风雪来自西北。我想去西北。　　想释放一下被水泥森林束缚已久的视野，重温一下什么叫一望无垠。想一个人从日出走到日落，感受一个什么叫地远天高。想去抚摸那些远古的断垣石窟，体会一个什么叫饱经风霜。让风雪狂砂狠狠地吹打面颊，彻底忘记什么叫暖气空调。想站在沟壑纵横的高原上肆无忌惮在吼上一曲，倾听风中自已的回音…… Snow from the northwest. I want to go to the northwest. Want to release the long-bound view of the cement forest, review what is looking boundless. Think of a person walking from the sunrise to the sunset, feel a what is far away. Want to touch those ancient ruins of the Grottoes, experience what a weather-beaten weather. Let the snow and mad sand fiercely blowing cheeks, completely forgotten what is heating and air conditioning. Want to stand in the ravine aspect of the unscrupulous roar on a song, listen to the wind’s own echo ... ...