依然矗立的宝塔山,还在流淌的延河水,一条条沟一道道山梁出现在眼前……广场上人们在唱着陕北民歌,到处都弥漫着牛羊肉的香味,扎着羊肚毛巾的大爷从面前走过,报时大钟奏出的“东方红”旋律,在城市的上空回荡。走在这里,每个地名都能让你想起诗人贺敬之的一句诗:我们是“回”延? Pagoda still stands the river is still flowing Yanhe water, a ditch a road beam in front of ... Square people singing the Northern Shaanxi folk songs, filled with the smell of beef and mutton everywhere, uncle with towel belly towel In front of me, the “Dongfanghong” melody of the epoch clock beats the melody over the city. Walking here, each place name can remind you of poem He Jingzhi’s poem: We are “back” extension?