晚上11点 ，飞机起飞，在巨大的机舱里，位置靠前 。近三个小时的飞行 ，一路上却没有感到任何的疲倦和不适。一直是睡了醒，醒了睡。偶尔在醒的间隙翻看座位后面的手册，本来没有期许 ，也就看一看，翻一翻便罢 。喜欢一种时光很久了，在那样的一段时间里 ，没有需求，没有期许，没有烦恼，有的 ，只是不留余力的浪费和度过。那时刻，突然觉得自己看不见周围的乘客，自己存在与天和地之间 ，获得最为真实和虚空的感受。
当飞机伴着巨大的轰鸣声降落在机场时，我亦不过觉得来到了一个陌生的地方，它曾在几千年前召唤我 ，来了，便为了一段念想 。
橘色灯光照耀下的马路，车流不息 ，两旁的树飞一般地向后掠去，混沌的灯光中夹杂着不停跳动的黑色斑点，在车子上晃动 ，不过都一闪而过，转眼即逝。已是深夜，路上行人稀稀疏疏，零零落落 ，的确，与想象中红灯绿酒，嘈杂喧闹的夜生活截然不同。
住在北四环的酒店 ，房子不大，但却整洁，拉开窗帘 ，端一杯咖啡，倚在窗台上，看北京夜景 ，觉得都是百般闲适 。有一些时候，会有一种幻觉，会觉得周围响起了随意而有精致的钢琴声和提琴声 ，可以给自己想象中的场景配乐。眼望泠泠月光，不是远方牵挂的人是否入睡，抑或也在望月怀远？
从肃穆庄严的毛主席纪念堂，到金碧辉煌的故宫博物馆 ，从珍奇的海底世界到蜿蜒千里、气势磅礴的明长城，一直到风景秀丽的颐和园，整整用了四天时间 ，一直随导游游览，乘坐宽敞的客车，那是属于游览的时间 ，没有自己安排的时间和空间，却可以跟着人群看遍世间珍奇，使有的人获得对朋友炫耀的资本 ，这世上真是必有得必有失，始终平衡如一。
故宫，肃穆恢宏 ，是其他地方无法比拟的。入口之处，极尽奢华之态，琉璃作灯盏，汉玉铺台阶 ，雕龙青玉盘玉柱，镂空白玉栏杆，楼台高耸 ，巍峨高贵，亭台小谢，假山流水 ，构造精妙，轻松翠柏，杨柳绕堤月形门洞 ，花木扶疏，点缀其间 。果真帝王家！站在景山之巅，纵全城风貌 ，我明白了何谓金碧辉煌 、流光溢彩与气势磅礴，而当我们穿透那层浮华寻找背后的故事，静静地抚摸那宫中一梁一柱，园里一花一木 ，一砖一瓦，是否感受到了历史沉淀的苦与乐、荣与辱、成与败 、利与义、美与丑。是否有有那些惊人相似的镇定哀伤，优雅怨叹 ，日复一日，年复一年，最终沉淀在历史的长河中……
长城像从天而降的巨龙 ，奔腾在崇山峻岭中，随山势而伏跃。时大时小，时升时隐 。大则纵横四海 ，迂回与峰岭之巅；小则隐介藏行于深渊密林；升则飞腾在密云浓雾之中；隐则潜伏于山后。游了半晌，忽见阴雨漠漠，骤雨将至 ，慌乱间掏了把太阳伞一撑，当作雨伞吧！雨星儿演化成腾腾水雾，漫天一阵泛白，竟难以分出丝缕来 ，崇山峻岭隐于雾中，与白雾相映成趣，看着看着 ，竟成了幅摄人心魂的山水画，雨愈见大了，雾愈见大了 ，偶见的一抹苍翠，隐隐约约、零零星星 、朦朦胧胧、恍恍惚惚，而后竟无痕了。茫茫大雾中 ，五米外的人就看不清了，十米以外已是白茫茫的一片 。听着周围层出不穷的打闹声、叫喊声 、议论声，总觉得有种“乱入池中看不见 ，闻歌始觉有人来。 ”的诡异之美。踩在青灰色的城砖上，抚摸着一个个垛口，迎着塞外的风，遥想曾经金戈铁马 ，狼烟四起的岁月，不禁吟唱“滚滚长江东逝水，浪花淘尽英雄 。是非成败转头空。青山依旧在 ，几度夕阳红。白发渔樵江渚上，惯看秋月春风 。一副浊酒喜相逢。古今多少事，都付笑谈中。”不过匆匆一瞥罢了。
这是在北京的最后一游 。我们抽空去了一下清华园。沿着平坦宽阔的校道散步 ，映入眼帘的是一片苍劲的绿，还有见清华大学百年来的辉煌与成就的雕刻，当然也有慕名而来的三五成群的游客们 ，虽无十分美丽，却也有几分动人姿色。真真希望若干年后，自己不再以一名游客的身份来此 ，而是作为一名清华学子在这番天地任意抛洒汗水，成就自我 。流连间听别人说，前面就是荷塘了，按捺不住满心欣喜 ，于是三步并作两步，向前走去。只见曲曲
折折的荷塘上面弥望着田田的叶子，四周树木成林 ，垂柳依依，参差披拂。不正是“接天莲叶无穷碧”的场景吗？沉甸甸的碧绿犹如大海的波浪，一层一层直像岸边推进 。就连脚下所踩的石阶也印满苔痕 ，点点鲜绿。潮湿润滑；碧波中，忽又突兀起几点嫩红，定睛一看 ，原是几朵含苞未放的花骨朵，更添几分小巧玲珑之美。周围层出不穷的青蛙声蛐蛐声，似奏响了一曲美妙田园乐曲 ，倒也闲适，真是个修身养性的好去处！我禁不住快速按当相机快门，把眼前美景留住 。
晚上，洗澡、吃宵夜 ，看会儿书，浏览了一下照片，便睡去了。几天来的情景电影似的回复在我的脑海：肃穆庄严的毛主席纪念堂 ，击毙辉煌的故宫，珍奇的海底世界，风景秀丽的颐和园 ，以及几次简短的交谈，几番浅浅的思念，几抹淡淡的忧愁……
This summer, I went to Beijing.
