三堡赋立于云天间,我站在暖泉镇的肩膀上,轻唤一只叫做元朝的大鸟。偎依历史的星空下,细啄时间之核。轻翕眼帘,沉潜紫夜微澜之外,梦回元朝的烽火云烟,伴着日出日落。当遥远的马蹄,踏破千年的刀光剑影,堡门,堡墙,堡砖,堡瓦,几经风霜血雨,却从未放弃过自己的高度。在无边的月色里,轻踏青石、黄土构成的城池,抬高目光,天空何其高远,大地何其辽阔。聆听岁月磨砺后的宁静和辽远,从山西到张家口的脚步声碎,张库大道上的马蹄声碎, Sanbao Futian sky, I stood on the shoulders of the spring town, light called a big bird called the Yuan Dynasty. Nestled under the stars of history, fine pecking the nucleus of time. Frivolous eyes, subtle purple night scandal, the dream of the Yuan Dynasty dreaded clouds, accompanied by sunrise and sunset. When the distant horseshoe, stepping on a thousand years of swordsmanship, fort gate, fort wall, fort brick, Fort watts, after many years of ups and downs, but never give up their height. In the boundless moonlight, gently tapping bluestone, loess city, raised his gaze, the sky is so lofty, the earth is vast. Listen to the quiet after years of sharpening and far, from Zhangjiakou, Shanxi footsteps sound broke, Zhangku Road, the hoofs broke,