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--------------- blank --------------- Angkor Wat, Cambodia, Spring 2001 the blanks It has been a while since I came back from Angkor Wat.Nearly a hundred volumes of slides that were taken during a short stay of more than a week have already been developed and printed, and the files to be cut and saved have also been selected and cut into frames.Watching it over and over again, such a rich and substantial journey must be complete from sound to picture, why suddenly there is a feeling of abnormal blankness? It’s so strange, I read too much about the glorious history of the Angkor dynasty before I went on the road. The prosperity and beauty of the prosperous age from the 9th century to the 15th century have been played in my mind countless times before I arrived at Angkor Wat, until I saw those stone statues in person. The building, the space that echoes the distance and the corridors of the caves, is still dumbfounded and amazed.This also makes people really wonder how this once dazzling pearl was dusted and disappeared in everyone's memory after the city was abandoned in 1431?It was not until Angkor Wat was "rediscovered" by French naturalists in 1861 that the heart that had stopped beating was gradually revived. The sigh of the thousand-year-old world in the seven days in the mountains may be the blank I mean.

Perhaps it is too sensitive to think about the ups and downs of the city we live in. Are we also experiencing such a reality that we are ready to abandon our city?People have had such a majestic landmark, as well as the historical feat of carving portraits of leaders into smiling gods, what about us?Many, many years later, will the airport lobby or the HSBC head office be identified as a historic site by archaeologists?Or are all the existing ones too shabby and outrageous?Isn't this reality that makes people feel inferior is the blankness I feel? Unexpectedly, this trip to ancient times made me think twice.Who said that traveling abroad must be pleasing to the eye, happy and happy?I am still self-deprecating, preferring to walk a bit more heavily, and resist the inappropriate self-feeling.