At 11 o'clock in the evening, the plane took off, in the huge cabin, the position was brought. Nearly three hours of flight, there is no fatigue and discomfort along the way. I have been sleeping, waking up and sleep. Occasionally, on the clearance of the gap, the manual behind the seat, there is no expectation, and then look at it, turn over. I like a time for a long time. In such a period of time, there is no demand, there is no expectation, there is no trouble, some, just don't leave the waste and spend. At that moment, I suddenly felt that I couldn't see the passengers around them, and I existed between the sky and the most real and empty feelings.
When the aircraft accompanied by huge roar at the airport, I didn't think it was a strange place. It has been summoned me for thousands of years ago. I have been thinking about it.
The orange light shines on the road, the traffic is invoked, the tree is flying in the two, and the chaotic light is mixed with the black spot, shaking on the car, but all Flat over, turning into an eye. It is already late in the middle of the night, the pedestrians on the road are sharp, zero zero, indeed, with the imaginary red light green wine, noisy noisy nightlife is very different.
live in the North Fourth Ring Road, the house is not big, but it is neat, open the curtains, a cup of coffee, leaning on the windowsill, watching Beijing night scene, feeling all right. There are some time, there will be an illusion that I will feel around and have a delicate piano sound and the violta sound, you can give yourself a scene. Looking at the melamine, whether the person is not in the distance, is it sleeping, or is it still in the moon?
From the solemn Mao Mao Memorial Hall, to the brilliant Palace Museum, from the rare underwater world to thousands of miles, the magnificent Ming Great city, has been to the beautiful Summer Palace, for four days Time, I have been visiting the tour guide, riding a spacious passenger car, it is the time of the tour, there is no time and space you have arranged, but you can look at the people in the world, so that some people have got off the capital to friends, this is really There must be a loss, always balanced.
