The Smile of Khmer (X)

Ta Prohm always has a flirtatious and ambiguous relationship with Tomb Raider, in fact, when watching the movie, Jolie's sexy lips and her agile body made me forget that it was once a distant scenery. The midday sun grows increasingly intense, following the collapsed walls, the towering gate seems to have undergone a heart bypass surgery, dense steel pipes support the tower within, eager to fall, while the four-faced Buddha still smiles mysteriously from above, watching these huge banyan roots penetrate through the walls, corridors, rooftops, and window lattices, squeezing and twisting these once glorious buildings, there's always a peculiar feeling at the bottom of my heart, like magma bursting forth and solidifying in an instant, like demonic claws emerging from underground, making you watch its slow, suffocating oppression with a helpless, waiting posture... In that dark scripture hall, looking at the dazzling sunlight outside, imagining spending a night here alone... I don't know how Miss Tong knew about the smiling nymph Apsara amidst the tangled roots, so we sweated profusely through countless corridors and rooms, turning back and forth as if searching for an unknown treasure, finally, with Miss Tong's cheer, that small smiling face appeared in the dark surrounded by green leaves, the twisted and entwined roots could not bear to cover her brilliance, I sat exhausted on the collapsed stone pile Not far to the east is the Royal Bath, the stone-built platform is uneven, two giant stone lions still calmly watch over this huge bathtub, through sunrise and sunset, dynasties change, from once a sea of wine and meat to a field of mulberry bushes I waited by the pool, ready to watch the dark-skinned children play in the water, the sun shone directly on my head without any cover, those kids seemed to know my intention, playing and teasing on the shore, refusing to enter the water, finally, I was defeated by the sun and my patience At noon, we passed by the small Cardamom Temple (Prasat Kravan), she sat quietly like a little girl, with her back to a winding path in the woods, turning to her front, a series of exquisite brick carvings were displayed, the sunlight slanted down from the top of the tower, the undulating bodies were clearly defined by light and shadow, although most were somewhat weathered, they appeared even more delicate In the evening, we set out again, the heat was gradually fading, the wind passing through the rainforest brought the deep scent of wood, along the way, half-collapsed walls were occasionally seen in the woods, how many ancient relics hidden in this dense forest have yet to be discovered? At Bayon Temple, from the bustling crowd, I sat until nightfall