After traveling thousands of miles to pursue the ancient charm of my old capital, on this cold and windy winter day, I finally set foot on the land of Beijing. Perhaps because of the sharp contrast between history and the present, I suddenly sighed a lot. History is like smoke, misty and picturesque, dispersing like a song. Standing where the ancients once stood, listening to the eternal music that has never stopped for thousands of years. With the changing sounds of wind and birds, I always feel a sense of loss coming over the wall one after another.
The Great Wall
The poem "He who has not visited the Great Wall is not a true man", which I have known since childhood, has another interpretation here. There is a half-man tall iron tablet with the three characters "Haohan Slope" written on it. For only 20 yuan, a hero can hold the iron tablet and face the camera, making a hero-like expression or posture. Then paste the photo on a piece of paper and sign your name to complete a "hero card."
Looking at the crowds of tourists waiting to take photos, I couldn’t help but think of those heroes who also acted righteously and shed blood on the Great Wall. The Great Wall is still there, but where are the heroes? Then there is only 20 yuan for a modern hero.
Yonghe Temple
Even though it was winter, the palace was still crowded with tourists. I was busy looking at the watches on the hands of the lamas and the leather shoes on their feet, as if they were no ordinary pieces. watch and a pair of ordinary shoes. I also curiously eavesdropped on their conversation on the phone. They had conversations with the sales lady in the palace and spoke very fluent Chinese.
I don’t know where the sudden idea came from, and I wanted to take a photo with the lama. So, I walked in and out of the temple with my camera, busy taking photos with lamas, and taking in people's shy or mature expressions. When I walked out of Yonghe Temple with my camera in hand, it seemed that I had gained a lot, but I realized that I had gained nothing about the Lama Temple except for those modern lamas wearing leather shoes, wearing watches, and speaking Chinese.
Old Summer Palace
The Old Summer Palace, a garden within a garden, quietly tells every visitor its past beauty with its incomplete beauty. The exquisite stone carvings and huge ruins are evidence of its former glory. I thought I might be able to find something here. However, the fire was so extinct, leaving only desolation and decadence. I originally thought that it would be very meaningful to capture the grass and stone steps and title it "Times", but then I remembered who once said, don't take pictures, a camera has become modern. Indeed, time can only be appreciated slowly. You can't hold a photo and look at it gently, otherwise it will completely change its flavor.
Forbidden City
There are countless stone roads and steps in the Forbidden City. I walked slowly step by step, as if I was looking for something, but I couldn't tell clearly.
The Zhengda Guangming Hall stands majestically and beautifully. It has stood quietly for many years. I came closer to take a closer look, but I saw the horizontal iron railings at the entrance of the temple, coldly separating it from many years ago and me many years later - tourists stopped. The cold winter sunshine dimmed everything in the hall into coldness and darkness. Only the luxurious dragon chair placed high facing the palace door was quietly empty. Lonely and helpless.
I walked along the uneven stone road and found nothing. In the past, the Forbidden City was not open to people at will. However, today, when the city gate is wide open, another door is quietly closed.
The green mountains are always there and the sky is still blue. History closes the door quietly and gently. I wandered alone outside the door.