我的家在古老而又不失现代气派的城市——西安。记得我刚上幼儿园的时候,西安可不是这个样子。那一年的冬天,连续刮了好几天沙尘暴,西安上空好像被一层厚厚的黄帐子遮住了。路上的行人都戴着大口罩,低着头,步履匆匆,就连汽车都不知道跑到哪里去了。妈妈到幼儿园接上我之后,我们打了半天出租车都没有打到,害得我们顶着漫天的黄沙走了很长时间,天快黑了才回到家。这个景象深深地印在了我的脑海里。 My home is in an ancient yet modern city - Xi’an. I remember when I was in kindergarten, Xi’an is not like this. In the winter of that year, the sandstorm was shattered for several days in succession, and the overlying Xi’an seemed to be covered by a thick yellow tent. Pedestrians on the road are wearing big masks, head down, walking in a hurry, and even cars do not know where to go. After my mother went to kindergarten and got me, we did not hit the taxi for a long time. It took us a long time to get rid of the yellow sand we were all over. This scene is deeply printed in my mind.