The capital of capital , historical sites , are readily available and can travel between numerous .
Always likes the quiet , bustling under the quiet green garden can not help but linger between Fortunately, Beijing's parks everywhere , can travel anywhere . Yuanmingyuan ruins, magnificent Summer Palace , Temple of Heaven Wei serious purpose , to the altar vast quiet , infinitely more beautiful the North Sea , after the sea free irresolute walk back and forth . Busy flaw aside, is a good place to go .
Unique Taoranting , people idle while only adding a fraction of tragic and sad .
Taoranting , ancient winning name, always eager for the literati of the Ode , the garden outside the gift to the sort of literary ambience . What are liable to have a deep cultural connotation of rendering . " Huang Ju also be brewed and cooked , and Jun Tao Ran, a drunk one , " their names to have drunk the meaning of the Tao , however .
Not a scholar with a sense of tragic desolation Poetry on , but for the high stone tomb .
"I am the sword , I spark , I would like health , such as lightning Yao Liang , I would like to die suddenly fast as Comet .
Jun Yu , I could not suddenly hanging on you fast as a comet of life, I only have the rest of the tears to your graves until the time I can not see you .
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I looked at the tombstone engraved on the small print silk show , wondered how it is a touching love of life and death .
2008 late winter , return visit , even the high stone tomb . Winter 's Taoranting is deadly silent . Straight to the high stone tomb , " dependency not live together before his death , like death and may be buried hills and " Pingmei lifetime aspiration , death will come true. Rain white marble monument still stands , recorded nearly a hundred years Qiyan a touching love sad song .
Shi Ping Mei , Shanxi put down people . 1919 admitted to the Beijing Women's Higher Normal School . Hall in Beijing and Shanxi in a party , they had met and appreciate each other. Helpless Gao Junyu cage trapped in feudal marriage , the release of individuals to participate in the cause of missing . At the moment , Shi Pingmei passion for the manifold of Wu Tien Mi Yi touched up , and began life among the red-hot love . Wu's wife do not want to put there , and is the father of two children . Do not want to fight the feudal marriage inadvertently lost the love of Shi Ping Mei Wu Tien put all of this long- concealed . One day , without a prior appointment in the afternoon , was wrecked, all this Shi Ping Mei . Shi Ping Mei know the truth away angrily . Love frustrated , so the literary family of the talented woman , if the parents of Jane 's favorite treasure into the gray and pain in life , and that holds a celibate vegetarian blog .
Gao Junyu After a decade of struggle and hard work , finally get rid of the feudal marriage, freelance success . Though in the seas , a drifter , eventually did not forget to deeply feel nostalgic Shi Ping Mei . Are in Xiangshan 's Gao Junyu to send an Acacia leaves , that admiration for him. That holds a single stone Pingmei a " withered flower blue red Yeer not stand the " declined .
Since I can not give you love , let us embark on the venture firm white friendship it . Comments Mei Gao Junyu wear the ring, make a wish gift of ivory . 2 ivory ring , locked caring people .
Overwork , it may not appeal to Gao Junyu pursue his great love die, and is co- prophecies of his lifetime : " I just buried hills and alone together . "
Gao Junyu 's death awakened the stone Pingmei also awakened her love . The deceased has been to the living sad , even if we have too much of repentance , is no appeal . Each of the Ching Ming Festival , every Sunday , have come to this stone Pingmei grave cry sad situation . "I am Jun Yu life and death of the lover ! I love born Jun Yu , Jun Yu died more love ! I'm going to my youth , my love , my heart , take my life , have brought Festival dedicated to Jun Yu ! " In this case, Jun Yu you can not hear it!
Hanlaishuwang gone three- set time , the stone was sick sad commentary Mei died in 1928 , buried in the tomb Gao Junyu to complete before his death , " during his lifetime not dependent coexistence , like death and may be buried hills and " the last wish .

Year , or can remember when a child Red Kapok morning , my father took us, get on the car to leave home . For small to understand the meaning of tears grandmother face , not to know his home after leaving for a long time will become home to the one you been thinking where they can not go back . Many of the scenes from the day I can not remember clearly , but that hint of red dye on it easily into my body , my blood , surging forward with my heart - in the car when turning out of the village , My back , end of the village was in full bloom Kapok bright red and flew into my eyes the first time in my life is so bright that it Kapok beauty ! Perhaps such a casual look back , home of the Kapok in the hearts of my branded an Indian , became my sustenance , let me drift for many years later , still unable to erase the home of the Red ... ...
Today, it is a sunny spring , it is played aspect , the fiery red one , which is those many trees, branches red, reported spring ! This time , I delighted in the Yi Keke childhood on the kapok tree , cut some bamboo , climbing trees, enjoying the sweet honey Kapok . It is so sweet and pure , like a home clear sky , no trace of the defects , a trace of vanity , let me in the gloom , a loss of more than a sustenance and smile ; its fragrance is so true, like home murmur Stream , control his earth-shaking , end of time , bit by bit moist earth mother, folks , let me in hardship , disappointment, learned a strong and persistent . Is this , my childhood on the run in the Yi Keke of the kapok tree , dragging a bag , picking up the fallen of the Kapok . The dried flowers , and replaced the money , and replaced with stationery, copybook , those many glass ball , in exchange for a mother comforting smile . I read a mother 's smile, not because of money , but I have tall kapok trees grow taller grow up ... ...
But you may not know , home of those trees, flowering when less than a tiny , wooden satisfied the upright in the fields , not a good appearance , with no real mention the name of the respectable names of wood , The branches are vigorous enough how powerful is not the roaring sky . But her presence in her unique way of land belonging to her , I like her simple emotions, is often remembered because of her, just as my Yili -old mother in the village , Wang Jin autumn and hope children go , just for a Spring bloom for a time , in order to be able to see my first time back , she then reasons , of course, only to be spring without green leaves set off , the red flower petals, accompanied by his mother humming the song childhood Sleep into my dreams ... ...
Those Kapok Yeah, even more because no one without Fang . They bloom in the field on a warm , clear sky , the red one in the spring . Even wither , nor will the name of flower names such as those colorful grass , a piece of the wind everywhere and will not be the protagonist of her is her sister mourner , her blossoming, and a blossoming in the fall , fertile First step of land outside the red mountain trail leading to ... ... is such a path , one by one from the kapok tree , then jump over a mountain valley , the number of wandering , in this February , when opened Kapok Back , which saw home is no longer among the little thatched cottages between the setting sun with delicate ethereal smoke , Each and kapok trees can tell you that there is no longer poor , as the days have been such as kapok , red Fiery red , like the side flying the flag in the village . You also can not imagine , in the trunk so resolute , even in full bloom out of shocking people blooming flower, blooming in the heavens and the earth with wanton , that is how the noble sentiments , love of the plot to spring him in the hills are covered with The release of his tenderness , beauty and this one is his land ... ...
Once when , the cycle of spring and autumn , the kapok tree from red to green white , still faithful and waiting for the kerosene lamp , under each of the old mother's slightest worried about , you took the lonely mountain side of the watch Sunset , the warmth of each face to the traveler tired Chigui ; the number of storms , how many akishimo , your flesh and blood into the warm , burning the ancestors of several full cycles of the world ; many of the night, endless love , then , in your Flowers before the leaves in your tears wet the next how much they love , but always we can not do , like amorous birds , a kiss , surprise , no trace on the fly , no place to look for , you sigh and left disconsolate in the flower , The night of white head ... ... in love, you become a permanent, success ... ... a night of nostalgia