天灰蒙蒙的,下着雨,风呼呼地打在我的脸上。望着窗外,一片苍茫的平原,麦苗被雪盖得严严实实,只有一丝偶然露出了嘴脸的土地扰乱了这一场雨色。就这么黑白纵横地绵延下去,直到天边,浑浑噩噩的难辨乾坤,这就是雨中的八达岭。 It was cloudy, raining, and the wind blew on my face. Looking out of the window, in a vast plain, wheat seedlings were tightly covered with snow, and only a bit of land that had been accidentally exposed had disturbed the rain. It is so black and white and vertical and horizontal, until the horizon, the vastness of the universe is difficult to distinguish, this is the Badaling in the rain.