings and flying footprints are the most beautiful footprints left in youth!

The Girl on the Train (by contrast, this poem is similar to the artistic conception of the article you said)

You and I are the same,

Curled up alone in the southbound carriage,

I always want to watch you carefully along the way. In your watery eyes,

Is it a little sad to run away from home like me?

Your clean voice,

Let me have an ethereal imagination,

I feel a vision completely out of proportion to your age.

Superimposed on you,

You pout from time to time,

Makes me wonder,

What kind of innocence does this girl who is three days younger than me but two grades older than me have?

In her thin figure,

What a powerful force this is!

Your temperature is still on your coat,

I waved my hand,

The stopped train is heading south again,

See you later,

Take care,

Come on!

There is also an article "The Train on the Sunset Slope". Limited words can't be sent. You can find it by searching online. I posted all the articles in "Germination", but if the first article is not, I estimate that it is extremely unlikely that the remaining three articles will be true.

Found another one:

The girl who met the train

The surface of our deep world is full of true or false love, either yours or his (her). A person standing in a crowd with his hands in his pockets and looking up is like the love of the stars in the sky to me. I have read too many love stories and failed to meet an affair, so that I am looking forward to the appearance of that role at every possible time and place. I know that fate can be met but not sought, and I thoroughly implemented this policy. If so, I have no history of chasing girls, but at some point in time, I will pass by the girl who makes my heart beat.

There are many stories about trains in the movies, such as the subway in Wong Kar-wai, Xiaogang Feng's world without thieves and so on. These big-name directors wear "conventional" high hats and resolutely choose the train. This is their cleverness, because they know that people and snakes are mixed on the train and anything is possible. It is logical that some stories happen on the train. Before going to college, the train was just an imaginary appearance, but that kind of imagination is a little simpler than combining real personal feelings with reality. It is no wonder that students' ideas are simple, thinking that things will be like the stories told by their mothers.

Going home by train from Chongqing for the second time in winter vacation, I feel much more comfortable, familiar with the scene and less uneasy. Having two friends, the most important factor is having a seat envied by passengers standing on the sidewalk. Needless to say, many people go home. From the starting point, there is no room for me to leave my seat and go to the toilet. Squeezing past will make you sweat, and it takes 20 minutes to do something that can be solved in one minute.

A few hours ago, I was more excited. Deng Lei, Xiao Wei and I set the food. I was more considerate than them, and brought more walkman and poker. I can't wait. Let's play cards. Three people, fighting landlords, of course. This is also my specialty. Generally speaking, if you are not a landlord, you will win. Victory has brought people a sense of accomplishment and encouragement, and it has also made me a little more domineering. According to certain logic, maybe I was carried away by the victory, but I don't know when a girl sat in the extra quarter of the space next to me and leaned in to watch me play poker, with a beautiful face. She heard my words from time to time and smiled slightly. My eyes looked at each other and I blushed like a maple leaf falling in autumn. At the same time, I tried to remember whether I had lost my temper. By the way, I also understand why those two guys are so distracted and look at me. The experience of watching them many times tells me that when my eyes are bright, the target appears.

The girl's eyes are deep, and it looks as if there is a clear spring and a holy pure land. I guess she should be a student, with the kind of affectionate eyes that I often see at school. The skin is fair and delicate. As Deng Lei said, it is as smooth as a baby's skin. It can squeeze water. Thin lips. Round and sexy. Tall and stylish. I have my favorite hairstyle. I put a shawl on my head. Gently across my right face, soft and crisp. I further doubt whether she will have the attitude of the girl in my mind: under the summer pavilion, a few rays of sunshine peep over, and the gentle wind gives her a big hug and caresses her long hair. She bowed her head slightly, propped her cheeks gently, put on headphones, and spread out a book on the stone table with some snacks next to it.

I began to be unnatural, playing cards, gathering at once, spreading out when playing cards and then gathering again. I'm afraid she will see that I occasionally make strategic mistakes, or that her mind can't keep up with my agility. So she only saw the result, not the process. I squeezed in to give her more space and let her move naturally. Maybe she didn't notice my efforts, but Deng Lei strongly felt the pressure from me. What makes me feel that the loss outweighs the gain in the future is that Deng Lei often shouts at me: There is the opposite sex and there is no humanity.

The car is as quiet as a morgue, and occasionally someone tiptoes to the toilet. Deng Lei and Xiao Wei were untidy and slept like corpses. I wake up at night and feel heavy on my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I was told that the girl climbed onto my back and fell asleep. I can smell her faint fragrance and feel her even breathing. I think if I die like this, it should be called peace. My back aches and my bones are falling apart, but I dare not move for fear of disturbing her dream. I can only resist supporting her upper body with my back.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally expected the girl to move and have a tendency to change her posture. I took the opportunity to straighten up and breathe. I just wanted to exercise, but her face was on my shoulder and I went back to sleep. I can't move, just waiting for her to wake up. After a while, her head gradually lowered until I was in my arms and her shoulders were much more comfortable. When new China was born, the oppressed people in old China could finally look up, which was an exciting emotion. The girl sleeps in her arms, which is unprecedented for me. I just don't know what will happen when she wakes up and sees this scene. Deng Lei and Xiao Wei must have cast envious eyes to kill me. The more they think about it, the more beautiful it is. They can't help laughing, but they don't want her to wake up so soon, so that I can feel different tenderness later.

