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zebrawow1发布于2014年9月28日21:06

过了西安，高山渐多，景渐荒凉，列车开始钻起一个接一个的山洞，手机信号变得微弱起来，贫瘠的山梁间，黄泥水般混浊的黄河水滚滚而下，缠绕在铁路前后，连大树也稀少起来，只是一丛丛半黄不绿的灌木装点着黄土山坡，山里人家屋檐下挂着明黄的玉米串和鲜红的辣椒串，算是为这片荒寂风景增添一点亮色。如果对着窗口看风景，进隧道时瞳孔会慢慢扩大，等走完长长的黑暗的隧道，明晃晃的一片刺白眩光，瞳孔就像突然被惊吓了一样突然缩小。隧道忽长忽短，每闪亮一次就换了一处景致，不到一分钟，就过了别人可能要翻一天才过得去的大山。黄河的河滩上偶有人走过，一部脏兮兮灰土之色的三轮车，突突突从水泥桥上开过。一个穿着蓝白相间校服的女孩，坐在河滩边，挥舞着一根树枝发呆。一幢老旧的宿舍楼前，有些小孩在跳橡皮筋，一个戴安全帽的男人爬上了高高的红砖烟囱。铁路边，修路工蹲在枕木上抽烟。这样的景致并不常见，大部分能看到的，是灰黄的土坡，灰黄的瓦房，灰黄的江水和桥，灰黄的河滩和推土机起重挖沙机，除此之外就一无所有了。

Once Xi'an fades from view, more and more lofty mountains appear and loom over the landscape that grows increasingly stark and desolate.

The train starts snaking its way through these mountains, tunnel after tunnel, while the signal strength on my mobile phone steadily dwindles.

Between the bare, barren mountain ridges, the turbid, muddy water of the Yellow River rolls along, now on this side of the railway, now on the other side. Even taller trees are becoming more of a rarity.

The loessial slopes are decked out with nothing but isolated thickets of brownish green bushes. Occasionally, garlands of bright yellow corncobs and fiery red chillies hanging from the eaves of the houses in the mountains give the denuded scenery some semblance of colour.

If I have been staring out of the window, the pupils of my eyes would be slowly dilating once we enter a dark tunnel. If the tunnel is a long one, as we emerge from the other end and as the blinding light hits my eyes, the pupils would shrink frantically, as if cowering in terror. Tunnels vary in length. Each flash of light marks a change of scene. It takes us less than one minute to go through a massive massif that would take someone a whole day to negotiate on foot.

Occasionally, a soul or two are seen walking on the shores of the Yellow River.

A heavily soiled, dusty tuk-tuk rattles its way across the concrete bridge.

A girl in blue-and-white stripy school uniform, sitting on the waterfront and brandishing a twig, gazes blankly in a stupor.

A group of kids are playing rubber band skipping in front of a run-down dormitory. A helmeted man is climbing up a towering chimney of red bricks.

By the rail tracks, maintenance workers are squatting on the sleepers, ciggies in hand.

But those scenes are less common than the muddy brown slopes, the muddy brown houses, the muddy brown river water and bridges, the muddy brown shores, the bulldozers, the cranes and the sand quarry machinery.

And that's about it.