我对西部最初的印象，仅仅出自于古代诗人对边塞感怀的诗句，既遥远又令人向往。这种向往随着时光的漂移，便积存于心中，久而久之便成了一个难以了却的梦。 不知不觉中惦记着西去之旅。在感怀现实无情的同时，便穷尽想象来编织步入那片“净土”的幻想。 我要感谢我的老师—— My initial impression of the west was only from the poems of the ancient poets who were sympathetic to the frontier, both distant and desirable. This yearning for the drift of time, then accumulated in my heart, over time has become a difficult dream. Unconsciously remember the journey to the west. While feeling the heartlessness of the reality, they exhausted their imagination to weave the illusion of entering the “Pure Land.” I want to thank my teacher -