一匹踏着飞燕的马儿一而再再三多地去雷台,是因为一匹踏着飞燕的马儿。尽管我心如明镜,清楚那匹马儿现在雪藏于甘肃省博物馆,成为镇馆之宝,在那儿永远与它无法邂逅,但我总觉得那匹马儿的元神就在附近游荡,它随时可以穿越时空,沿着丝路,迎着花雨,从汉朝驰来,从大宛国驰来。曾经几次,我仿佛隐约听到它硕大的坚蹄敲击石板的清脆回响。我想啊,千万别错过那一时刻。它一旦现身,背上端坐的肯 A horse marching in the swallows again and again to the thunder and lightning, because a horse marching Chebi. Although my heart is like a mirror, it is clear that the horse is now frozen in the Museum of Gansu Province, becoming the treasure of the town, where it can never be met, but I always feel that the horse’s soul is wandering nearby. Through time and space, along the Silk Road, facing the rain, Chi Chi from the Han Dynasty, from the Grand China to Chi. Once, several times, I seem to vaguely heard its huge cracker hit the crisp reverberation. I think ah, do not miss that moment. Once it appeared, sitting on the back of Ken