If the glory of the past shocked people, then the heavy vicissitudes of life gave people lightning and thunder in the depths of their souls. -inscription
The thick vermilion gate, the resplendent hall and the exquisite white stone pedestal, spanning nearly 600 years of wind, frost, rain and snow, still call the king of the Forbidden City to be domineering. From the name of the temple alone, it is not difficult to see that the atmosphere and lofty sentiments of reigning in the world, including Gankun and Taihe, have made many tourists feel a drop in the ocean!
Pay a visit to the Hall of Supreme Harmony above Baishitai. It has the highest-grade double-eaves palace roof in China's ancient architecture, all covered with yellow glazed tiles, supported by precious golden nanmu, and covered with exquisite gold bricks. Under the sunshine, it shines brightly and is more brilliant. Looking at the gilded throne in the center of the hall from afar, I can't help but think of its past glory. I don't know how many emperors stained their hands with the blood of their brothers and sisters and padded their seats with bones! What is even sadder is that when I met that heartless and bad king, I didn't go to the early dynasty for more than ten or twenty years and ignored it. I completely forgot the hardships and difficulties of our ancestors in wartime for the sake of mountains and rivers, regardless of the dire straits of the people and the precarious nature of mountains and rivers. I just want to fly.
All right, all right! History has its own justice, it will not be fixed at any time, but is constantly changing!
Yes, if you get this word, you will get more help, but if you lose it, you will get less help. The wheel of history always rolls forward, which can't crush the people's long-cherished wish!
The harem is not as open and gorgeous as the previous dynasty, but more flexible and deep. A high fence surrounds the steps of outsiders and the eyes of the palace people. Hundreds of years ago, under the moonlit night, I don't know how many young ladies-in-waiting shed tears at the window, feeling the loss of life and staying up all night. Palace walls surrounded their eyes, but never their hearts. Miss grew wings and flew to her brother next door and her elderly parents at home. Empress concubines are nobler than maids, but still worse than maids. In order to compete for power and love, they fight with each other, but they are bright in appearance and dim in heart, lacking the kindness and gentleness that women should have. In the end, in the face of aging in the mirror, most of them still die alone.
Looking at the crested Yu Pei and golden jade ornaments on display, I lamented that the ancients had outstanding wisdom and exquisite skills, but they were more regretful and sentimental-for those women who never thought and never found life really beautiful and beautiful!
All right, all right! History has its own justice, which is clear and which is turbid, all of which are to be commented by future generations!
Walking in the Forbidden City, I often feel backache and sore feet, but my eyes are still hungry. So I found a stool and sat down. I was about to close my eyes and have a rest, but I looked up and saw beautiful patterns on the ceiling. Although some of them have been stripped of paint and lost their gorgeous colors, our hearts have been hit hard. In distant places, when we don't know where we are committed to the universe, our ancient painters have been able to draw delicate and realistic flowers, birds, fish and insects, and craftsmen have been able to build magnificent domes! Even though wasting people and money is extremely extravagant, it is also a comfort to create rare treasures and spread them to future generations. Let us pay homage today.
What's even more amazing is that the Forbidden City is a pure wooden building without a nail. Compared with the small reinforced concrete lattice where modern people live, it is simply the nature of heaven and earth and the ingenuity of nature!
Being in the Forbidden City, every step will make you breathless by the cultural atmosphere. Stroking its white marble railing, or picking up a new leaf from an ancient tree, or stepping on a floor tile polished by countless feet, or looking at the tender grass sticking out of the gap in the slate, I only feel that the universe is boundless, time is endless, and heavy vicissitudes are scattered all over the place. In the afterglow of the sunset, people feel not their own bodies, but heaven and earth!