没有残阳,有的只是为璀璨星星的亮光铺陈的阳关大道。不见刀光剑影,不见驼铃古道,不见衡阳雁飞,不见丝霞万匹。抬望眼,我看不见古书中的常客白马堆,只有攒动的人头和燥热的鼻息。大家在博物馆中拍照,拍那些死掉的东西,拍历史的边边角角。“姑娘,你不拍照吗?”导游满脸堆笑。“阳关在哪里?”我仰头直视他,看着他眼神中流露出的丝丝诧异。他挠挠头,然后温 There is no sun, some just for the bright stars of the sun laid the boulevard. Not seen the sword, did not see the Camel trail, do not see the Hengyang Yan Fei, see silky million. Looking up, I can not see the frequent flyers in ancient books, only save the moving head and hot breath. We took pictures in the museum, shot those who died, making the corner of history. “Girl, do not you take a picture?” “Yang Guan where?” "I looked up at him, looking at his eyes showing the slightest surprise. He scratched his head and then warmed