离家的那日正下着丝丝细雨,坐在拥挤的火车上,我不停地幻想着魂牵梦绕的地方--古都西安。雨一直在飘,被雾气氲氤的远山像一抹眉黛,让人的心也湿润起来。西安快到了,那迢迢不断绿色的屏障大概是秦岭吧。从天涯海角的鸥飞浪涌到漠河小镇的冷天寒地, The day before I left home was under a drizzle. Sitting on a crowded train, I kept on fantasizing about where I was dreaming - the ancient capital of Xi’an. The rain has been floating, the misty mountains are like a brow, and people’s hearts are moist. Xi’an is approaching, and the constant green barrier is probably Qinling. The gulls from Tianya Haijiao surge into the cold and cold weather in Mohe Township.