The symbol of Beijing 1 Beijing is a city with a long history. Years of carving have left precious symbols in every corner of Beijing, waiting for people to pick them up slowly. But what have people done for this favor?
Think of the square quadrangle and the blue-gray tiles. In an ancient charm, it embraces the friendship and happiness between neighbors. The quadrangle is undoubtedly the symbol of Beijing, but now, how many shades of blue and gray are left at the foot of the imperial city? How much warmth is left in the neighborhood between heaven and earth? In the roar, the quadrangle, as a symbol of Beijing, is fragmented.
Think of Hu Qin, the flower of Facebook, and a stage where thousands of years of joys and sorrows are staged. Beijing opera is undoubtedly the symbol of Beijing, but now, how many couplets are there that are "small stage, big stage and the world"? How many people can elaborate on the classics in the play? Amid the noise, Beijing Opera, as a symbol of Beijing, has gone further and further.
I think the tinkling ironware, hawking and shouting, all the hutongs are full of vitality because of the simple and musical shouting. Small derogatory shouting is the symbol of Beijing, and now, only a few people are left to sing the song "Grinding scissors-grinding kitchen knives"? How lonely is the candied haws without shouting? In silence, shouting, as a symbol of Beijing, disappeared into the blue sky.
I miss the juggling of Tianqiao, the paintings and calligraphy of Liulichang ... I stood on the ruins of the wall of the Yuan Dynasty and looked out. There used to be distant mountains, sunset and noisy Beijing flowing happily under my feet. Now, the tall four-way bridge makes me feel the smallness of history, and there is a sense of sadness for those symbols of Beijing that have passed away.
When we walk in the bustling Wangfujing, when we look up at the double helix of Zhongguancun, when we step onto the Millennium Monument and when we walk into the Capital Museum, we can all feel the pride and pride that these new symbols bring to Beijing. But let's not forget that Beijing has become Beijing because those ancient symbols that are about to become history, those people, things and things that are the foundation of Beijing with wordless support, the old people without wrinkles are sad, the ruins without ruins are powerless, and the antiques without dust are pale. Similarly, Beijing without quadrangles, Peking Opera, shouting, juggling on flyovers and Liulichang is mediocre and superficial.
Before these ancient symbols disappear, when Beijing is still Beijing, I want to shout: Please save the symbols in Beijing.
Symbol of Beijing 2 The rain in Suzhou is soft, the rain in Chengdu is soft, and the rain in Beijing is light and heavy.
Rain hits the bluestone board in Chengxian Street, the beautiful cypress trees in imperial academy, and the fluttering sleeves of Confucius who bows with a smile. As a result, even the rain has an ancient faint book fragrance.
Walking in the rain, you don't need an umbrella, because raindrops fall from the white locust tree and fall on your head with shame and dew, as if Master's teachings were immersed in your heart; And you, too, seem to have walked back to the ancient times, to the Hiram's Hospital where drums and music are flying and books are loud, and touched the gap in the stone tablet that has gone through a long time. Perhaps the names of our ancestors are among them.
Rain, Sophora japonica, Cooper, stone carving, Confucius statue, imperial academy, which may be the symbol of Beijing; What is hidden behind is the book fragrance.
The wind in Lingnan is very hot, the wind in Saibei is very cold, and the wind in Beijing is very warm and refreshing.
The wind wrinkled a pool of blue autumn water in Kunming Lake, and the wind messed up the flying reeds beside the Lugou Bridge, and the tiny bronze bells under the eaves of the Drum Tower. Then, Lian Feng with a gentle smile.
Walking in the wind, you might as well laugh with people as kind as Jin Feng. Pull up a paper sand swallow kite and let it take you flying in the clear blue sky of Beijing; Fly the ingenious kite old man together; It may be a pity that I can't hear the ancient and long cries of peddling in Kunyu River, but is there still a trace of Beijing opera, listening to Beijing movies? In the slightly drunk wind, you can hear the soft sound of Hutongkou Jinghu, the sunlight reflects the slightly blue screen wall, and the pigeon whistle resounds through the clear sky. Can you not be intoxicated?
Kites, silent children, hutongs and Peking Opera may be symbols of Beijing, but what is hidden behind them is deep folk customs.
The snow in the western regions is bleak, the snow in the Central Plains is heavy, and the snow in Beijing is as thick as a thousand years of history.
