Chapter 14 European Tour (1)

Versailles (When we arrived in France, we visited the famous Palace of Versailles and the Louvre. I was surprised and fascinated by the ancient paintings and rows of golden walls on display there. What a beautiful and intoxicating palace. At night, sleeping At that time, I couldn't fall asleep, so I got up from the bed. At this moment, my mind floated After finding a few lines of poems, I wrote them down in the notebook) it used to be brilliant step on the old carpet only grim statues looking at me. everything is sad Unscrew the faded handle still feel tempting aroma What is painted is the image

time is frozen It is the spider's web that seals the laughter. Everything gave it too much trauma I caress it, trying to see the Sunset yesterday. follow yesterday's time blowing today's wind thinking about tomorrow's civilization On the vicissitudes of the ancient battlefield Only a few naive teenagers are playing football and singing This is a door that has been cast in copper for hundreds of years Through the triangle that rages through shells I look at the Roman chronicles blown by the wind clear the thick fog The exciting fighting sound has solidified clear glass floor

Leaving countless Nike soles, it is extending to you the prehistoric ruins A skeleton full of youth and beauty that long horn lingering in my mind oncoming it's rock 'n' roll The train that connects the Alps and the Mediterranean The steamship can shorten the distance from France to Italy But our feet are wandering in the multidimensional civilization The intoxicated wine that celebrates the festival can't restrain the ancient fragrance cold my heart It's Coca-Cola's Resistance Distant mountains and fields passing through the car window But it made me go to the retrograde space-time tunnel

see is slow ox cart The cry of thousands of years ago was turned into a vulgar joke by the old man of time Hero in armor with sword Has become a skeleton in a cold grave (August 9, 2002, Napoli Castle, Italy, lasted 15 minutes. Started by Uncle Zhu, one person, one festival) Pompeii-Rome-Florence all the castles all worn out in space and time Only POMPEI stay forever in one moment become eternal is to stay in the air become a faint trace half wall a dry pool Reflecting the rain before the magma Time, the best polisher holding a cruel cold knife Hew the ornate corridors to gray stone

nobles and poor Freedmen and Prisoners the moment the sun disappears towards equality a moment, a moment song and dance stopped Swords and Swords have stopped When the grand music stops, everything becomes that white cloud last moment Everyone wants to cover their eyes What the pupil leaves behind is the beloved lover red shout There is also a past like flowing water endless run then death ruins, proud of himself he waits for the extension of the ruins forest perfect, the most imperfect Incompleteness is the greatest glory standing in front of a broken house feel the small footsteps

that dilapidated stone kang Definitely lie in love with the couple What's left is The infinite melancholy of future generations is like a mural rolling in like a giant wave Has lost the color she should have stay in front of me There is only one paintbrush that never stops Fine wine doesn't need to be tasted again Beautiful women don't need to stay together What I embrace is the yesterday of the day before yesterday