寂静不是一个人的事。我们有权保持沉默,但无法拒绝寂静的喧嚣;是的,常常打扰我们的正是寂静之声。粗糙的塞风是一种永不屈服的硬度,衰败的长城更像一个佝偻的老者,就如忘记了时光一样,那样徜徉着,似乎面无表情,又仿佛将一切尽收眼中。在熔古烁今的夕阳照耀下,响起的只是尘埃的歌声,一切的存在都是疑问,像不太肯定的咳 Silence is not a matter of one person. We have the right to remain silent, but we can not reject the quiet noise; yes, it is the sound of silence that often bothers us. Rough plug wind is a never-yielding hardness, the decline of the Great Wall is more like a stubborn old man, just as forget the time, so stubborn, it seems blankly, but also seems to take everything into account. Under the setting sun, the sound of dust is sounded, and all existence is doubt, like the cough that is not sure