当夜风吹着树梢,发出阵阵呜咽时,我是多么想念你啊!看着斜雨中飘落的花瓣,我无数次呼唤着你的名字。在十字路口,我问一个青年:“到圆明园怎么走?”那青年木然地回答:“哪里有个圆明园?”这声回答,使我震痛了,一阵强烈的屈辱感慢慢啮咬着我的心。啊,不可原谅的忘却啊!我的圆明园,你往昔烧毁的浓烟,倒塌的轰响和月光下的哭泣, I miss you so much when the night wind blows the tree branches and sobs, and I look at the petals falling in the rain and I call your name many times. At the crossroads, I asked a young man: “How did I get to Yuanmingyuan?” The young man replied casually: “There is a Yuanmingyuan? ” This voice answered, so I was hurt, a strong sense of humiliation slowly Bite my heart. Ah, unforgivable forget ah! My Summer Palace, the smoke you have destroyed in the past, the collapse of the roaring and the moonlight crying,