1918年的故宫,仿佛已经与外界绝缘了,冷冷清清,兀自在京城的心脏处,一点点凝固了人们的热血,磨钝了一双双曾经锐利的双眼,还伴着一些丝痴痴的帝王神话,在时代的洪流里,怯怯观望。那里还居住着一群清朝的遗老遗少,一群高贵庄重的木偶人。故宫的夕阳下,一个少年的双手飘摇地抚着一 The Forbidden City of 1918, as if it had been insulated from the outside world, deserted, in the heart of the capital, a little solidified people’s blood, blunt a pair of once had sharp eyes, accompanied by some silly idiots myth In the torrent of the times, timid and wait and see. There is also a group of old ruins of the Qing Dynasty, a group of noble and solemn puppets. Under the sunset of the Forbidden City, a teenager’s hands strutted carelessly