好久都没有去夫子庙了,因为没时间,也因为没想起这个地方,又或是想起了,又忘了。其实也谈不上遗忘。每一个南京人从出生起,夫子庙便成为他心中根深蒂固的一个文化印章。夫子庙是打在南京历史上的一个文化印章,足以照亮一段历史的光荣。站在缓缓流淌的秦淮河畔,感受着脚下那股生生不息,那股恍惚晃荡,秦淮河自己大概也记不清究竟活了多少年,活了多少个朝代。她抖落不掉一身的尘埃,历史是它河底的沙石,沉淀着每一个白天、每一个黑夜。它静静地望着似乎很近的天空,它知道天空也在望着它。而它们是这个世界唯一没有改变的事物。天空,天空那边有的是另一个世界——一个不为人知的世界。远处的楼阁,朱红的廊柱和窗棂,嵌在上上下下 For a long time, he did not go to the Confucius Temple, because there was no time, but also because he did not think of this place, or remembered, and forgot. In fact, it is not forgotten. Every time Nanjing people began to be born, Confucius Temple became a cultural seal deeply ingrained in his heart. Confucius Temple is a cultural seal in the history of Nanjing, enough to illuminate a glorious history. Standing on the banks of the Qinhuai River, which slowly drifts around, I feel the unceasing life at the foot. The Qinhuai River itself probably does not remember how many years it lived and how many dynasties it has lived. She shakes off all the dust, and history is the sand and stones at the bottom of the river. It settles every day and every night. It quietly looked at the sky that seemed to be close. It knew that the sky was looking at it. And they are the only thing in this world that has not changed. The sky, the sky there is another world - an unknown world. The pavilion in the distance, vermilion columns and windows, embedded in the upper and lower