The so-called waiting room is such a long yellow bench. Not a site, no one. I am alone in all the waiting chairs here. There is no train anyway, but it is also open to outsiders, and you can take photos and chat with you. You are willing to be on the railroad track. Get out of the waiting room, which is composed of yellowish green. The top of the head is a double-sided clock, ticking in seconds, a bit of the taste of the sunset. Today we are used to seeing the time by directly clicking on the mobile phone. Seeing this again, it feels good. I only have one person on a long chair, no, it is only us on the entire platform. Its a coincidence that I was sitting in the waiting room of Nanjing Railway Station and typing the text about Linan Station. Well, there is a man in a yellow uniform who is staring at me. With Samsonite's suitcase, headphones are stuffed in the ear. Thick, the current monk is really fashionable. Compared to today's modern railway station, Linan Station is more of my heart. At least have memories.