After the torrent of time, Nakhon, once prosperous ancient ancient capital, Buddhist culture has reached the peak here, now has become built on the ruins of the city. Left is the old banyan tree, mottled red-brown tower, the broken black Buddha, as if in the story of a bustling deep past.
We went to Ayutthaya historical Park in the twilight of the sunset. The ancient tree grows in the ruins, the golden sunlight hits in the monument, just has a bird to stay in the monument in the pottery jar, has been slanting the head to look at me, as if and I tell the story which happened here I do not know.
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