As a result, the distance between time and space has become indifferent, the gap between years has disappeared, and the process of browsing history is no longer boring, but just a sense of vicissitudes of history. I remember when I visited Tiananmen Square in Beijing-at that time, the tower was still open for tourists to go up and down-I slowly stroked the steps and walked up the stairs, as if with a kind of excitement that passed through the years, I wrote a 900-word "900 words of living historical composition". Looking down from the tower, the traffic under the city gate is endless, so the classical and the modern are separated-separated but unwilling to give way to each other: on the city gate, it is the traces of history that have experienced vicissitudes; Under the city gate, the flood of the new era leads from the avenue to the distance.
At this time, I really understand that history is not sleeping, it is accumulated in this cultural heritage, just living quietly. Many people are not very clear about the value of cultural heritage. They think these monuments should be buried in historical cemeteries like lost books. Even if they are valuable, they are only for the pleasure of watching and playing. As we all know, if cultural heritage is just a sightseeing place, why should it be defined as "heritage" and repaired and maintained? As a gift of history, cultural heritage is a kind of inheritance of value, which is especially precious. If abandoned and destroyed, it will only leave broken historical sites. I once read in a book that Liang Sicheng, the son of Liang Qichao, a famous reformer, was crying to protect the quaint and regular layout of Beijing at the beginning of the founding of New China. However, due to the development of the city, many ancient buildings were demolished.
Looking back now, I can still imagine Mr. Liang's grief when he faced the collapsed cultural relics. What impressed him was obviously not the bricks and tiles of ancient buildings, but the beams of history; From the corner of his eye, he shed not only his own tears, but also the bitterness of history. History is alive, living in one cultural relic after another. We look through the printed books and respect the author's hard work; And when we open the history books, we should also respect this living history.