傍晚的暮鼓不曾敲响，毫无生气地嵌在石壁中央。满怀憧憬地砸过去，却听不到任何的回响。你是否也曾徘徊在边缘，你是否也曾朝圣这灵光，纵然红漆外染檐翘飞翔，却在落日后寂寥中叹息。In the evening, the drum never sounded, and it lay lifelessly in the middle of the stone wall. I smashed it with lo... more