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暖街一直以为,三月份的呼和浩特还是一片雪国。当飞机在呼和浩特的城市上空像一只归巢的倦鸟一样慢慢降落,我看到下面的一座小山的沟壑里那满沟的白雪时,还是固执地坚信我对这个遥远的地域的臆想。可是,从机场出来,我那浪漫的臆想一下子就被夹着毛毛雨的一阵阵北风吹走了。与我同行的是我多年的老朋友王青伟,他是个很有才华的作家和编剧。他似乎并没发现我的失落,只想急着打的去找宾馆。因为这次来呼和浩特
Warm Street has always thought that Hohhot in March is still a snow country. As the plane slowly landed like a hurried bird of prey on the city of Hohhot, I stubbornly believed in my fantasies about this distant region when I saw the snow-capped white snow in the below-ground hills of a hill. However, coming out of the airport, my romantic conjecture suddenly blown away by the drizzle breeze. With me is my longtime friend Wang Qingwei, he is a talented writer and screenwriter. He did not seem to find my loss, just hurry to hit the hotel. Because this time to Hohhot