历史在变,风景在变,人也在变,然而我们却能在那些残垣间,嗅到昨日的硝烟和千军万马沙场搏杀的壮烈。那就是《长城日出》,诗人李瑛,在走过沧桑的长城旁,沧桑的思绪。在太阳升起前,不曾有光明,纵然有群山,有露珠,有苍苔,但它们是颓废的,没有生命力的。这是中国?这应该是中国?因为有着那些坚定的眼神,火的洗礼注定要光临华夏大地。 History is changing, landscapes are changing, and people are changing. However, we can smell the flames of yesterday’s smoke and thousands of troops fighting in the battlefield. That is “Sunrise at the Great Wall”, the poet Li Yu, walking past the vicissitudes of the Great Wall, vicissitudes of thought. Before the sun rose, there was no light. Even though there were mountains, dewdrops, and wild moss, they were decadent and lifeless. This is China? This should be China? Because with those firm eyes, the baptism of fire is destined to visit China.