Train Currently,I love train.Train is a subtle,kite-like feeling which is easily broken when clutched too firmly.For me,this sort of feeling is safe and affectionate. Considering the rentless effortss I have made,three years ago, it is reasonable for me to admitted to academy.1660 miles southwest of taiyuan located my school.I Leave the city which have a brilliant and glorious history as long as 2500 years with reluctant and anticipate by train. Out the windows, I take remarkable interest in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls. I also sleep in train.So enioyful is my trip that there is no station and destination in my heart. The magazine,which is edited by a remarkable young man named HANHAN ,has been called party carrying a article of the green train of Yunpeng Zhou who is a blind writer.He traveled by train from Beijing to Kunming, from Kunming to Qinghai and from Qinghai to Tibet. Actually,I like his life,but yet I can't lead that sort of life.I just look for the feeling of train.Only in this way can I realize my dream.