或许,一座城很大,大到让人无从谈起;或许,一个人很小,小到让人无法追寻。可是,在我的眼中,你就是一座城市,一座历史悠久的古城。从你温暖的笑容中,我可以看到洛阳;从你儒雅的目光中,我可以看到洛阳。洛河水静静流淌,人们在这里繁衍生息,在这里辉煌落寞,可是,能被这座城市记住的人又有多少?我只知道,你不会被遗忘。柳树黄了又青,街灯亮了又灭,四季的风吹走了太多人匆匆的脚步,唯有你,依然停驻。——题记 Perhaps, a city is big, so big that people can not talk about it; maybe, a person is so small that people can not pursue it. However, in my eyes, you are a city, an ancient city with a long history. From your warm smile, I can see Luoyang; from your refined eyes, I can see Luoyang. Luo River quietly flowing, people are thriving here, brilliant lonely here, but, how many people can be remembered by the city? I only know that you will not be forgotten. Willow yellow and green, street lights lit off, the winds of the four seasons gone too many people in the hurry, only you, still parked. --Inscription