把我引入这段思想总结的正是那个走下“汉武兴邦”的舞台再次刹那回眸时的感动，卸去龙蟒，洗尽铅华，坐到观众席间。此刻的剧院已空无一人，寂静一片。望着台上那位立于凄清寒漠的灯火烟尘之中的十二铜人，已无从挂上某个朝代的痕迹，也不再关碍若干权力的纷争，哑然无语。面? What brought me into this thought summary was exactly the one who stepped down from the stage of “Han Wu Xing Bang” and touched it with a second glance. After unloading the dragon python, it took the lead to sit in the audience room. At the moment the theater is empty, still one. Looking at the table, the twelve bronze beings who stood in the desolate and cold lights and dust have no trace of any dynastic era, nor are they obstructing any disputes over power. surface?