I always thought Yuanmingyuan was crying. Eight-Nation Alliance ravaged her body and destroyed her bones. The raging fire burned a nation's self-esteem. The pain of more than a hundred years is like the broken arm of the West Building after a hundred years of wind and rain. Standing in front of the ruins of the West Building, I can't help but feel the pain of Yuanmingyuan, the humiliation and pain of a nation. This is a kind of pain that penetrates the skin.
I went to Yuanmingyuan ten years ago. Nobody wants to go. It's so far away that there's nothing to see. I said I would definitely go.
It was a gloomy, drizzling day, and the autumn wind blew on my face like a knife. I walked along the vast lake, but I didn't see a soul. Finally, I came to the site of Dashuifa-although I have seen photos of this site many times from pictures and textbooks. But when I stood under the pale sky and really faced this jade-a white stone in the wilderness, still gorgeous-I stroked the cold jade texture; Still exquisite-European curves are smooth and uninhibited; Still noble-the broken Roman stone pillars stand proudly under the sky. Later, I shed tears. Fortunately, there was no one around and no camera, but those stones, pillars, stone carvings and the gray sky were branded in my mind and became indelible murals in my heart.
Today, ten years later, I said, I will go to Yuanmingyuan again. For me, going to Yuanmingyuan is a kind of mourning, a kind of memorial, and even a reminder. I'm not afraid of being called hypocritical, that's what I think.
When I entered the Yuanmingyuan, I found that it was not what it used to be. The tranquility of ten years ago no longer exists, and the once silent Yuanmingyuan is a noisy place. No matter whether the willow yarn is pink or purple, it is full of spring scenery. The leisure garden site of the former royal family should also be visited by ordinary people. Whether the ticket price has risen from 50 cents to 25 yuan, this huge garden of this site needs someone to manage it. Gorgeous rickshaws wound around: going to Fuhai? Go to Hunchun Garden? For ten dollars, I'll take you to the west building! Thank you, I said. I just want to go by myself.
Go ahead, walk along the lake, cross the wisteria frame and turn right. Yes, it is the site, the site of Dashuifa.
Unexpectedly, there are so many people here at the site of Xiyanglou! A group of children wearing red scarves screamed and threw stones at each other; A group of boys and girls who look like high school students or middle school students bite popsicles in front of the ruins of Haiyan Hall and sing loudly "The girl opposite is coming". Several people who looked like cadres smiled and took pictures in front of the marble tablet engraved with the words "Yuanmingyuan". The one with the camera said, laugh! Smile! This group of people just laughed stupidly with fat bellies. In front of the site of Dashuidi, the hour I read in the book, ten years ago, a couple hugged and kissed in front of five crying Roman pillars!
For a moment, I was a little at a loss. Why did I come to this big water law field to show my love by kissing? How can you laugh in such a broken and decaying rock? Singing is really good. Go to Qichun Garden, Changchun Garden or boating Fuhai! Looking at this group of people, old and young, laughing and laughing in front of the rubble, looking back at the tall and broken Roman columns, their eyes and hearts ached faintly. What about history? What about shame? What about the blood?
A few years ago, there was an argument about whether Yuanmingyuan needed to be rebuilt. Therefore, rational people understand the value of ruins and respect the cruel truth left by history. I was clapping my hands and applauding to stay. But today, seeing so many people laughing and frolicking in front of the ruins, I doubt that it is necessary to stay. After so many years, broken walls still reminds people of the nightmare more than a century ago.
It's time to come to Yuanmingyuan. It's going to be cloudy. A gust of dust blew on my face, and the raindrops as big as beans fell, and the laughing crowd rushed straight out. I was left alone, sitting quietly on the white stone, facing the site of Dashuifa, facing this gorgeous and broken Roman pillar, and crying with these broken walls. ...