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当我再一次踏上这块位于亚平宁半岛靴子状的国土时,内心的感觉真是五味杂陈。坐在车上,看着窗外的风景,我尽可能地去找寻十年前初次踏上这片土地时的感受,那曾经让我亢奋与赞叹的激情,此时却难觅行踪,这究竟是为什么?眼前掠过的依旧是葱郁的田野,依旧是狭长古老的街道,那一幢幢上了年纪的、头戴暗红色瓦顶的老房子,袒露着它们淡褐色斑驳的身躯,年复一年,向人们默默讲着意大利的古老故事。那些侥幸留存下来的教堂、古堡和斗兽场,则像那些亲历过鏖战,拖着残肢断臂荣归故里的老战士,用古罗马的方言,略带傲慢地说着曾经的荣光。我很想唤起自己十年前的那份激情,那份艳
When I once again set foot on this piece of land in the Apennine-type boots, my heart feels really mixed. Sitting in the car and looking out the window, I try my best to find out when I first started to land in this land ten years ago. The passion that once gave me excitement and exclamation can hardly be found at this time. Why? The front of the passing fields are still lush, still narrow streets of the old streets, the old buildings that were wearing dark red tile roof, exposing their light brown mottled body, year after year , Silently tell people the ancient Italian story. Those lucky surviving churches, castles and the Colosseum, like those who have experienced fierce battle, dragged his leg broken arm to the hometown of veterans, ancient Roman dialect, with a slightly arrogant to say the glory. I really want to arouse my share of passion 10 years ago, share Yan