I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
——William Wordswhile
也许走进这里,你的灵魂会被浪漫侵袭;
也有可能,看着沉睡在这里的历史,会不自觉地放轻脚步,生怕扰了宁静。