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“历史是睡着的,而时间却在醒着。”驱车在平度一望无际的田野公路上行走,心头突然涌现出这样的诗句。是的,平度是一座古城,更像是一篇抓把泥土就能攥出古老文明汁液的壮美史诗。捧一扌不黄土、吸一口清风,历史的印迹会突然漫进你翻检着的篇章里,关于它的神韵、它的古雅、它的
“History is asleep, and time is awake.” Driven by the endless fields and roads that run through the horizon, my poem suddenly emerges. Yes, Pingdu is an ancient city, more like a magnificent epic that grasps the earth to grasp the ancient civilized juice. Holding a 扌 not loess, breathe a breeze, the history of the imprint will suddenly diffuse into your page in the review, about its charm, its quaint, its