凡是到过汽车城的人们, 谁不夸我们年轻力壮。每当听到这些赞语, 不禁想起汽车城的心脏。这是一条平凡的长廊, 清静得能听到脚步的轻响, 时而迸出一阵豪放的笑声, 时而飞过铜铁鏗锵的击撞。严冬,这儿热流滚滚, 盛夏,这儿清风阵阵, 清晨,这儿最先迎来曙光, 夜晚,这儿象白昼一样明亮。这里没有那宽长的皮带, Those who have been to the motor city, who do not boast that we young and strong. Whenever I hear these compliments, can not help but think of the heart of the car city. This is an ordinary promenade quietly able to hear the sound of footsteps, sometimes burst into a burst of laughter, and sometimes flew clash of copper and iron sonorous. Harsh winter, hot and humid here, summer, here breeze blowing, early morning, here first ushered in the dawn, the night, here as bright as the day. There is no such a long belt,