I have a special affection for the Marco Polo Bridge, the bridge to me than the shock of many other buildings. In my mind for Beijing's attractions, she was ranked first, second is the Temple of Heaven and Summer Palace, of course, the status of the National Palace Museum can not be used for sorting. After the first trip she clearly remained in my memory, she gave me the feeling is very, very special. I always mention the bridge to my friends and tell them the bridge I feel particularly good, but could not tell what the specific, and each time was immersed in the feeling of where the bridge board. I often think this is why, why I have such a preference for the bridge. Finally today, I again visited the Marco Polo Bridge.
Today I was with my grandfather and uncle, in the evening walk to the bridge from the Dujia Kan. Suburban winter evening, sparsely populated, away from the urban hustle and bustle, we walk in the hazy light of dusk. Most of the road on both sides of wasteland and building sites, sparsely scattered with some shops, are common in the countryside that austere surfacing, from time to time surrounded by a large truck through. Occasionally, a dog came barking distance. Although the ear uncle grandfather always say something, my mind is very quiet. I wonder when the last time to the case. Walked about 40 minutes, crossed the Xiaoqing River Bridge, we arrived at the Marco Polo Bridge west of the mouth. I have to go visit the bridge haste to go, to see the bridge I always think of why I am so impressed. At this time night had come, I am through the vendor's stall during the day once again set foot on the Marco Polo Bridge. I looked at her, or the bridge, the wide large slab of the bridge, a boundless apart, Wang Dan, Qiao Lan on the stone lions were still there. At that moment, I realized that this is a north bridge. Her style is the north, the atmosphere, the broad-brush, because of historical reasons, also has cast another dignified color. I do not know is due to the bridge itself, or because of history, but she stood there, it moved me so. Her simple, her general, her truth, her existence. I am reminded of the first to see the case of the Marco Polo Bridge, which is mid-summer day, I and my American friends drive cars through the city of openings Wanping City, came to the Marco Polo Bridge. I can not forget in that dawn to board the Marco Polo Bridge in feeling. Summer morning, the sun just rising, we became the day she received the first wave of tourists. The river under the bridge, suffused with little waves, that summer, under the Marco Polo Bridge and water. Gradually increased recently between the bridge of small business operators and local residents, they rode bicycles, from the bridge which heads to Wang Dan's light, and thus began the day life. I am fortunate enough to have witnessed the bridge and the people around her slowly awakening from the slumber. For thousands of years, every morning, she began her day like this, silently into the people's life. While people walked from her top of the wave of another wave of change, she silently stood there and witnessed the war with the smoke, also witnessed the rise and fall with honor and disgrace. Only the Qianlong Bridge Poem Monument in the history of the identity that she ...
Uncle and grandfather, is a good tour guide, along the way introduced me to the situation surrounding the building, and now they tell me there are more than 800 Marco Polo Bridge of Lions. Let me also its own count. I have a whim, they opened one by one the number of children, from west to east, a total of 280 big lion, but there is no way a small number of lions. If we add the small, it is really a lot of ah. Had very little schooling before the Marco Polo Bridge to write an article that these lions of various shapes, vividly, but witnessed the beauty of them can truly appreciate. Ancient times to retain a portion of the bridge with huge boulders, Gou Gou trench trenches, bumps and hollows, are said to run over then left over after the cart. Then came the nearby farmhouse in several more dogs barking, looking at the new bridge the distance Lu ditch lights displacement, uncle and grandfather, laughing about the Red Army marching heard the dogs barking and saw the lights can not be happy, that is approaching villages, and you can set up camp, so we are all looking forward to hear a dog barking. Uncle and grandfather are joined the revolution for many years the old Red Army, the former political commissar of Armored Force Engineering Institute. I listen quietly to uncle and grandfather about his thoughts wandered back to the dawn of that. Light to do the Marco Polo Bridge to I say, tell the Japanese invasion of China, although he was English. Childhood growing up in the United States alone, Chinese Americans, a history and political science students, although not speak Chinese, but fluent in Chinese history. His understanding of Chinese history and culture than we me, funny to say that the Americans are always to act as my guide. Study in China, he visited almost the whole of China, people eat very unimaginable hardships. He said it was because he might be the only time of year. He, like myself, hate the Japanese, and his ancestors is that people who emigrated to the United States. I think if not for the Japanese, he should now be like me, speak the Chinese language. Thought here, sigh and say, history always striking similarities, that I always listen to the morning light talking about, today I listened to my uncle and grandfather again say that in front of them, talking about history, I might only do the audience had.
Now, under the bridge bare a piece subtilis, there is no water; distance the new bridge, strings of cars formed a movement of beads, brightly lit; a statue standing in the dark stone lions, looked at each other right. Apart from time to time of the cars and dogs barking, surrounded by quiet one, there are no monthly, except for occasionally a few stars. I walked in the darkness of the bridge, as if they walk in the dawn of the bridge, two years, separated for two years, it is doing old haunt to re-visit bar. The bridge has not changed, but not the water under the bridge, reportedly only a year when the water was let go.
Suddenly, Xu's words jumped into my mind as, "You have to find it true, it is necessary and it alone," "I was sweet honey alone, honey sweet leisure ..." This sensitive soul often can say I want to say but can not afford to resort to pen the words. I bridge the two can be said to get along with a separate, suburban natural quiet, sooner or later, when fewer tourists, but also because the bridge in their own right, simple, dignified, quiet and narrow, there is nothing beautiful eye-catching luster , also my achievements and her alone. But she's true, I find it?
My uncle and grandfather and helped down the bridge, go left ruts in ancient times, the really very difficult. Looked back, far from the gates of the dark shadow of Wanping, the Marco Polo Bridge to which picture is inserted into the gate hole, has been extended with and extend the ...
By Don finally realized why the division of Jerusalem as saying "My Jerusalem", just because. So I used the above title.
Recorded in the "2002-3-1 1:31:37"
Author: solohiker
