瑷珲历史陈列馆离黑龙江很近,离历史很近。1858风铃墙,在时间的飓风中,轻轻扇动着一只受伤的翅膀。母亲残破的手指,一滴滴血,滴成人们心中一声声叹息。魁星的巨笔高悬着,沉默的钟哑然不语。尼布楚那日的阳光,凝成一页铿锵的文字。苍茫的天空,雄鹰一只只展翅高飞。马的嘶鸣,牛的哞叫,穿过鲜花和露水。 瑷 珲 History Museum is very close to Heilongjiang Province, very close to history. 1858 Campanula wall, in the hurricane of time, gently flapping a wounded wing. Mother’s broken fingers, a drop of blood, dripping into the hearts of people sigh. Kuixing giant pen hanging, silent bell dumbfounded. The sunlight of Nebuchtena, condensed into a page of sonorous words. The vast sky, an eagle wings only fly. The horse’s neighing, the cow’s whistle, through the flowers and dew.