Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Hotel reservation - Disappointed, I lowered my head and took a few steps back. Looking back, I saw that the entire bridge was covered in dust and eroded by wind and sand. There are no measures to protect cultural relics,

Disappointed, I lowered my head and took a few steps back. Looking back, I saw that the entire bridge was covered in dust and eroded by wind and sand. There are no measures to protect cultural relics,

Disappointed, I lowered my head and took a few steps back. Looking back, I saw that the entire bridge was covered in dust and eroded by wind and sand. There are no measures to protect cultural relics, and there are not many traces of restoration. Suddenly, at this moment, I felt sad, so ordinary and inconspicuous. If I didn't come here on purpose, I wouldn't even look at it even if I passed by, but it has been there quietly for thousands of years.

Not far from the Angkor Wat temple, the lights are bright. It is also an ancient bridge that has lasted for thousands of years, witnessed the changes of dynasties, and experienced countless wars. It’s easy to drown in the mortal world these days. I stood by the bridge, the city by the sea, thinking a lot. At this moment, I want to go back a thousand years ago and take a look at the design drawings of the bridge builders.

Why build an inconspicuous stone bridge by a river dozens of kilometers away from the capital, but use a hydra symbolizing imperial power and a sword-wielding samurai to build an image guardian? Was it your own audacity or an order from the Empire?

And this one, I prefer the latter, so what important things here need to be protected by this supreme idol? I looked around, there were no significant places of interest, and the location was mediocre. Looking through historical materials, there is no trace to be found. I think even Zhou Daguan, who set foot in Chenla 1,000 years ago, overlooked this stone bridge not far from the capital, where a nine-headed Naga statue actually stood.

I turned my head and stared in the direction of Angkor Wat. From a distance, I seemed to see the faint smile of the monarch who stood on Mount Bukan a thousand years ago.

Gradually, it became dark, and the stone bridge was completely dark. We left in silence. Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, tourists and scholars will come to this bridge and statue to unlock this secret that has been hidden for thousands of years.