西安,古称“长安”。那是看得到“红尘紫陌,斜阳暮草”的长安;那是听得到“万户捣衣声”的长安;那是嗅得到“微霜凄凄簟色寒”的长安。那里对许多人来说,不过是地图上的一个小圆圈,不过是千里之外一个陌生城市的名字,不过是两个简单交叠的汉字,不过是地理书上一串熟悉的知识点。但对于我来说,它是心中那座被深藏并且 Xi’an, ancient name “Chang’an ”. That is to see the “red purple purple street, sunset grass” Changan; that is to hear “million pounding sound ” Changan; that is sniffing “frosty desolate color cold ” Changan. For many, there are just a small circle on the map, but a strange city thousands of miles away, but two simple overlapping characters, but a familiar line of knowledge in geography books. But for me, it is deep in the mind and deep