北方的天空很蓝,很清澈,没有浮云,在你仰望天空的一瞬间,会发现它比你想象的宽广,无穷无际,无边无垠。站在北方的天空下,风从耳边吹过,听到了它的狂野,肆无忌惮。风啊,你沉浸于自己的心事,却不知那狂热的思潮,已经浸染了那听风的人,不知这般狂野能否将听风之人澎湃的思绪,带到远方,带回故乡。每每透过车窗,看到城市的夜光,相似的路灯,天边映照成的颜色跟家乡 The blue sky is very blue, very clear, there is no clouds, in the moment you look up to the sky, you will find it broader than you think, boundless, boundless. Standing under the sky in the north, the wind blowing from the ear, heard it’s wild, unscrupulous. Wind, ah, you are immersed in their own thoughts, but I do not know that fanatical trend of thought, has been disseminated to those who listen to the wind, I do not know whether such a wild wild wind will surrender thoughts, brought to the distance, brought home. Often through the windows, see the city’s luminous, similar to the lights, the sky reflected into the color of his hometown