一夏蝉躁宫柳,朱漆新宫墙。我是沿着那高耸威严的红墙寻至天安门的。漆色的鲜艳显出它还未受风雨的洗礼。手触着墙壁一路滑过,指尖犹凉。感受着那微有凹凸的墙面,我多么想把它那所有华美的装饰一层层刮下,直露出里面那被岁月与泪水、战火与阴谋所浸黄了的、蒙灰了的、熏黑了的——砖坯。猝不及防,天安门,闯进了视线。 A summer asiya Gong Liu, Zhu paint the new palace wall. I went to Tiananmen Square along the majestic red walls of towering high places. The vivid paint color shows that it has not been baptized yet. Hand sliding across the wall, fingers still cold. Feel the slight bumpy wall, how I want it all the gorgeous decorations scraped layer by layer, exposing the inside was years and tears, war and conspiracy yellow, dusty, smoked Dark - brick. Catching off, Tiananmen Square, broke into sight.