the Great Wall
"He who does not reach the Great Wall is not a hero", a poem that was familiar to me when I was a child, has another interpretation here. One-and-a-half-meter-high iron tablet reads "Brave Slope". A brave man only needs 20 yuan to hold an iron piece in front of the camera and make a heroic expression or gesture. Then stick the photo on a piece of paper and sign your name, and you will complete a "hero card".
Looking at groups of tourists waiting to be photographed, I can't help thinking of those brave people who are also righteous and bloody on the Great Wall. Now the Great Wall is still there, but where are the heroes? 20 yuan is the only modern hero.
Lama Temple
Although it is winter, the palace is still crowded with tourists. I was only busy looking at the watches in the hands of the lamas and the shoes on their feet, as if they were not an ordinary watch, but a pair of ordinary shoes. I also overheard their conversation on the phone curiously. They speak very fluent Chinese with the salesgirl in the palace.
I don't know where it came from I want to take a photo with the Lama as a souvenir. So, I went in and out of the temple with my camera. I was busy taking pictures with the Lama. I was busy taking pictures of people's shyness or age. When I walked out of the Lama Temple with a camera in my hand, I felt that all my impressions of the Lama Temple were nothing except those modern lamas who wore leather shoes and watches and spoke Chinese.
Old Summer Palace
Yuanmingyuan, the garden in the garden, quietly tells every visitor its beauty with its incomplete beauty. Exquisite stone carvings and huge ruins are proof of the glory of the past. I think I might be able to find something here. However, a fire went out like this, leaving only this desolation and decay. I thought it would be meaningful to take this stone-by-stone step into the lens, and the title would be Time, but I remembered who once said that a lens would become modern without taking pictures. Indeed, time can only be slowly appreciated. You can't take a picture and look at it gently. If you relax, everything will turn sour.
the Forbidden City
There are countless stone roads and stone steps in the Forbidden City. I walked slowly step by step, as if looking for something, but I couldn't say it clearly.
The Hall of Justice stands solemnly and magnificently. It stood still for many years. When I looked closely, I saw the iron railing across the temple gate, which separated it from me coldly many years ago-tourists stopped. The cold sunshine in winter will dilute everything in the cold hall. Only the luxurious dragon chair, facing the temple gate, is quietly empty. Lonely and helpless.
I walked along the uneven stone road and found nothing. Once upon a time, 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 hills are always there, but the sky is still blue. History, quietly, gently closed the door. I wandered outside the door alone.