我们在毫州等着采访一个叫李庆军的人。窗外的雪花已经停止了飘动,乌云淡到天的尽头,高远的天展开了一丝笑颜,于是,便有淡白的日头抚摸古城的街道楼房,便有熙攘的人群在四面八方涌动。 We are waiting to interview a man named Li Qingjun. Out of the window, the snowflakes have stopped flowing, the dark clouds fall to the end of the sky, and the lofty sky unfolds a little smile. As a result, there are light white days stroking the streets of the ancient city buildings, there are bustling crowds in all directions.