从西安回来了,又回到了这从小十分熟悉现在反而很陌生的土地。坐在火车上,景色还是原来的景色,泥墙、小院儿、矮房、田垄,一小片、一小片地点缀在这黄土高原中。火车上人来人往,都说着那鼻音很重的家乡话,不管认识不认识,打一个招呼,就成了老熟人。“你们是哪儿的人?”“我们是榆林的。”“榆林的?老乡呢!”窗外闪过一座一座葱葱郁郁的小山丘,小山丘上依照山的起伏修了一条条公路,在翠绿的山的映衬下,如同挂上的几条圣洁的哈达。 Came back from Xi’an, back to the very familiar childhood now very strange land. Sitting on the train, the scenery or the original scenery, mud walls, small yard, dwarf, ridge, a small piece, a small piece of dotted in the Loess Plateau. People come and go on the train, all said that nasal heavy native dialect, regardless of know do not know, say hello, it became an old acquaintance. “Where are you from?” “We are from Yulin.” “Hometown from Yulin!” "A window of lush green hills flashed through the window, The road, set against the green hills, is like a few holy Hadaks on the mount.