我再一次翻开父亲留下的日记，纸张因岁月的流逝变得蜡黄，父亲失踪到现在已经十二年了，只有这一本笔记陪着我，上面记载的无非是考古留下的信息，他热爱这个。我的眼睛定格到最后一篇：1990年9月3日，这一天是我们到达秦岭深处的最后一天。我和我的老朋友在深山老林里驻扎下来，初秋的夜晚不算冷，却起了雾，我窝在帐篷里，看着老朋友们都睡着了，于是走出帐篷，站在帐篷外感受着秦岭迷人的夜。月朗星稀。 ( I turn on the diary of my father again and the paper have been sallow as time passing by. My father has disappeared for twelve years and it is his beloved diary which recording numerous information during his archaeological process that accompanies with me all the time. I focus on the last passage: September 3rd, 1990, this is the last day for us to stay in the heart of Qinling Mountains. My old friends and I station in this deep mountains and forests. The night at the beginning of Autumn is not too cold but there is still fog. I stay in the tent but find my friends asleep, so I go out of the tent and stand there to feel the charming night in Qinling Mountains. It is a scant-starred night. )