Snowflakes fell on the ruins of the Yuan Dynasty, on the golden tile red wall of the Forbidden City, and on the white marble table that remembered the ups and downs; The snow also fell on the solemn newly completed Capital Museum and the Olympic Stadium "Bird's Nest" which is under construction to embrace the world.
Snowflakes have fallen on my body, with the ancient observatory in my left hand and the modern Chang 'an Avenue in my right hand. The left hand is the red wall and green tile of the White Pagoda, and the right hand is the traffic in Zhongguancun; The left hand is history, and the ups and downs of honor and disgrace are endless; The right hand is the future and an inexhaustible brilliant vision. The hands of Beijingers are heavy and light, and their hearts bear the Millennium responsibility that falls on our shoulders, as the responsibility of the capital!
The Forbidden City, the White Pagoda, the Millennium Monument and Chang 'an Avenue may be symbols of Beijing, but what is hidden behind them is the heart of Beijingers bearing responsibility and history! Home is in Beijing, heart is in Beijing. It is the wish of every Beijinger to keep the symbols of history and create the symbols of the future.
Symbol 3 of Beijing: I saw Xiangzi fiddling with Xianyang in his hand, thinking about buying a car, chanting his own career, and the dark body and shiny tiles of the old Beijing rickshaw beside him sparkled; I saw Wang Shunfa busy cleaning the table, holding a matcha bowl to greet the guests, holding a big teapot in old Beijing in his hand, and the spout slowly sprayed water mist; I saw that the pomegranate beside the Bishuiling in the first room of Qijia was red, and the male prostitute in old Beijing held his head high on the table of the Eight Immortals in the yard, and the old man smiled and nodded. I saw Sha Zilong looking straight at the disciples without saying a word and thinking, "Don't pass it on! Don't cross! " In front of the main hall, Parker, an old Beijing escort agency, stood quietly in a corner, echoing its owner from a distance ... ザザザザザザザザザザザザザザ. Like a pot of jasmine tea, it is rich and fragrant with endless aftertaste.
I can't forget the taste of Mr. Lao She's Beijing cuisine-"The fat chestnuts in Liangxiang are fried with sugar in the pot, and even the tea and cigarettes under the pot are fragrant" "The sorghum red river crabs are packed in bamboo baskets and sold loudly along the street; Those who will enjoy it will gently crack the hairy crab feet with a Xiao Mu hammer in the restaurant "-only old Beijing will have such an attractive flavor; Only Mr. Lao She can appreciate it so emotionally and vividly! Although Xian Benren was born in Shandong, he was born and raised in Beijing, and he loves Beijing even more. He loves everything about old Beijing. In his eyes, old Beijing is just like the New Year pictures posted in previous years: festive and childlike, without losing the breath of kings; Delicate and exquisite, conveying the breath of culture. Mr. Lao She used his pen, his heart and his great love for Beijing to describe a real and ideal Beijing, a realistic and poetic Beijing. As a result, Mr. Lao She's words, his name, became a symbol of Beijing, a symbol of Beijing.
Mr. Lao She has been abroad and stayed abroad. He naturally understands that the times will eventually push "old Beijing" to "new Beijing", which is a mixed feeling. This kind of emotion is often revealed in his works.
Rui Xuan, the hero of Four Generations under One roof, likes to visit octagonal troughs, Dashilan and Liulichang, but he also laments that "these shops will soon disappear". Because of this, Mr. Lao She is striving to create the language and image of the new Beijing and the symbol of the new Beijing on the stage of the new era in Beijing.
Therefore, Mr. Lao She, as the discoverer, lover and creator of Beijing symbols, has become an eternal monument to Beijing's history and reality in the eyes and hearts of Beijingers.
Symbol 4 of Beijing: "Many cities have things that can represent their own cultural characteristics and have inheritance value. These things can be called symbols of the city. The Forbidden City and Siheyuan are symbols of Beijing. The juggling of Tianqiao and the shouting of hutong vendors are the symbols of Beijing; The paintings and calligraphy of Liulichang and the works of Lao She are the symbols of Beijing. Wangfujing Commercial Street and Zhongguancun Science Park are symbols of Beijing ... With the development of the times, new symbols of Beijing will appear in the future. It is the wish of Beijingers to keep the symbols of the past and create new ones.