Love Forbidden City
For the Forbidden City, Su Fuhong, is unmatched elsewhere. The entrance, extremely luxurious state, glazed light, Han Yufei step, carved dragon, jade tray, chain jade railing, landing towering, noble, pavilion, rockery, construction, easy creation , Willow to the embankment door hole, Huawei, embellished, embodying it. Fruit emperor! Standing in the top of Jingshan, the whole city style, I understand what is brilliant, the flow of flowers is full of magnificent, and when we penetrate the story behind, quietly touch the palace, a column, garden A flower, a brick, a tile, do you feel the pain and music of history, honor and humiliation, and defeat, profit, beauty and ugly. Have you had a stunning calm, elegant complaints, day after day, year, finally precipitation in the long river of history ...
Do not come to the Great Wall Non-Han
The Great Wall like the dragon dropped from the sky, and the Pentium was in the mountains and the mountains. At the time, small, time hidden. Big, the four seas, roundabouts and peaks; the small imperative Tibet is in the deep enabled jungle; rising flying in Miyun; hidden in the mountains. Tour half a half, suddenly see the rain and indifference, the queen will come, panic, hold the sun umbrella, when do an umbrella! Rainroom evolved into a water mist, and it was difficult to divide the silk, and the Chongshan Mountain was hidden in the fog. He looked at it. He looked at it, and he became a landscape painting, rain. It's more big, the fog is getting bigger, and the occasion is a shining, faintly about about, zero star, and it is inexplicably, and there is no trace. In the fog, the five meters away from the fog can't see it. It is already a white. Listening to the emerged sound of the surrounding, yelling, telling the sound, I always feel that there is a kind of "I can't see the pool, I will consider someone." The strange beauty. Stepping on the blue-gray city brick, stroking a house, welcoming the wind outside, and I want to have the years of Jin Ge Tie Ma, the wolf smoke, can not help but sing "the rolling of the Yangtze River, the water, the waves, the hero. The green hill is still in, a few sunset red. White-haired fishing river, I used to watch the autumn spring breeze. A pair of wine is happy. The ancient and modern things, I've been laughed. "But hurried.
Tsinghua Garden Tour
This is the last tour in Beijing. We took the time to Tsinghua Park. Walking along the flat and wide school, it is a vigorous green, and there is also a glorious and achievement of the Qinghua University for a hundred years. Of course, there are three five-five group of tourists who come here, although there is not very Beautiful, but also have a few moving color. I really hope that after a few years, I will no longer come with a tourist, but as a Tsinghua student arbitrarily throwing sweat in this world, achieving itself. There is a lot of people in the stream, and the front is the lotus pond, and I can't get satisfied, so three steps and two steps, go forward. I saw the diamond
The folded lotus pond looks great to Tian Tian's leaves, surrounding trees into forests, and weeping willows, and the dish. Isn't it the scene of "picking up the lotus infinity"? The heavy blue green is like the waves of the sea, and the one-layer is directly propelled. Even the stone steps stepped on by the feet are also filled with moss, nodding green. Wet and lubrication; in blue waves, suddenly, I suddenly got a few tender red, I was a bit of peeling, it was a few people who had unpublished flowers, add a little bit of small and exquisite beauty. The surrounding frog sounds, like playing a beautiful fantry music, but also is very suitable, it is a good place to care! I can't help quickly press the camera shutter and keep your eyes.
Night, take a shower, eat late night, read a child book, browse the photos, sleep. A few days of scenario movies in my mind: solemn Chairman Mao Memorial Hall, killing the brilliant Forbidden City, the rare underwater world, the beautiful Summer Palace, and a few short conversations, a few shallow thoughts , A little bit of sadness ...
naturally woke up, but six o'clock, packing things, just leaving the car.
In the train station, the people are full of people, with their respective minds and concerns, rushing to the four seas of the five lakes ...
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