Because of the early, not too many tourists, most of them are morning exercise people. Running, square dancing, disco, writing, shuttlecock ball, jumping rope ...... not happy. I looked at them, feeling the ancient pines in the sky, the lake ripples ...... in the crowd vaguely floating centuries of the Imperial Tombs, let me feel the solemnity of the Imperial Tombs.
The first time I stepped into the inner mausoleum, a different feeling, no more noise, more silence, let me slowly feel the vicissitudes of history of the great changes.
The passage of time, swallowed by the years of brick and mortar seems to tell the story of the past.
I tried my best to step over every stone brick, so I want to spend my life in such a favorite way ......