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Arrived in Rome, the capital of Italy at noon, checked into a hotel, ate spaghetti in a restaurant in a hurry, and in the afternoon we went to the Colosseum. However, the traffic in downtown Rome is really bad, and there are traffic jams when walking. I'm worried sick. Look at the taxi driver, I'm used to it. I listened to my mother talking to him in English, interrupted in English and asked the driver if we were late. The Colosseum was closing. The driver smiled. He praised me for speaking English. I am very proud of myself, but I can't understand a lot of English he said. Dad told me that the driver asked me why I wanted to visit the Colosseum so much. I thought of the scene of people fighting with wild animals and blurted out: fun! ? Dad translated for the driver, and the driver's parents laughed.

Seen from a distance, the Colosseum is like a huge bunker ruin, standing in the sunset. In the square at the entrance to the Colosseum, several people were dressed in ancient Roman costumes, holding shields and daggers. The samurai greeted us as soon as they saw us. I was so happy that I ran to touch their armor and pretended to compete with them. Dad immediately pressed the camera shutter and photographed me and the Roman warrior? Duel? The appearance of the photo was taken. Mother gave the money to the warrior, who kept saying it in English and Chinese? Thank you? It turned out that they dressed up as samurai to make money.

Walking into the arched iron gate of the Colosseum and climbing the stairs, the whole picture of this huge building with an area of 20,000 square meters and a wall height of 57 meters (equivalent to the height of 20 floors) is displayed in front of you. Below the high wall is a stand that can accommodate100000 spectators, with an oval fighting beast and an arena in the middle. I climbed to the top of the stands and ran down the arena. At first, the Colosseum was divided into upper and lower floors, and there were more than 80 cellars on the bottom floor, which was a place for feeding wild animals and temporarily imprisoning gladiators. There is an iron fence in the cellar that communicates with the upstairs, okay? Fighting beast show? Open the iron gate and drive the beasts and gladiators to the top.

Standing on the crimson Colosseum land and looking around the stands, my eyes seem to see the scene more than two thousand years ago: a gladiator confronted a lion with a dagger, and the hungry lion rushed over with a loud roar. The gladiator dodged and the lion turned and pounced on him. As soon as he bowed his head, he ducked under the lion, turned around and stabbed the dagger at the lion. The lion got angry and roared and jumped up? At this time, the Roman nobles and ladies sitting in the stands cheered and thundered. They applauded and cheered. They want to see a more intense war between man and beast. They want to see blood? It is said that Roman emperors and nobles, in order to show their military strength, martial arts and fun, once drove hundreds of gladiators and hundreds of tigers, lions and other wild animals to fight for life and death at the same time, or drove hundreds of gladiators to duel. As a result, many gladiators were killed alive, and I don't know how much blood they shed, and they infiltrated the land of the Colosseum.

Why do people want to be gladiators? Are they going to show off their superb skills? Dad told me the history of ancient Rome. Ancient Rome was a slave country. Prisoners in the war became slaves, and slaves had no personal freedom. The owner can make him do anything, sell him, and even have the right to kill him. Gladiators are slaves, and becoming a gladiator is by no means a personal wish. They were selected as gladiators and put into gladiator schools for hard and cruel training, with the purpose of being in the arena? Performing? Play better and make the slave owners in the stands happier. In the arena, if you don't kill each other, you will be killed by the other side. Their heroic fight in the arena was entirely to save their own lives. Where there is oppression, there is resistance. The deeper the oppression, the stronger the resistance. In 73 BC, the gladiator Spartacus led more than 70 companions out of the gladiator school and fled to Mount Vesuvius for an uprising. Many escaped slaves came to join him, and the uprising team quickly grew to 90 thousand people, defeating the Roman officers who came to encircle and encircle twice in a row. Although the uprising finally failed and Spartacus died heroically, this slave uprising strongly shocked Roman slavery. However, the Roman nobility did not accept the lessons of history. In 72 AD, the Roman emperor forced 80,000 Jews and Arab prisoners into slavery to celebrate the victory of conquering Jerusalem, and built this Roman Colosseum.

Coming out of the Colosseum, it was getting late, and the warriors in gladiator costumes in the square were still soliciting business, but I lost interest in them. Looking back, the sunset is like blood, and the ruins of the Colosseum seem a bit ferocious and terrible.