那天,正是北京十月的响晴天,天空一派澄蓝,蓝得透明。草木才沾凉露,没有枯黄,却显出几分苍老。圆明园遗址在初肃的秋气中显得格外肃穆萧寥。走在废弃的雨道上,抚摸着那断裂的高大石柱。从那石质的洁白和雕刻的精美,可以想象当年皇家园林的气势,而今已矣。大法会的后面,有一处宫殿的遗址,只残存着断垣、石基和矮柱。 That day, it was Beijing’s sunny days in October. The sky was clear blue and blue was transparent. Herb before James dip cold, no yellow, but showing a bit old. Yuanmingyuan ruins in the early autumn Quxu seem particularly solemn Xiao Liao. Walk in the abandoned rain, stroking the broken tall pillars. From that stony white and carved exquisite, you can imagine the momentum of the imperial garden that year, now carry on. Behind the Dafa, there is a palace ruins, only remnants of ruins, stone base and short columns.