“万马嘶腾一卷终,韩塬何觅太史公。野云漫过高天外,黄河流到海头东”。当年这首小诗,是我徘徊于太史祠高台上驰目观望时抒写的。沿岗下蹬道而上,一牌坊所镌“高山仰止”四个大字直击拜谒之人,我一时竟无语凝噎,胫足灌铁,心内五味翻陈。今天忆起牌坊与漫长攀爬的台阶,未免又触衷感怀,临窗搁笔怔坐了片刻,思绪从回 “Wanma cries a roll of the final, the Korean Plateau Ho Taishi Gong. Wild clouds over the sky, the Yellow River flows to the sea east ”. This year’s poem, I hovering in the Taishi Shizuishangzhangmu watch when describing. Deng Xiaogan along the post on the road, a torus engraved “Alpine Yangzhi ” four characters to pay homage to the people, I temporarily silent speechless, shin and shin iron, heart flavors turned Chen. Recalling the arch today and the long climb of the stairs, it is also a sense of carefree feeling, sitting Lingzheng startled a moment, thoughts from the back