Beijing Yuanmingyuan spring

Everything is being carried out in the natural. Indomitable shoots and elongation ground, dead branches and hard shoots. Peach also opened. Roufeng, colorful petals come to chase down, spring is here.

Such a spring day, I came here.

Autumn, I have visited this garden. Xiaose in the wind, Autumn Rainfall in misery, I am with the same heavy feeling came here, the historical vicissitudes feel it, touch it desolation breathing. That, in such a place, I unfinished You do Xiao Xing 1:00 remaining in the minds of the bitter memories.

Yuanmingyuan, in such a spring, I come to visit you. In such a spring day, the beginning of vegetation, the sun was bright, cheerful and Chelsea are also jumping. At this moment, you, I appeal to say?

This spring, the park wind and the wind park, as soft and pleasant, park grass and grass outside the park to the same unyielding stand, the park's trees and park trees outside the same spit out green. Perhaps, the only difference lies in the fact here is the Yuanmingyuan, although a blood stem, and the pain is still ringing in the wound, one can never be forgotten places.

Li Peng did not feel in the absence of, in such a spring day, I lost feeling. Ta-Qing mind has been cleared, and my heart it is an unspeakable chaos.

The current cul-de-sac extended forward very far, very far. Embark on this road paved with brick, it touched a history of breathing. Naigongqiaojiang determined by the then along this busy road trouble, certainly there are slabs of workers sweat imprinting; prestigious officials and others was set in this way is extremely arrogant, and you enjoy a dream-like beauty of the then British and French allied forces also set swaggering Duo this brick road to a deafening sound, and later lit a torch, invested in Diaolianghuadong. From then on, a shiny red fire a half empty. Since then, a bleeding wound will remain in the body of a nation. Since then, the stigma will remain deep in the hearts of the people.

Walk along the cul-de-sac, walk along the history. Roadside countless Suizhuan broken tile shocking. The plain gray, in the early spring green background, it seems to jump straight up, drill into your eyes, hearts Juetao straight Jingde. Stop, stop, stop, do not, can not, I do not want to see even more.

Yuanmingyuan no spring.

Spring, shed the heavy clothing is shed a burden, have been a relief. Spring means departure from the past. Spring of new life is the new symbol of the beginning of the journey.

The Yuanmingyuan ah, it has been to stay in the historical blink of an eye, it has been a fire in the frames of over 140 years ago a day. The frames of Yuanmingyuan and barbarism "civilized" forever linked together, it has been no replacement of the four seasons. Spring and summer and autumn and winter settings, but human convention. Yuanmingyuan, the historical break with a relentless this setting. It is backward and death witnessed. This park, how can there be spring?

This bleeding wound, it is impossible not to the recovery. She may become scars it. No injuries nation is inconceivable, but not the extinction of the nation to an attempt to disguise it. Forget history is a betrayal of their own. Yuanmingyuan no season, there should not spring.

Along the historical path to follow, still facing a primary vegetation sigh of Yuanmingyuan Chouxu will flood to the law.

In a messy, but the flood of stand alone. It proudly of legislation, a record stand of the body injuries, remains in a stand. So it stood silently with their own body hitting every viewing of the heart.

I look up to the garden this spring not only the fruit. History will flood the statutory grid. Over one hundred years ago that day has been far wrong, how can we forget the memory, which is the so-called "civilized" in Yuanmingyuan, the actions of a country with an ancient civilization.

I wry smile.

Yuanmingyuan really no spring? Looking at the nascent bud, I would like to. Perhaps, every one heart beating vigorous health, come spring it will be quietly.

But now, I still can not tolerate the atmosphere here. I turned to go.

Nearby branches have flowers sprout, reflected in the eyes of the new Green is a life Yuedong.

Spring is also a year when the Yuanmingyuan, I look at you.

Such as spring next year, I also look at you.