每个人的心中都有一片皎洁明亮的月光,使得我们在不平坦的岁月里,翻越高山,走过荒凉,冲破黑暗,获得安详与晴朗。有太多人写竞技场的历史和传奇——它们一半是真刀实枪的血雨腥风,一半是极尽奢华的享乐之事。这些历史,随便翻翻书就可以知晓。我喜欢的是必须亲自站在这里,仰望、靠近、触摸,感受此刻的竞技场,感受它的沉默、孤独,以及残缺的完美。如今的竞技场早已不是昔日辉煌的大舞台,石阶几经风化,露出坎坷的纹路,许多大理石也在中世纪被人们搬走以建造新的宫殿和教堂,留下的只是空 Every person’s heart has a bright and clear moonlight that allows us to climb over the mountains in an uneven time, desolate, break through the darkness for peace and clearness. There are too many people writing the history and legend of the arena - half of them are bloody, half are extravagant pleasures. These history, you can easily read the book to know. I like to stand here, look up, touch, touch and feel the arena at this moment, and feel its silence, loneliness, and incompleteness. Today’s arena is no longer the grand stage of the past, the stone steps have been weathered, revealing rough lines, many marble was also moved in the Middle Ages to build new palaces and churches, leaving just empty