八年前,我到过吐鲁番戈壁中的高昌故城——一座千年古城的废墟。它苍凉、悲壮地挺立在戈壁荒漠之中,那是我从未见过的感人至深的一片大风景。 面对那里的残垣断壁所堆积起来的历史沧桑和丰富变化之美,我曾和许多游人一样好奇地游览其间。八年后的今天,当我翻开相册再次回味它时,突然被一种东西所震撼,从未有过的感情油然升起。我看着那些曾亲眼所见的风景,怅然若失。 Eight years ago, I went to Gaocheng Old City in the Gobi of Turpan - the ruins of a thousand years old city. It bleak, tragic to stand in the desert Gobi, which I have never seen a touching landscape. Faced with the vicissitudes of history and rich beauty of change that have been broken up by the ruins there, I have traveled as curiously as many tourists. Today, eight years later, when I opened the album and once again aftertaste, it was suddenly shocked by something that never felt a spontaneous rise. I looked at those who have witnessed the landscape, a sense of loss.