In this regard, please write an article on the topic of "the symbol of Beijing" and talk about your feelings or opinions. In addition to poetry, the style is not limited, not less than 800 words. "
Appearance: Tang. Don Quixote, Sancho, a driver in Lu Yu Location: On the way to Beijing.
Don. Don Quixote: "Bark, you and other monsters want to drink bean juice?"
Driver: "sir, we are going to Beijing!" " "
Don. Don Quixote: "Going to Beijing means drinking bean juice. You wait for me to behead your leading knight. "
Action: The thin gentleman waved a rusty spear and went straight to the driver.
Sang Qiu: "Sir, slow down."
Don. Don Quixote (referring to the driver): "Do you have a permit to enter Beijing?"
The driver (trembling) said, "No, but I have a student ID card. I am a serious and good student. "
Don. Don Quixote: "Bark! I have argued irrationally, and I will use the great knight Don. Don Quixote. De. Punish you in the name of La Mancha. "
Action: The gentleman rushed forward and accidentally slipped in front of the car.
Lens: Close-up of face, pain.
A traffic police patrol car rang not far away.
A driver (panicked): Sir, get up quickly, or the patrol will arrest me as a traffic accident when they arrive!
Don. Don Quixote: You should send me to Beijing-
A driver (with a long face, he must pay a dime if he wants to go to the hospital): This. ...
Sang Qiu (throwing luggage in the car to greet a driver): Don't worry, just buy ten bowls and eight bowls of bean juice for my grandfather, and his madness will be over!
Everyone got on the bus and left for Beijing.
Symbol of Beijing 5 The capital of China is Beijing, which is an ancient capital of culture and art with a long history. Many monarchs in history chose it as their capital. The culture and art, green mountains and green waters, special cuisine and historical and cultural sites overlooking here are all well known. However, this is not the most unforgettable impression in my travel memory.
What I remember vividly is the taste of "Beijing dialect" from Shanghai. If you come to a quiet and antique hutong, you will hear the distinctive Beijing dialect. That taste is unique and refreshing. In many articles, when I think of Beijing in the past, I say, "What impressed me most about Beijing in the past were the long alleys, neat quadrangles, a mouthful of Beijing dialect, and the scene of three or five old people sitting together playing erhu and singing Beijing opera in the afternoon." Such words seem to give everyone an imaginary indoor space, and let us present a long-awaited Beijing time-honored painting. Today's Beijing is already a fast-paced city with many high-rise buildings and busy traffic. However, when I heard the unique design style of Beijing dialect, the painting axis of an old Beijing brand was clearly displayed in front of me.
In addition to the unique Beijing accent, Beijing attracted me deeply, and the famous candied haws also wanted me to finish my work. I'm not from Shanghai, but I like the short stories of Beijing time-honored brands. I seem to have seen the other side of Beijing from books such as Old Things in the South of the City and Camel Xiangzi. In the book, the shouts of candied haws are heard in the long alley. They usually hold a stick and push a car on it. When I was a child, there was a sugar-coated gourd seller at the gate, which attracted my shouts and shouted at the top of my voice: "Sugar-coated gourd-"The old hutong described in the book has become a famous Wangfujing and food street in Beijing, but the taste of sugar-coated gourd remains the same. The red hawthorn fruit is covered with a thin layer of sugar. The sugar is well-proportioned and meticulous, and the sound of biting down is crisp, and then it becomes a hawthorn that is not hard enough, sour and sweet.
In the blink of an eye, the ancient city of culture and art for thousands of years has become a smart city, and such great changes have brought about the promotion of our country. Although the once hutongs and alleys have disappeared, the long-standing culture of China has not changed, and the craftsmanship of these craftsmen is still brilliant in today's world. Opera, candied haws, the Great Wall in Wan Li, China, and the Forbidden City in Beijing, a unique and charming symbol of Beijing, are still shaking in front of everyone!
The symbol of Beijing. The brilliant fragrance of spring flowers adorns my desolate heart. The dense shade of Xia Shu erased my gloomy expression; The autumn wind is cool and sad, stirring my fragile heartstrings; The biting snow in winter sobered my confused thoughts. Whenever the seasons change, whenever I see these scenes, I feel dejected and miss my favorite quadrangle.
