But what impressed me the most was visiting the Konglin. As soon as I stepped into the Konglin, I felt the sadness of turning from sorrow to eternity. I walked through the fallen stone slabs on the ground, looked up at the cypress trees inserted into the sky, and looked around, like a mound of cemeteries. Makes me feel extremely sad. Two rows of cypress trees are winding, with 145 trees. The lecturers showed the spirit of Confucius, a Chinese spirit, and a spirit of never giving in! When we walked to the tomb of Confucius, a stone tablet that had experienced many vicissitudes came into view. According to the tour guide, the graves of Confucius and his descendants have been excavated by the leaders of Kuomintang reactionaries, and some tombstones even no longer exist. After years of erosion, tombstones have lost their former brilliance and splendor. But in any case, Confucius is still in our hearts forever.
the day's journey is over, and we are still reluctant to part. But the sight of Qufu, to let me for a long time.