I love Beijing, in the brick red tile walk through the alley, I often feel like an old man, watching the Huaihua falling leaves, and will never leave their own footprints of the road, eclipsed. Mileage in the Forbidden City with a block of stone on the floor, I would be found among the grass and the shock rock, and those who glorified the beauty of the show caused by Zhuang Su's Code because it is unattainable, actually let me back in fear, I am a fearless woman, in the kind of place, there is that kind of Xiang Rui mindset, which is unprecedented, the heart of its territory temporary, those historical picture frame in front of a trance, so I would not move a step pace, all the you can visit the place, are stopped at the front door with a chain can only farsightedness, can not be near to touching, but because it is history, according to the survival and should not be desecrated, they can not photography, so that the process of civilization, in order to protect and maintain the Memorial The nearest stop people's sympathy, really well-intentioned ah, the museum's architecture as well as posted on the wall Yibi has a fine carved Seiko brilliant, not help make people scared the wisdom of the ancients and old clothes.
A step by step and measured the front door, then the door to high buildings, often reminds me of the scene Pegasus to Beijing, and my steps are also feel some amount of weakness, the front door, in addition to recall what the front door of cigarettes, I can remember are those who ride 3 wooden handcart labor, spoke Zeze the Beijing accent, you are smart living well, hi, hi, there are better wide variety of accents, front door, like Tiananmen Square, there is in fact characteristic feature is a kind of old and new kind of comparison, the front door is elderly, old dress, Tiananmen Square is a new youth, Miao-dressed, walking in front of Tiananmen often feel that they are belittled, like a drop in the ocean like a misty, then feeling like the sky in the wider world where they stand between the small, extremely small, so insignificant. Here lie buried with a great man, Mao Zedong, in order to pay their last respects Chairman Mao Memorial Hall, a solemn mood, his old face can still be seen, but stopped when I very much together even if only for 30 seconds, are impossible, the crowd lining up soon me out of the hall had to lean the People's Heroes Monument next to the chain edge rest Banke, looked up in the Great Hall of the Museum of History turns, mighty in all sentient beings worship, let me are all in awe of history is History has made us remember a person, whatever be great, it is the long river of history only Piaoqi a paper ribbon, and in the infinite past years, there have been countless people who have wielded over the paper ribbon!
The Summer Palace is that I love and Suzhou Street Promenade, promenade meandering at the southern foot of Longevity Hill, Kunming northern shore of Lake, I like wearing shoes Gao Qiao, Dian Zhao feet, walking in the corridor between a feeling of classic women's mood, slowly wander, and then rent the last set of clear, clothing, wearing a clear hairpin, dressed in long clothes to stroll, Suzhou Street, my past life might be just such an extreme small woman, armed with a trace of side Pa blink of an eye in the Flower warble entertainment rooms, such as described by Lin Yutang, like a red peony and generous and talented, amazing, this life so little as a leaf falling petals scattered dispersed quietly buried in the sea of ordinary within the female consumer in the Summer Palace ...... Lane, watching a block of mottled stone, one had Yuk House, peaks of the city forest, the fires in the destroying forever, and I can not help but sigh, let me elegant Summer Palace, wonderful letter, Yuanmingyuan let me masterpiece subtle language, may have, like me Mood Youyuan women had done so before, but they did not note down the memories of this period together such a word: Diaolan jade puzzle Still in force is the ......
Few women like me, do not believe in deities, which may due to my father, he is very thorough materialists, however, the White Tower into the North Sea, I truly yours, and Buddhist music Qing-Qing Wan-Wan said, ex-gal Muni Fo the Holy Spirit, that kind of music and those pious old lady, thanks to a grandfather a Koushou of Qian Xin, I have a Xijinqianhua quiet, when mood Mu-ran, I began to believe that Buddhism it might really has a kind of extraordinary magical power of quiet, calm, suddenly pass off ears of the music was actually saying that the South no Amitabha, Amitabha, No, it's the kind of tune children initially do not hear word, and listen to was a long time, the more static and clearer, and a relieved my mind I do not know whether the monks in chanting is Youkouwuxin, whether it will be flashing green eyes traveled Xinchan goose ......
Beijing has a lot of strokes is worth mentioning intentions to bear in mind that walked in the Imperial City at the foot of the walking, let me impetuous heart gradually horizon, have also began to have a normal heart ..........
Author: shuilinstar
