一四时淙淙,岁月潺潺,时光澹澹。当然无法拉住不舍昼夜的流水,就像不能攥紧落英缤纷的往事。但,我们终归可以追溯曾经的脚印,悄悄来到从前的河堤,凭栏仰望,漫步遐想,搓手轻叹:逝者如斯夫!如今,早已摸不见历史的汩汩脉搏、望不清历史的款款背影。不过,好在,我们可以借助记忆和文字的点化,于风流吹散的渡口、繁华谢尽的深巷,端详历史的表情,点燃历史的篝火,抚慰历史的泪眼,探寻历史的沧桑。 One four o’clock, gurgling years, time flies. Of course, can not hold on to the water around, just as can not hold the colorful past. However, after all, we can trace the footsteps of our past and quietly come to the former embankment, looking up by the bar, wandering through the reverie and sighing: the deceased, such as Svef, are now unable to see the pulse of history, Section back. However, fortunately, we can make use of the points of memory and words to explore the vicissitudes of history in the breezy ferry, the bustling deep alleyways, the expressions of history, the historic bonfires and the sobering history.