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中国的古城,多且难于寻找。有的像开封,深埋在地下;有的像邺城,几朝繁华毁于一场战火……我走过的城市实在太少,然而今天回忆起来,却有着太多值得记录的,行走中的风景。西安小时候心中的魔幻现实主义作品,不是《百年孤独》,而是一首长诗《长恨歌》。“上穷碧落下黄泉,两处茫茫皆不见”。那么,“上穷”必然是宇宙,“黄泉”则是地狱了,上宇宙,下地狱,自然充满了魔幻的色彩。这只是我小时的荒唐理解,长大后才知道,那是个夸张的说法,诗中汉
China’s ancient city, more and more difficult to find. Some are like Kaifeng, buried in the ground; some like Tancheng, a few times the bustling destroyed in a war ... ... I passed the city is too small, but today recalled, but there are too many records, walking Landscape. The magical realism in the heart of Xi’an was not “a hundred years of loneliness” but a poem “Everlasting Sorrow”. “Falling blue sky on the poor blue, two are not seen the vast ”. Well, “on the poorest” must be the universe, “” “Spring” is hell, on the universe, hell, naturally full of magical colors. This is just my hour of absurd understanding, grew up to know that it is an exaggeration to say, the poem in Chinese