Summer Palace, in order I believe you did not die, for those stubborn vitality of life that still exist in your trunk broken marble pillars, the deep silence for you who can listen carefully to the language ─ ─ ─ Yuanmingyuan, I dedicated to you my feelings.
This is the first time I saw you, Yuanmingyuan.
You must forgive me, come so late ─ ─ ─ 16 years old before they see you, for you know to be so small, just know that you have been ransacked and up to 30 days of purgatory-like burning; only know that you have a " 10000 Garden of the Garden, "and even can not imagine how brilliant you are in the end. I have consulted a scholar had to ask what you like. He suddenly silent, as if not only difficult to imagine, but also unspeakable. I do not have to ask. I want to see you.
Today, the snow stopped early in the morning, I came. Although more than one person told me, well into the Yuanmingyuan ruins, and how can I can not take away the wilderness and my imagination linked ─ ─ This is you? Although I know very long time ago you have become a ruin. Snow, vast expanse of whiteness to cover everything, but can not cover your desolation. North wind inside the swamp, the trees at the hay in the howling winter ground shaking, my heart tremble: the magnificent you where? Your brilliant again where?
Perhaps a little trace of bar can be found here. I brushed the snow on a boulder, then carved exquisite patterns. I stroked the marble are the gentle uplift: this may be once a section of a colonnade? That may be a corner of stone wall? But my hand met what? It was then destroyed down the rift. "Hai Teng?" I ask you.
A two drops of snow, along the pillars on the pattern Tangxia to ─ ─ Mody your tears?
A path from many of the boulders lying still with Inter through. I walked along the path, such as through the fallen giants of the ancient battlefield of Xu. No matter the pace of release of light, but also left to mind the heavy child. Do I will be with a heavy heart to leave you? You want me to take away, only the heavy Mody?
Snow, they began falling in. Snow ah, your next bar, even if you cover everything here: scorched earth and hay, and even covers those boulders, you will be able to make this area a blank?
I gazed upward, and the tall stone pillars. Pillars stand tall forward, like a giant her side. Oh, maybe too sad, with non-healing wounds, but you do not die! Perhaps the pain and suffering, but to strengthen your soul? Tell me, why are you so stubbornly erect with?
Shu open my arms, hugging the pillar ─ ─ I believe this is a tough life. Oh, clear sky, you and me ... ... I suddenly thought: This pillar was solidified after the volcanic eruption of magma; but in that sack, you stand again kneaded, and you re-cemented in eternal grief , it can touch history. However, over the years, your body upright supports defective here Is just to expose your scars to the people, your tears trace, your sorrow? Not!
Quietly stands tall stone pillars with. This is the default Mody? I think that each piece of stone, as if cast an eye. In this vision, I whole body burning. I can not stay for long, straight onto the antecedents.
Side of the road next to a pillar, a few young people stood in silence. Columns at the foot of them the cream of the leaves by Ji Zhi. I went so far are neither, nor taken to leaves, presented to the. Which clusters of leaves, in the sun a dazzling brilliance, how much Just like a fire ... ...
Fire, perhaps you taboo, right?
Fire! Suiren fire by rubbing sticks, Prometheus stealing fire for the human ... ...
In the hands of good men, fire can be turned into light and warmth; in the hands of evil men, but can cause devastating catastrophe.
And you, it is the victim of this scourge.
However, I also remember another tradition: a common bird in the flames kneaded and finally turned into a phoenix fly ... ...
Oh, I also feel there is something to ignite blazing in their hearts, the fly.
I do not have longer stay for long. I felt you watched me, and could not help but go back once again say goodbye to you, ─ ─
Sky, white snow of the end of that beam pillars at the foot of leaves, once again jumped into my field of vision, so red, so eye-catching, like the depths of this ancient landscape remnants of cluster wildfires.
Oh, the Summer Palace, though you are already permanently silent, but you hidden fire. You are the fire of destruction, and now you have to ignite the fire of passionate young minds, is to let our hearts for ever burning fire of shame, anger and fire, the rise of the fire!
Oh, the Summer Palace, I understand: there will always be one day, in that clusters of heart children burning flame will be grouped together into one; and from there will certainly Tengqi a golden phoenix ─ ─ hope that brilliant!
Author: asialion
