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站台上,人来了又走了,我终于明白,自己也不过是其中一个过客。可是为什么,为什么我心中始终放不下那人海中执着的守望?那个佝偻的身影嵌入我的记忆,在我心灵深处隐隐作痛……那年冬天的风将整个世界吹得干涩,尘土卷着雪花在天地间纷纷扬扬。我在这个沿海的小镇踏上破旧的站台,结束我一个寒假的蛰居生活。上一批乘客刚刚离开,空旷的站台上到处是凌乱而泥泞的脚印。外婆与我一前一后地走着,中间始终保持着一段小心翼翼的距离。她的背影在我眼里佝偻
On the platform, people came and gone, and I finally realized that I was just one of them. But why, why my heart can not let down the man’s persistent watch? That grim figure embedded in my memory, a deep pain in my heart ... that winter wind blows the whole world dry, dust rolled snowflakes In the world have aroused. I set foot in the coastal town on the old platform, ending my winter life of a seclusion. A group of passengers just left, the empty platform full of messy and muddy footprints. Grandmother walked with me one after the other, the middle has always maintained a cautious distance. Her back shame in my eyes