Its pretty tacky there,free tickets,a few exhibition rooms as its embranchment,a considerable number of tourists,and the inside shop charged ridiculously high.
The first department i wandered in is the History Museum.From the first seigneur established his kingdom,within thousands of years evolvement in dynasties,along to today's modern age,it seems as if all is a vision of dream,or an illusion of a midsummer.
If these walls could talk,if the land beneath our feet could speak,there wouldnt be so many stories and figures abandoned for modern audience.Those black and white photos
fading light yellow and grey,still cannot console those plaintive souls roaming in the air.
Ages passed and will ever pass along,as if oceans all dried out,and stones all became stinged or eroded,and civilizations all prospered before ruined.
The land where my feet touches,where the dust of a misty mood ascends and spreads,where the crops produced,and where we build up our homeland and society,keeps still in silence for ages as if a symbol of sympathy,meditation,love or consolation.
Yes,nothing is immortal.While people are arguing about varied politics,about ambitions and competitions,about wealth and desires,while so many phenomena and fashions appears in sequence,while festivals and carnivals are put up,and everyone is filled inside the drama of providence,the land utters nothing,waits for time sliding quietly.But i know million years later,the land would pour his secret word to another universe.
The essays following the photos faithfully record the information of the history of my homeland.Because its isolated geographically to inland by mountains,while facing the oceans in the other side,people here acquired a mature skill of sailing and hunting,producting and trading.And the beautiful scenery made it a great inspiration for forming a rich culture,which includes something like literature,painting,calligraphy,handicraft,ancient drama,music,religion and science,ect.But noticeably its quite quiet in politics for a long period since the ancient transportation is undeveloped thus making the connection not so much.From this,i think i understand myself better,like the disadvantages from other people of alien cultures,and other features i always have to some extent,but wasnt aware of enough.
And the second museum i set foot in,was Nature Museum.And poor me,first time to know clearly that dinasours are the ancestors of birds nowadays.I think someday i must raise a bird.And of course,the museum indicated that the colourful world is being ruined and destroyed by our industry and the abuse of natural resource.To be honest,the modern age in my opinion,possesses a subtle prospect.It could be either towards a door where another space is introduced and spreaded,or towards a door where people get nuts and insane,and everything deserted or ruined in ashes.In ancient time and classical age,human is a sincere and naughty child to the nature,friendly or exactly impuissant,and ages past,human got more and more evil and wild,like a person addicted to sex or stimulation,they demand more and more indulgence of joy thus reflecting on more and more pains and harms.The world was set up random at first,and only human decided definitions and notions,and established rules and systems by his sense organs.It should be perfectly suitable because god makes people this way.But the people gradully felt unsatisfied,hence developing more and more addictions without restriction.
I consider it a destiny rather than a story.You know,some modern people even understood the world worse than the Epicurus who's almost 2200 years born earlier.This utterly proves that though human can realize something for a moment,but they cant change anything any more.
As Elton John sang in a lyric:this train dont stop there any more.Well,i say,The train i am inside,i actually dont know where its going on.
But usally in the end,i realize that these questions are boring.For instance,when you buy a box of chocolate home,would the chocolate know where hes going on?Anyway it must make no senses.
Afterwards,i felt a bit tired,so i cancelled visiting some other branches,like handicrafts,provisions,ect.On the way home,i found the sun blazing very gently,and the wind kissed my forhead and facecheek like a fresh verve of Debussy,let alone the wandering clouds,they are nearly a floating poem of affection.In a subtle feeling,i suddenly wanna sing the song"...we will never feel bad any more..."
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