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A Silent Boy on the Train 火车上沉默的男孩 The first time I saw him I realized I had seen him before ,though exactly why i had not realy seen him before this "first time",i do not know.第一次看到他的时候，我就感觉到我们曾经在哪儿见过，但我不明白为什么我们以前竟然没见过面。Probably I was too busy with the plot of the story I was writing or a line in a poem I was composing.或许是因为我正忙着构思小说，抑或正沉醉于润色某一行诗句。Yet I had noted generally all the others—with their caps askew and their school sathels haning at various lengthes from their shoulders.我却像往常一样注意到了其他人——那些外带着学生帽，斜挎着书包的学生们。 I had heard them too –the laughing,the whispering,the compressed exuberance of youth in a too small space ,the carriage of a buss.不仅如此，我还听到他们的笑声，他们的窃窃私语声，目睹了他们那被压缩在这节狭小的火车车厢里的旺盛的青春活力。It was the year I was living in England. Every day I would go back and forth from Hertfordshire to London by train.那一年，我住在英国。每天，我都要乘坐火车来往于赫特福德郡和伦敦之间。The journey took about half an hour each way. Every morning a group of schoolboys would board the bus and ride for fifteen to twenty minutes .这段路程每趟大约要花费一个小时的时间。每天早晨，都会有一