一去那的时候,我带着万般的疑惑和幻想。这是关中平原上一个十分普通的小镇。绛帐,这个让人思绪斐然的词,瞬间穿梭脑海。那些时光里蕴藏的万千故事,划过岁月的尽头,任路边的风景涟漪,也无法让我联想到它会与一代大儒有着丝毫的联系。太白山矗立眼前,直插云霄,千百年来白雪皑皑,用它伟岸的身躯诠释着这座古镇的沧桑与亘古。渭 As soon as it went, I took with me all my doubts and fantasies. This is a very ordinary town in the Guanzhong plain. Crimson account, the words of this breathtaking thoughts, instantly shuttle mind. Thousands of stories hidden in those days can not be reminded of the slightest connection with the generation of great Confucianism at the end of the years. Taibai Mountain stands in front of the sky, thousands of years snow-capped, with its stalwart body interpretation of the vicissitudes of this ancient town and ancient. Wei