一夕阳西斜。云霞如火。太行古崖壁立。崖间一座残破的古桥如同一只死结,在岁月的风雨中飘摇。当年,有一首民歌:“一九三七年哪,小日本进了中原……”1945年。青花八岁。日军节节败退。悬崖峭立的山峰间,一道宽阔而深不可测的鬼门峡挡住了日军退行的队伍。唯一的一座古石桥,被八路军死死把守。日军面对百余米宽深不可测的峡谷和被修上工事的古石桥,一时束手无策。对峙半月。 West Yang oblique overnight. Yunxia fire. Taihang ancient cliffs stand. A broken bridge between the cliffs like a dead knot, sway in the years of wind and rain. That year, there was a folk song: “In 1937, a small Japan entered the Central Plains ...” 1945. Blue and white eight years old. Japanese troops retreat. Between the cliffs of the cliffs, a broad and unpredictable Ghost Gate Gorge blocked the Japanese team retreated. The only one ancient stone bridge, tightly controlled by the Eighth Route Army. The Japanese army was overwhelmed at the gorge that was over 100 meters wide and the ancient stone bridge that was repaired. Confrontation half a month.