Although a variety of means of transport now, and I remain fond of the train. Sometimes the car's relatively long time, but I did not feel hard, and have actually think that is a pleasure to ride the train, from entering the station, was covered are filled with a passion, I love the green car and to keep distance extension of the rails, like the train whistle, as well as the scenery outside the window. Do not know how many times to sit, or so like that particular rhythm, back out the window a strange landscape and car passengers, meet new friends every time. Point of view the train, always feel fresh, most of the train are moving away from the city line, or mountains, or uphill, some place is available "off the beaten track" to describe. Inside the train is simply a microcosm of society, everyone in the compartment to display their own different ways. You can not understand each person's psychological, but you obviously feel the clothes from the language of the cultural differences between them. Especially when the train across several provinces. Also, when you look at someone else, someone else might be in the same eyes see you. I remember a photographer dedicated to the theme of trains out of a photographic exhibition, the picture he had taken the young couple, carrying a woman, and looked anxiously in the aisles crowded people. The real scene fascinated me, so far, I still remember those images. Everything that happened inside the carriage made me feel at home. Train brought more than just novelty and excitement, and sometimes a kind of loneliness. Color became dark day, the train goes through another small town, twinkling lights will always evoke the idea of homesickness. Solitary car window, the home of the desire is so true and strong impact on me. After each trip, I look forward to a new journey. What is the driving force can not tell me once again set foot on the train, may be an irresistible call it.