我脚踏着厚土,仰望苍穹:“生命的真谛何处寻求?”苍穹无语,青山无语,河流无语。猛然间头上掠过一只苍鹰,奋力翱翔。茫茫天宇,似乎洒下了无言的絮语,久久萦荡在心头。你看到滚滚前行的历史车轮,碾碎了多少谄媚与邪恶,多少奸佞与阴谋;而带动着车轮的轴轳上,却又镌刻了多少铁面无 I leaned on the thick soil and looked up at the sky: “Where does the true meaning of life seek?” The sky was silent, the mountains silent, and the river silent. Suddenly passing over a goshawk, he struggled to soar. Lou Tianyu seems to have sprinkled a silent whisper and has long sincerely whispered in his heart. You see the rolling wheel of history, how much femininity and evil crushed, how many harlots and conspiracies, and on the shaft that drives the wheel, but how many iron surfaces are engraved