十三陵野陵,于我,于大多数人来说,一直都是十分神秘的。曾经看过一些零零碎碎关于野陵的照片,那风雨飘摇中如破草帽般的明楼,那几百年风雨侵蚀的破败围墙,那被雷击的无头松柏,甚至是那满院的狗尾巴草,都透出一种“野”的残缺、悲壮,诱引着人想去寻觅,即使许多人现在仍只能隔铁门内望。而我们,则有幸得以零距离接触到了所有的野陵。 The Tombs of the Ming Tombs, to me, for most people, have always been very mysterious. Have seen some piecemeal pictures of the wild hills, the stormy buildings like a straw hat, that hundreds of years of eroded walls of the storm, that was struck by lightning headless pine and cypress, or even the house full of dogs Tail grass, revealing a “wild” incomplete, tragic, lure people want to find, even though many people still can only look inside the iron gate. And we are fortunate enough to come into contact with all the wild horizons.