刚去过一趟北方。一路的山水流云,满城的秦风唐韵,在贪婪的眼中匆匆掠去。不明白的是,为什么,穿行在莽莽群山之中,疾驰在茫茫高原之上,伫立于咆哮的黄河岸边,身,向着一个陌生的地方前行;眼,掠过的是异地的风情;而频频浮现在心头的,却是家乡的山水?这种情绪,不是此次才有,只是更浓。无事闲走,也走过一些地方。南国的漓水,北方的大漠,都有过我闲走的足印。这些地方,有山,有水,有平川,有草地,一个地方,一处风景曰一处风景,一份难忘的记忆。可再美的风 Just went to the north. The flow of clouds along the way, the city of Qin Feng Tang Yun, hurriedly swept away in the eyes of greed. Do not understand is why, walk in the vast mountains, gallop in the vast plateau, standing in the roaring bank of the Yellow River, body, toward a strange place forward; eye, passing is off-site style; But frequently in my heart, but it is the hometown landscape? This is not the only emotion, but more concentrated. Nothing to go away, but also through some places. Li River in southern China, the desert in the north, have had my free footprints. These places, mountains, water, Hirakawa, there is grass, a place, a scenic view of a landscape, an unforgettable memory. Can be more beautiful wind