碑林从远处看，不过是一座石山一块块石头，在风雨中诉说逝去的历史眼睛所能触摸到的是一些褪不掉的字迹许多人来了又去如一条不竭的河走过的只有流水而碑林，犹如河岸在静态中，增厚思想手能摸到的凹处有一种钢锥的凿击声自时间的源头，一刻不停地将历史的钟声敲响从石头的内 Beilin from afar, but is a piece of rock stone, in the wind and rain tell the history of the eyes can touch is something faded away many people came and went as an inexhaustible river walked only Water and the Forest of Stone Tablets, like a river bank in the static, thickening ideas can be touched by the recesses of a steel cone gouge sound from the source of time, the moment kept the bell of history ringing from the inside of the stone