独自一人走在咸阳城外黄沙漫漫的路上,阵阵的风阻碍着我的步伐,随风而起的黄沙将那原为深黑的裤角染上了一层淡黄,望着不远处的那座城池,我笑了,那里是我的目的地。站在这座经历了千百年风雨的古城下面,我感受不到一点的雄壮威武,心中反而渐渐升起一丝悲凉。我是一个壮士,我背负着国家的希望。这里,便是我们葬身地。“站住!”守城士兵的一声大喝,惊断了我的思绪,一柄寒凉如冰的长戈横在面前,挡住了我的脚步。我斜眼扫过那士兵的脸,他那双肮脏的眼正盯着我身后的包袱。 Walking alone on the long yellow sand outside the city of Xianyang, the wind hampered my pace. The yellow sand that rose with the wind stained the dark trousers with a layer of yellowish hues. The city in the distance, I laughed, and it was my destination. Standing in this ancient city, which has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, I did not feel a bit of majestic might. Instead, I gradually felt a bit sad. I am a warrior and I bear the hope of the country. Here, we are buried in the land. “Stop!” The defending city soldier shouted and shook my thoughts. A long, cold, cold Ge was standing in front of me, blocking my steps. I squinted across the face of the soldier, his dirty eyes staring at the baggage behind me.