At four or five o'clock, the girl sat up without noticing her gaffe. It seems that everything is still so natural, or maybe it is. I took the opportunity to solve my physical problems, but when I came back, I found that she had occupied all my seats. She was really rude to me. Helpless, just like a guard standing beside her, expecting the sleeping beauty to wake up again. I could see that she was really sleepy, so I stood until dawn. The announcer went to work and the conductor pushed the car to sell breakfast.

After passing an unknown station, many people got off the bus, and the girl found a seat, a seat diagonally opposite us. I was liberated, both mentally and physically, but I also lost something. After washing and dressing up, she looks more energetic and radiant than when I first saw her. I look at her from time to time. Coincidentally, she often looks at me and looks at me, generating a powerful current, which makes us "swish" and turn our faces. Wait a minute, I'll peek again, but I'll still look at each other from time to time. Accidental coincidence has become an inevitable cycle. N hours later, I shared my secret with my friends as usual. They looked at our tacit silent performance with a little excitement of finding another beautiful woman, and said with a teasing smile that I was receiving lightning shock waves.

The moment she went to the bathroom made me nervous. Deng Lei told me from his past experience that it was a hint, just pushing me to keep up with her. It's always a strange girl who talks to me before I start talking. How dare I talk to her easily? The spectators around me noticed my helplessness and were afraid of embarrassment. I have no choice but to try my best-pretend to be angry, very angry. After another big stop, the conductor said that I was surprised to stop for 30 minutes. Pull Deng Lei out of the car and get some fresh air to ease the tension. Go far away, dare not abandon the car, show yourself in the wilderness, and return immediately. Seeing her cleverly sticking out her head to buy water, I glanced at each other and got into the carriage. The intermittent "lightning shock wave" lasted for two hours before we got off the bus, and there was really no breakthrough. Deng Lei angered me and accepted it for me. According to his fifth girlfriend, he looked at the girl with cold eyes and stared straight at the target. After getting off the bus, as expected, my eyes were sore and my contact lenses could not find a suitable position.

I said at the beginning of my memory that fate is hard to meet, and I am afraid of missing this beautiful fate, but I seem to be powerless. We got off at the last stop of the terminal, and the girl was not ready to get off. Unfortunately, I wanted to get off together and ask her for contact information. Absent-minded, listening to others talk about friendship and love.

Despair is the beginning of finding the next hope. I can only do it in the car if I want her contact information, and I can't have that bold move. Deng Lei once made n girls fall under his jeans, which inevitably made him possible. It won't work to convince this guy with his mouth. I will buy him a pack of cigarettes in exchange for what he wants. Because we usually smoke a pack of cigarettes when we have money, and smoke a cigarette when we have no money. The pack we smoke together is more attractive than that one. About that cigarette, he has robbed me of half a cigarette countless times, and the screen name has been changed to half a cigarette.

Deng Lei, with a train ticket in his left hand and a pen in his right, was anxious and uneasy. I don't know, he always loses his chain at critical moments, so that I completely doubt the authenticity of n girls falling under his jeans. The relentless arrival of the train is imminent. At the moment when Xiao Wei and I got off with our luggage, Deng Lei, with his head down and his neck red and his face red, rushed to the girl and handed her the train ticket. I'm confused, Deng Lei explained. My qq and phone number are written on it. I asked him if he didn't write his name. Is it possible for her to call me voluntarily? I don't care that much. I just passed the exit ticket barrier. Fortunately, the investigation is not strict. When I accused him of impulsiveness, I didn't think too much about the consequences.

One day during the winter vacation, my mother told me that a girl called a boy on the train for no reason. I was ecstatic and hurried to check the caller ID, but unfortunately that phone number has been diligently deleted by me. I complain that when I was a child, my father taught me to be diligent, but sometimes it was wrong. What surprised me even more was that I saw the girl waiting to repair her watch in the street outside the school after school started, and passed her by. I'm not sure. I argued with Deng Lei for a while, and the answer was yes. Encouraged by Deng Lei, he stepped forward. I didn't expect that. She smiled at me and said no, the next time I saw her was at the stairs of the teaching building. Deng Lei dragged me to skip class. I insist on not leaving because I have to finish writing a novel. After class, I was still immersed in the idea of the plot. At the moment, I saw her coming from the opposite side, smiling sweetly. Because her last denial shocked me so much, I hurried away.

My friend said I was dirty. In constant propaganda and education, I swore to them in disappointment that if I saw her again, I would drive her away. Missed the opportunity, I am waiting for the next meeting, always trying to appear at every time and place where I can meet her even if there is a 0. 1% chance. Some people meet by chance, while others are careful not to find out. Maybe it was because I once scolded God for not giving me what I wanted and threw the cross my grandmother put on me in the toilet to blaspheme God, so I had this black humor. A flash in the pan disappears, and the meteor falls at the most dazzling moment. Fortunately, I have a gorgeous memory, broken in my heart. I once had a dream about that girl, dancing in a soothing saxophone, like a fairy tale I have seen, and the ending has long been forgotten. Wake up and blow in the wind.

If it weren't for me, I really wouldn't curse ...