Those pairs of rusty brown rails and strings of cars chugging over hill and dale were for children an extension of their dreams, for youngsters an icon of wanderlust and for adults living away from home the direction of their constant thoughts and longing. And old-timers hoped it would still accompany them with its sedate and measured pace.
一條條鏽褐色的鐵道，一列列穿山越嶺的火車，曾是兒時夢想的延伸；是少年想流浪的指標；成年離家後，它又成了日夜懸念、歸鄉的方向；也許，當年老時，仍希望它邁著沈緩的步子陪著我們。