我终于来到几十年来日思夜想、梦魂萦绕的延安。以往在历史书中、文艺作品里和荧屏上对延安可说是眼熟能详了,所以这第一次踏上延安的土地有一种“回家”的感觉。近乡情更炽。当我在延河畔,一眼看到那屹立在蓝天白云下的塔影时,不禁欢声呼喊起来:“啊!宝塔山,宝塔山!”这时《延安颂》的歌声从我心底响起:“夕阳照耀着山头的塔影,月色映照着河边的流萤……”;这时贺敬之的诗句也在我的心头缭绕:“几回回梦里回延安,双手搂定宝塔山……” I finally came to think about the past few decades, night dream Yan’an Yan Hau. In the past, in the history books, literary and art works and on the screen can be said to be familiar to Yan’an, so the first time you set foot in Yan’an, there is a feeling of “going home.” Near nostalgia more Chi. When I was in Yan River, a glance at the tower that stands in the shadow of the sky, can not help but shout: “ah! Pagoda Hill, Pagoda Hill!” “At this time Yan’an song” sounded from my heart: “Sunset shines on the tower of the mountain, the moon reflected the stream of fireflies ... ...”; then He Jingzhi’s poem is also filled in my heart: “a few back to the dream back Yan’an, his hands hug set Pagoda Hill ...... ”