我的面前闪过了一片废墟。像一个结局赤裸裸地暴露在我的行程中一样,这片废墟出现在我的视野里。它卧在那里,宛若古战场狼藉地铺设着自己的排场;残损的瓦砾,陈旧的废物,堆放在砂地上成为历史的伤口。黄昏落寞的光辉洒落在废墟上,惨惨淡淡,似乎在为一个即将殒灭的记忆洒落悲悯情怀。 There was a rubble in front of me. Like an ending that was barely exposed on my trip, this ruin appeared in my vision. It is lying there, like the ancient battlefields are laying their own ostracodically; damaged rubble, old waste, piled on the sand to become a historical wound. The glorious dusk of the dusk shone on the ruins, and it was bleak. It seemed to spill over the memory of a memory that was about to be destroyed.