独自旅行,或缘由公务,与一座陌生城市交集,生活数日,哪怕片刻,断是一种奇妙而惬意的体验。说陌生,也未必。城市的名字、地标、交通、美食、人文,出发前或许已做足功课,默念、遐想了无数次,已然熟悉。只是并未涉足,未亲密接触,而依旧陌生罢了。当期待的心由悬紧到落地,双脚踏上那方土地,自己便已属于那座城。虽然,注定只是过客,却也拥有短暂的归属。那次去西安,一下火车,我便深深吸了口似乎融着羊肉泡馍香味的空气,兴奋地喊了一嗓子:西安,我来了!伸开双臂,作拥抱状,激动而陶醉。那一刻,火车如是时光老人,带我穿越到古老、时 Traveling alone, or due to official business, with an unfamiliar city, live a few days, even a moment, broken is a wonderful and pleasant experience. Strange, it may not. City names, landmarks, transportation, food, humanities, pre-departure may have done enough homework, meditation, reverie countless times, already familiar. Just did not get involved, not intimate contact, but still unfamiliar nothing. When the expected heart from hanging to landing, his foot on that side of the land, they already belong to that city. Although, doomed to passing, but also has a short ownership. That time to Xi’an, about the train, I deeply sucked mouth seems to melt the smell of mutton bubble fragrant air, excitedly shouted a throat: Xi’an, I am coming out of arms, embracing, excited and intoxicated . At that moment, the train is the old man, take me to the ancient time