1两条明晃晃的铁轨,横卧在髙高的路基上,不知它从哪儿延伸过来,又不知它延伸到哪儿去。一个仅有十余户人家的小村子,孤零零地坐落在这长长的南北望不到头的铁路边。每天,每天,不知有多少趟南来北往的火车从村边隆隆驰过。而每当火车驰过,钢铁的轰鸣震人耳膜,面对面说话听不清声音,整个村子就会像地震似的剧烈地震动,碰到饭头上,连摆在桌上的菜碗都会抖得泼出汤来。铁路边的小村子,每天在火车开过的颤动中进入梦乡,每天又在火车奔驰的隆隆声中迎来黎明。可是对村里人来 Two bright shining rails, lying on a high embankment, I do not know where it extends from, I do not know where it extends to. A small village of just a dozen people is lonely bordered by the long, unattainable railroad from north to south. Every day, every day, I do not know how many trips to and fro from the village rumored. Whenever the train passes, the steel roar shocks the eardrums, face to face can not hear the sound, the whole village will be like earthquake-like violent vibration, hit the rice head, even the dishes placed on the table will shake Soup out. The small village along the railway line went to sleep in the tremor of the train every day, dawning daily in the rumble of the train Mercedes. But to the village people