stand on the remnants of destroyed buildings ruins look into the distance from a high place, think back on this to rub off by the years vicissitudes the dignity Inflatable pools the architectural complex once was what kind arrogant city, varies from these heights, scattered about order “baked clay bricks and tiles” in the arrangement was still clear may debate, has: Once church temple, thermae, rich people's room, the stadium then, the recreational land, the square, the rostrum, the stone paved the street, had everything expected to find, is making clear a generation of noble descents once magnificence.
In spreads all over among the ruins, grows thickly the weed rubbed after the wind and rain washes has shed the light green, nameless wild flower defended strictly a final spot in struggling to be romantic a piece by piece, the intermittent fall breeze blow came yellow dust, heard the warhorse to neigh as if, ancient times that one resorted to arms, the flames of war history gunsmoke as if not yet dispersed, however, regardless of were the daring military might grand duke, as soon as might not a potential God's favored one, also only be pitiful flickers in the historical perpetual flow, could not become eternal, only had this old city ruins brick tile, was immersing the former daysVicissitudes years, tranquil indifferent, through ancient times exists forever.
Among the architectural complex, some very Inflatable pools straight road goes nonstop to the seashore, the road two side wall bases maintains very completely, the reed is green and luxuriant with on the road docking's beach, white and shiny reed Guangzhou the ocean waves flutters equally with the wind likely in the autumn wind, was suggesting as if elapses lively and makes noise. In the road and the sea rock's intersection point, I climb up the rock, no matter what the under foot spray dabbles the upper and lower garments, listens respectfully to the breeze blow reed whiz whiz the sound, when the vision touches to the ancient road's both sides luxuriant withered grass, as if saw that gathers in a big way one to a woman of high station paces back and forth the wild flower in the wind dances the form. . . , I am unable to restrain absent minded, resembles the space and time to interlock, forgot when now the evening is.
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