山门两位名将——哲别和速不台马上戎装石雕像,栩栩如生,他们守卫着庄严肃穆的可汗山。秋意深入,凝视英雄,赞歌不断,想象飞驰,超越时空,进入900年前的烽火硝烟、金戈铁马。一个民族的故事,从恬淡的阳光上滴落,从清冷的风中透出。厮杀声隐约传来,英雄手里拿的是刀剑,胯下骑的是骏马,而心跳充满的光线,绵延不绝,始终在前进的路上。我骑着时光的骏马,找寻没有落下的叶 Two famous mountain gate - Zhe and Stubbs immediately mounted stone statues, lifelike, they guard the solemn Khan Shan. Fall in depth, staring at heroes, constant hymns, imaginative speeding, beyond the time and space, 900 years ago into the flames of smoke, gold and iron railings. The story of a nation, dripping from the tranquil sunshine, revealed from the cold wind. Sluggish came, the hero took the sword in his hand, crotch riding a horse, and the heartbeat full of light, endless, and always on the way. I rode the horse of time, looking for no falling leaves