几千年的光阴匆匆而逝。一切关于英雄,关于梦想,关于古老,关于繁华,关于暮鼓晨钟和华美殿堂仿佛都已湮没到岁月的尘埃中,此刻再来寻找,在沧桑城市,在寻常巷陌,在荒野田畴,感受到的却是一种家园般的抚慰。我想,这来自于身体里如滚滚黄河水一般的血脉流动。 Thousands of years passed away in a hurry. All about the hero, about the dream, about the ancient, about the bustling, about the dusk drums and the beautiful temple seems to have been obliterated years of dust, at the moment to find again, in the vicissitudes of the city, in the unusual alley, in the fields of wild fields, but it is felt A kind of home-like comfort. I think this comes from the blood flow in the body like the rolling Yellow River.