北京有故宫,故宫有红墙,红墙内有宫女。环佩生风,弃脂使御沟涨腻,题诗的红叶也流不出去了。这是我幼时的想象。后来随着学校到太和殿开过一次大会,把这绮丽的梦打破了。森严的宫殿,惨白的汉白玉栏杆,万头攒动如蚂蚁;地下铺的砖,坑洼碎裂,砖缝里冒出不顾一切的青草。倘到夜深人 Beijing has the Forbidden City, the Forbidden City has red walls, there are maids in the red walls. Wrapped in the ring wind, grease to greed the ditch greasy, poems of the leaves can not flow out. This is my childhood imagination. Later, with the school to the Hall of Supreme Harmony opened a meeting, the beautiful dream broke. Stately palaces, pale white marble railing, Wan Zuobu such as ants; underground shop tiles, pits fragmentation, cracks in the brick emerge desperate grass. If the night deep