带着敬畏,带着神秘,我来到岁月的门前。清晨的露水沾湿我的鞋袜,千古的风声携来未知的谜题。巍巍巨厦,似秉笔直书的史官,絮絮地将旧日的故事诉与我听,诉与流逝的岁月听……故事里藏着守得住的和守不住的一切。(一)青铜魅影像奔赴一场陌生的约会,我是扑火的飞蛾,寻找黑暗后的一抹亮色。指尖触碰着冰冷的柜台,妄想接触你青灰色的脸。你的轮廓粗犷陈旧,好似铁马踏过的沟谷,原始、荒芜而遒劲。 With awe, with mystery, I came to the door of time. Morning dew wet my shoes and socks, the eternal wind brings unknown puzzles. Giant mansions, like the straight history books, vaguely to tell the story of the old days to listen to me, v. The passage of time to listen to ... ... Stories keep the story and can not hold everything. (A) bronze charm image went to a strange date, I am a fire moth, looking for a touch of bright color after the dark. Fingertips touch the cold counter, delusional contact with your blush face. Rough and outdated contours of your old, like Iron Horse treads the valley, the original, desolate and energetic.