执起一张泛黄的废墟底片,这张定格着往昔辛酸记忆,只用心灵串起那段抹不去的时光。千年之后,古罗马早已散落了辉煌,垂垂暮年,如老者倚立在夕阳的余辉中。远眺夕阳里的那一缕缕,洒落在那堆沉静的废墟上。仿佛人类所有苍凉都被遗弃堆积在这里。那夕阳里淡淡的金色,原是这世上最温暖的颜色,却在此刻演绎着世上最悲凉的史歌。滴水寒鸦,苍白落霞。“岁月倒流数千载,繁华散尽入梦来。”今日就让我们以最悲悯的姿态俯拾那段为人遗落的古罗马记忆。 Picking up a yellowed ruin film, this is a memory of past bittersweet memories, only with the heart string that time not to erase. Millenium, ancient Rome has long been scattered brilliant, dusk, as the old man relied in the sunset afterglow. Overlooking the sunset in that plume, sprinkled on the pile of quiet ruins. As if all the desolation of humanity have been abandoned and deposited here. That sunset in a touch of gold, was originally the warmest color in the world, but at the moment interpretation of the world’s most desolate history song. Dripping jackdaws, pale falling clouds. “Years back thousands of years, bustling to dream. ” Today let us take the most compassionate gesture to pick up that piece of ancient Roman memory left behind.