多少次从西北回来,从那片神话与梦想覆盖的厚土上走来,脑子里总也挥之不去那一幅金黄色的画卷,时时在内心深处传达着亢奋与敬意。一望无垠的黄色平原,连绵不绝的黄土黄坡,千沟万壑,连绵起伏,似乎绿色之梦早已随久远的岁月脱落,光溜溜只留有与苍穹对峙的黄色主调。沉重的历史把平原踩陷出一道道皱折,火辣辣的太阳总也不让这里的黄土有一刻滋润的日子。一堵堵土墙、拱状的窑洞,苍茫、恢宏而又深藏着凄然、悲壮。猛抬头,眼前窜出几棵孤独的钻天白杨,坡上走来三 How many times to come back from the northwest, walked from the thick soil covered by that myth and dreams, and always had a golden picture in my head, always expressing my excitement and respect in my heart. An oasis of yellow plains, the endless loess Huangpu, endless valleys, rolling, it seems that the dream of green has long fall off with the long years, barely leave the yellow theme of confrontation with the sky. The heavy history of the plains step by step into a collapsed road, the hot sun does not always let the loess moment of moisture day. A blocking wall, arch-shaped cave, vast, magnificent and deep sad, tragic. Suddenly looked up, sprang in front of a few lonely white sky poplar, came three on the slope