在这里,微笑是恒定的主题。日暮下,霞光把藏在身体里最后的血红慢慢推开,铺陈在佛雕上。瞬间,佛雕的头上披了一层金灿灿的头冠,似在述说曾经的辉煌和一段不曾湮灭的历史。厮打、搏击、洗劫、泪流成河,血染江山。已被风雨的洗刷,变为一片灰色的废墟。大面积石雕被坍塌,微笑还在继续。废墟上,是否有高棉人礼佛诵经的从容与安宁?是否有一个王朝抵抗外来侵略者最后战死沙场的叹息? Here, smiling is a constant theme. Sunset, the light of the hiding in the body slowly opened the last red blood, laid out in the Buddha carved. Moment, Buddha head covered with a golden crown, seems to be described as a once brilliant and never annihilation of history. Zhesi, fighting, looting, tears into tears, bloody Jiangshan. Has been washing the wind and rain, into a gray ruin. A large area of ​​stone was collapsed, smiling still continues. Is there any calm and tranquility in the ruins of the Khmer etiquette? Is there a dynasty that resisted foreign aggressors’ last sigh of battle?