Chapter 45 Acoustic - 3

When I met the locomotive, with its train of cars, it moved on like a planet—or, like a broom star, for since the track was not like a curve that would turn back, whoever saw it I don’t know if the train going in this direction will return to this track at this speed—the water vapor is like a flag, forming a gold and silver smoke ring floating behind, as if I have seen Clouds of fluffy white clouds high in the sky spread out in large chunks and let down their majestic light, as if this strange traveling god spit out clouds and was about to reflect the setting sun. The sky was the livery of its train; then I heard the iron horse roaring so loudly that the valleys echoed, and the earth trembled with his feet, and fire and black smoke spewed from his nostrils (I don't know in the new mythology , what kind of pegasus or fire dragon will people take in), it seems that the earth finally has a new race worthy of living on the earth.If only it were all as it seems, with man controlling the elements and making them serve noble purposes!If the clouds on the locomotive are really the sweat of heroic deeds, and the steam is as beneficial as the clouds floating over the farmlands, then the elements and nature herself will be willing to serve and protect man.

My mood when looking at the morning train is the same as when I look at the sunrise, and the sunrise is not necessarily more punctual than the morning train.The train was heading toward Boston, and behind it a string of clouds elongated, rising higher and higher into the sky, blocking out the sun for a moment and shading the fields beyond me.This string of clouds is the train of the sky, and the little cart beside it hugging the earth is just the barb of a javelin in comparison.On this winter morning, the rider of the iron horse got up very early to feed the grass under the starlight among the mountains.It got the fire up so early, to give it internal heat so that it could go on its way.If only it could start so early and be so harmless!When the snow was deep, it put on snowshoes and used a huge iron plow to carve a road from the mountains to the sea, and the vehicle was like a ditch seeder, throwing away all the scorched people and vanity. commodities, and scattered them as seed in the fields.All day long the fire steed flew across the fields, stopping only for the rest of its master.Even in the middle of the night, I was often awakened by its stride and murderous groan; in the secluded forest in the valley far away, it was blocked by ice and snow; it could not enter the stable until it was under the morning star.But neither resting nor dozing off, he immediately went on his journey again.Sometimes, in the twilight, I heard him in the stable, drawing out the rest of the day's strength, calming his nerves, his guts and head, into a steel doze for hours.If this career is so protracted and tireless, but also so heroic and majestic, that would be great!

The remote parts of the town, the deserted forests, once entered by hunters only in the daytime, are now darted away in the night by the shining parlors.Those who live in it know nothing; one moment it leans against the daylight-lit station platform of a village or great city, where some society is assembled, and the next moment it is already in a gloomy swamp. strip, scaring away owls and foxes.The departure and arrival of the train has now become a major event in the forest every day.Thus they come and go in time, and their whistles are heard far and wide, by which the farmers set their clocks, and a well-regulated institution adjusts the time of the whole country.Since the invention of the train, haven't humans been more able to keep time?Didn't they talk faster and think more quickly at the railway station than at the stagecoach?The atmosphere at the train station seemed to be electrified.I'm amazed at the wonders it does; I've had some neighbors who I would have categorically said they wouldn't take such a quick commute to Boston, and now they're on the platform as soon as the bell rings . "Train train" style is now a popular catchphrase; and a heartfelt warning to get off the train tracks, as often given by any institution of influence, must be heeded.This is neither stopping the car to read the law as a warning, nor firing shots at the crowd.We have created a destiny, an Atropos, and that will never change. (Let that be the name of your locomotive.) People look at the advertisement and know what time it is, and which direction on the compass the arrows are going to shoot; On the track, the children even took it to school.We live a more stable life as a result.We are all educated to be Tell's sons, yet the sky is full of invisible arrows.All paths are destiny's paths except your own.Then go your own way.

What I admire about business is its enterprise and its courage.It does not bow its hands to the great god Jupiter.I see businessmen going about their business every day, more or less courageously and contentedly, bigger than they could have imagined, and perhaps more accomplished than they could have planned.I don't think so much of the heroes who can stand for half an hour on the line of fire at Buena Vista, but I admire those steadfast and cheerful people who spend the winter in the snowplow; they not only have the qualities that even Napoleon thought The most rare thing is the courage to fight at three o'clock in the morning. Not only do they not rest until this hour, but they also go to bed after the blizzard falls asleep, and they don't go to bed until the bones and muscles of their iron horses are frozen. just lie down.In the dawn of a blizzard, still blowing, freezing human blood, I heard the muffled bells of their locomotives, from that foggy frozen breath, Announcing the train's arrival, not delayed, ignoring the veto of New England's nor'easter, I saw the snowplow, all covered in snow and frost, with eyes fixed on its curved iron, and giving the iron It wasn't just daisies and field mouse holes that turned up, but everything that took a place on the outer surface of the universe, like Sierra Nevada rocks.