当一种光辉,亮丽到让你翘首企望;当一种高度,高耸到让你无所适从;当声声旷达之音,强劲到让你不容拒绝地归顺,你是否意识到,这正是来自那历史的回声?几百年来花开花落、雨起雨歇,早已洗尽了风波亭上的点点残血;几百年来潮涨潮跌、情生情灭,早已抹去了零丁洋里的声声叹息。然而历 When it is a radiance, bright enough to make you look forward; when it is a height, so high that you are indifferent; when the sound is loud, it is strong enough to make you irresistibly submit, whether you realize that this is from that history Echoes? For hundreds of years, flowers blossomed and rain began to rain. They had already washed away the bit of blood on the pavilions; the tides and tides, the feelings of love and the emotions had been wiped out for centuries, and the sound of Ding Yangli had been erased. sigh. However, the calendar