In my world, the quadrangle is the most beautiful. It is a symbol of Beijing and an eternal memory. ...
Five-year-old me, with songs in my ears, echoed in the courtyard.
"Weave, weave, weave a flower basket. There are children in the flower basket, and the children's names are flower baskets ... "Under the old pagoda tree in the yard, we little girls always like to play such games, while the boys are running and making noise, with toy guns in their hands and shooting sounds in their mouths. Boys and girls, everyone is so happy. As night fell, everyone set up loungers and sat under the trees. Boys and girls played hide and seek. I remember at that time, I always liked to lie behind the scarlet gate of the quadrangle and peep out with my small eyes. When you are tired of playing, you sit on the ground and listen to your grandparents telling old stories. At that time, I always looked at the sky, waiting for the cowherd and the weaver girl to meet, waiting for the magpies in the treetops to build a bridge. Watching, I fell into a sweet dream, and the quadrangle in my dream became the home of the cowherd and the weaver girl.
When I was ten years old, I heard the sound of books in the yard.
When I came home from school, I put my car aside and left it unlocked. Several children gathered on the small stone tables and stools in the yard to do their homework and read the text. "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." Several children looked up through the thick leaves to see the crescent moon rising in Ran Ran in the blue sky, and then lowered their heads to "miss their hometown". Yes, our hometown is this beautiful quadrangle. Occasionally, some blond "foreigners" come to the yard. They are all lamenting the square courtyard, the towering countryside, the harmony of the neighborhood and the coolness of the well water. Their eyes showed an irresistible jealousy. Grandma said this is a building that can't be found outside Beijing. It is the symbol of Beijing. I said, "I don't understand, why?" Grandma pointed to the jujube seedling in the yard and said to me, "When it grows as tall as you, you will understand. Maybe grandma is right. Siheyuan is a symbol of Beijing. "
At the age of fifteen, the rumble of bulldozers echoed in the yard.
The word "demolition" written in white came to the wall of the courtyard with a big circle. I cried the day the bulldozer came. I believe that I have lived in the most beautiful, quiet and kind quadrangle for more than ten years, and it was razed to the ground under the clutches of this big guy. I asked my grandmother tearfully, "Didn't you say that the quadrangle is the symbol of Beijing? The jujube tree is taller than me, but why is the quadrangle gone! " Grandma's eyes are shining, too. She hugged me and said, "Son, you are right. Siheyuan and Sophora japonica are the symbols of Beijing. They will never disappear. Look over there, the red, yellow and blue fitness park, the big butterfly in Xidan and the pedestrian street in Wangfujing are also symbols of Beijing, just like grandma and you, young and old! " I nodded, tears still flowing.
Nowadays, whenever I see the surviving quadrangles, there is always irrepressible kindness and sadness in my chest. I miss my childhood and my quadrangles. But when I see tall new buildings, I will be happy and proud of the new symbol of Beijing.
Siheyuan is tea, fresh and quiet; The new building is coffee, modern and refreshing. I love quadrangles and new buildings, and I love Beijing and its symbols.
The symbol of Beijing: Seven emperors ascended the throne, and the ministers kowtowed. Judy named this country Yongle, and from then on, he became Emperor Amin. His first imperial edict was to erase his nephew Emperor Wen Jian from the history books.
He has been on pins and needles since the day he attacked Jinchuanmen in Nanjing. Emperor Wen Jian disappeared. Did he die by fire, or did he really escape from the palace? Not only did he feel uncomfortable, but also the ministers and people in Nanjing did not admire the usurper, and it was inevitable to "watch his path" in private.
People's dissatisfaction with Judy can't be underestimated. The knife cuts bread and fingers. He disliked the city more and more, so he began to secretly plan a plan to move the whole capital back to his original place-Beiping.
He told the ministers that moving the capital to the north was the unfinished business of Taizu Hongwu, and the son of heaven guarding the border was also an important supplement to the northern defense line. Besides, it's time to clear the Grand Canal and move the capital to Beijing. Everything he said is reasonable, and everyone has to accept it.
A few years later, Beijing has built a metropolis, a majestic Forbidden City, a solemn hall for praying for the New Year and layers of walls as solid as iron barrels. The ceremony of moving the capital was very lively. It is the first time that officials from all countries have seen such a grand occasion to come to Korea. Envoys from various countries presented gifts one after another, the most dazzling of which was the unicorn brought from Africa by Zheng He, the great eunuch.
