诗歌是一个人的宗教,在诗歌里,有很多你个人承载不了的东西,却在某一时刻乍现。犹如玄幻的通道,让你着迷。一一座山被铭记,历史被铭记!雄关漫漫,路途艰辛,多少英魂夜夜顺着砖瓦城墙,穿越烽烟浸过的岁月缝隙,诉说曾经。赵武灵王开拓了挺拔山脊上浩瀚的征程,马声嘶鸣,谁的梦断了谁的归期,让等待成为时间里最永恒的距离。突厥的马蹄踏响黎明,陡峭的山崖缝在隘口的两端。 Poetry is a human religion, in poetry, there are many things that you can not bear, but at some point appeared. Like a fantastic passage, so fascinated you. One by one mountain is remembered, the history is remembered! Xiong Guan Man, the road hard, how many English soul along the brick walls, through the years of the gap soaked, tell once. Zhao Wuling king opened up the vast journey on the straight mountain ridge, horse neighing, who dreams of who the return of the court, so wait for the most time to be the distance. Turks horseshoe ring dawn, steep cliffs sewn at both ends of the pass.