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九月的一个上午,我和爸爸沐浴着金色的阳光,来到了国家图书馆。这是一座高大宏伟的建筑。走过一段长长的阶梯,一进门,仿佛到了另一个世界,静谧而严肃,车水马龙的喧嚣声都被阻挡在了门外。脚步声显得很突兀,于是我刻意放缓脚步,甚至连呼吸都放慢了。我选择左边的一条路,慢慢向前走去。一路的墙壁上挂着很多山西老戏台的照片。戏台大多残旧不堪,有的在荒凉的山坡上孤独地耸立,几棵黄色的野草在夕阳下被风吹得弯下了腰,为那戏台平添了几分凄凉。我顿时对那沧桑的历史产生了一种敬畏。透过残破的戏台,我仿佛看见了几百年前那里的繁华、喧闹,华丽的戏服,浓妆的演员,听见了婉转
One morning in September, my father and I bathed in golden sunshine and came to the National Library. This is a tall and magnificent building. Walked through a long staircase, one door, as if to another world, quiet and serious, busy traffic noise are blocked in the door. The footsteps seemed awkward, so I deliberately slowed down and even my breathing slowed down. I choose a road on the left, slowly move forward. A lot of hanging on the wall of the old stage in Shanxi photos. Most of the stage was dilapidated, and some lonely on the desolate hillside stands, a few yellow weeds in the setting sun was bent over the waist, for the stage added a bit bleak. I immediately gave awe that history of awe. Through the broken stage, I seem to see hundreds of years ago where the bustling, noisy, gorgeous costumes, makeup makeup actor, I heard mildly