It was at this time that the prototype of Beijing, where we now live, was completed. At that time, the symbol of Beijing was "heaven", the son of heaven was there, the Temple of Heaven stood tall, the Temple of Heaven stood tall, and the animals were auspicious.
For hundreds of years, Beijing's dignity as a heaven has been humiliated by foreigners' cannons, and China's glorious spirit has become history.
When the people of China rose up against the insults of foreign powers and the oppression of the old imperial court and finally won, what should be the symbol of Beijing became a difficult problem.
It has been suggested that the establishment of a new symbol should surpass the previous generation and reflect the belief of China people in democracy and self-improvement. This is the Great Hall of the People as we know it. It has also been suggested that overthrowing old symbols is like overthrowing old ideas and establishing a new order. This is the scene of tearing down the city walls and building roads.
After all, the flow of the long river of history is not controlled by a few people. The symbol of Beijing is still "the sky". It's Tiananmen. It can be proved on the national emblem and on the map. However, just like the two words written on the wall of the square, "Tian" at this time is no longer an arrogant slogan, but a prayer for world peace.
Of course, it has only been a few decades since China really went to China, and people's understanding of the world is no longer "two-thirds of people live in dire straits". Today, the earth is like a small village, and every modern big city has countless symbols. However, I hope that Beijing, as the capital of China and one of the largest cities in the world, will always keep this unchanging wish for thousands of years, that is, the world is blessed and the world is one.
The symbol of Beijing is always "the sky".
I don't know if my family has been from Beijing for more than five generations. But I grew up in a quadrangle in an alley in Huashi Street, Chongwen District, Beijing, since I can remember my grandfather. Can you believe it? ! Look at our family tree, our authentic old Beijing.
As an old resident of old Beijing, I often recall my childhood living in a quadrangle: holding a blue-edged sea bowl left by my father in my hand, with a shiny head, bare spine, towel boards on my shoulders, wearing shorts and slippers, squatting on the threshold of the yard, holding half a cucumber in my hand and chewing new garlic in my mouth, and whistling away.
"Have you eaten? ! "Then stare big eyes waiting for the neighbor's reply and add:
"Come in, bowl of noodles. My mother made it. It smells good! " Then continue to chew and swallow the whole root without chewing. Then add a sentence to the distant back: "See you later!"
Now this scene is completely gone. Demolition moved my family from the city to the western suburbs, and I couldn't leave the house when I went to the toilet. I am very depressed, my mother is gone, and eating the old haha noodles has become a permanent memory. Although my wife Eiko is virtuous, she can't always eat old haha noodles. The old Beijing Zhajiang noodle restaurant on the street always tastes sweet and sizzling, but it is not delicious at all and more expensive.
Laid off, bought out of service, don't want to find a job and listen to other people's criticism to come to my grandson. I can eat and drink all my life with the rental funds allocated after the demolition and the old-age insurance a few years later, and my wife and son don't care much about me.
So I wandered around Beijing like a gangster in old Beijing, for nothing but savoring Beijing snacks.
Make a monthly ticket, and people in 49 cities ask about the traces of Beijing snacks in order to find the taste of old Beijing. I'm not talking about Beijing roast duck and Wang Zhihe stinky tofu, but about bean juice and inby's old pickles.
That is simply the cultural heritage of the old Beijingers.
In the evening, I held my wife Eiko and looked at the moon outside the window, recalling the scene when my grandfather took me to Long Fu Temple to eat Beijing snacks when I was a child.
Eiko said, "How many kinds of Beijing snacks can you remember? Always say that you are old Beijing, then tell me the name of Beijing snacks! "
So I broke my fingers and said with endless aftertaste: "Meat patties, poached fire, spiral lions, fried liver, stewed fire, sheep's eye buns, bean juice, Yingbier, Juice patties, yellow peas, fried belly, noodles tea, donkey rolling, steamed dumplings, steamed dumplings, goat's milk sausages and kidneys."
Eiko fell asleep in my arms with a sweet smile on her face, and soon I fell asleep too.
I dreamed that I was still sitting on the threshold of the old quadrangle, holding a big bowl of blue lace, drinking the noodles made by my mother and greeting my neighbors:
"Have you eaten?"