There are too many historic cities deposition, there is always a sense of weight-bearing.
Nanjing's history, more than any city in China to be mournful. Dynastic change, relative to renewal of joys and sorrows, loss of life. An original Brisk delicate Jiangnan Water Village, a Six Dynasties have been golden Fun, Yan Liu busy places, but most of the load of a nation's sorrow, I feel that Nanking extremely unfair. However, like the fate of the people, in a city is also true: molded into what is what can not be changed.
Nanjing's fate is a result of her feng shui. Her Wang gas and domineering too, no one emperor could pressure her. Therefore, in this its capital of the dynasty do not have a long life. Maybe she is only willing to be a soft powder of the township, but history has time and again that drive her to the forefront of the war.
Too many tragic stories of repressed her vitality. But like me far apart from the pioneers, follow these stories again harassed her, year after year, she is always sadness can only be a remnant of people to pay tribute.
A kind of sad no historical city. But there are too many tragic history of the city even more.
Purple is a very good place, even in the winter is also lush. Good Feng Shui Jiubuyongti, or else ancient times, there were not many celebrities own tomb repair be here. Even "Things for the People" Sun Sun Yat-sen also failed to escape get through this. Sitting on the steps of the Mausoleum can be overlooking the mountains and east to the Yangtze River, is really is the seat football mountains and rivers, a Su-ching is very to the atmosphere. Suddenly I was a little before his death did not understand that the President of Sun Yat-sen in Nanjing done, why leave a will in order for their own cemetery. However, after the Piedmont hill hillside town of so many graves of the Jinling invaluable piece of land, I still think it is too heavy for me.
Passing the Presidential Palace when the sun sets, I just saw a dilapidated building, there is no sign.
I want to go to another spot, I feel closer to my imagination in Nanjing.
Was a long time ago, in the Xi Murong an article talking about the flowers, know who can Picking on the Nanjing Xuanwu Lake. Xuanwu Lake is a very gentle name.
Xuanwu Lake than I imagine is much greater. However, there is no middle of winter visitors, many times around the embankment Cuiliu but in any case, I am the only one person.
No lotus, no cruise, only Feng Xiaoxiao microwave suddenly stirred. Then I saw the walls of Nanjing city wall, loneliness and I continued to guard the melding of the Xuanwu Lake. Through the willows, he saw the winter sun, have fallen into the wall above the other. That's my read, the most lonely beautiful paintings.
Those mournful history of the Nanjing not become Cang Yin and Xiao Sa, still stick with her gentle and graceful. This is my eyes, Nanjing style.
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