Pre-trial photography club English

Through a black-and-white photo, I looked at his angular facial outline, exquisite three-dimensional facial features and neat short hair. At that time, he wore a pair of round glasses and a straight suit, just like an intellectual who returned to China during the Republic of China. The melancholy in his eyebrows can't cover up the corners of his mouth slightly raised at that moment. Although the joy flashed in the curved eyebrows only stayed for a few seconds, it was captured by a skilled photographer. As a result, his gentle eyes froze at that moment. Moreover, this is also a good impression he left me at the beginning. He was the last emperor Puyi. A legendary figure, now, I want to get close to him again through time and space.

In that stormy era, Puyi was lucky. He was born in luxurious and warm Wang Fu, where he has kind grandparents, loving parents, strong family background and enviable life experiences. Wang Fu's high wall separates him from the war-torn world outside. He just plays with his brothers and sisters in the colorful yard, or under the breezy window, holding a book in his hand. Perhaps, this scene was seen by Cixi, who was in power. She remembered her son who died young, remembered that his son was so clever and sensible, loved reading, and remembered that his son followed her sweetly. This scene made her eyes moist, but the soft heartstring in her heart was finally touched. So, with maternal love, she took him to the Forbidden City and gave him the best throne, even the throne with less than one person and more than ten thousand people. However, she also gave him endless pressure and made him feel at a loss. When the young Puyi sat on the wall of a hundred feet palace, the trajectory of fate had quietly changed.

He ran wildly in the resplendent palace and stumbled through the three palaces and six courtyards, but he couldn't find his way home. Finally, holding his head, he squatted silently beside the dry well in the cold palace. He whispered to grandma's mother in the dim palace, and the shallow song passed through the huge palace but could not hear any reply. Finally, he curled up and hid in a dark corner, shivering. During the day, he returned to the palace crying, but this heartbroken homesickness was scolded by Cixi. When his resistance exhausted Cixi's goodwill, he finally got a severe warning and threat from Cixi. Finally, he gave up fighting for the home that he could never go back. From then on, he read four books and five classics, followed three cardinals and five certificates, and became a puppet emperor in name only in the Forbidden City.

Pear blossoms turned white several times. The child bound by Qian Qian's ethics has grown into a graceful teenager, but his eyes are always covered with a layer of melancholy and sadness that can't be concealed. He can't control his life, even his marriage is helpless. Under the control of power, he married both empress wanrong and shufei wenxiu. Maybe God blessed him a little. In the cold palace wall, he and Wanrong had a little affection. They spent a wonderful few years together, learned fluent English together and gave themselves an English name. Moreover, Puyi has a close relationship with her younger siblings, and several people often exchange foreign cultures in English. During that time, Puyi was extremely excited and ecstatic, as if more than ten years of depression and bitterness were swept away. This time, regardless of the so-called feudal ethics, even regardless of his own emperor status, he cut off the long braids that Manchu people were proud of, took off his robes and put on glasses. However, the exhausted Cixi can only turn a blind eye. Perhaps that time was the best time in Puyi's life. At that time, he was accompanied by someone he liked, and his brother and sister were also there.

But happiness is short-lived. Even if you abdicate, you can't get a lifetime of stability. Finally, the Qing Dynasty was kicked out of the Forbidden City. In the uproar of fireworks, he collapsed like a homeless child. He wandered in the palace of the restaurant, he was helpless in the Japanese legation in Tianjin, and he was at a loss in his rented house "Bird". With the help of the Japanese, he established his own puppet Manchukuo, and he was eager to rebuild the Qing Dynasty and reproduce the prosperity of Kangxi Qianlong era. But under the supervision and manipulation of the Japanese, he is not a puppet. The hard life made him more confused and desperate about the future. He knows the Japanese ambition, but he has to be attached to the Japanese. When his inflated ambition was increasingly exposed and even obviously ignored, he realized that the hope of rejuvenating the country was slim, so he fled Tianjin and went to the Soviet Union, but he was jailed for several years.

Puyi was ill-fated, even her marriage and love experienced twists and turns. On the way to escape, Wenxiu successfully escaped with the help of her family, and divorced Puyi according to the laws of the Republic of China. She struggled for wenxiu for many years, but Puyi couldn't get a penny in her heart. She was sad for her own life and for the life of Manchu, so she escaped from the cage that suffocated her. But this divorce incident made Puyi suffer great humiliation. He frowned and blamed all this on Wanrong, and their feelings were exhausted in drifting. There were five women in his life, Wanrong and noble Tan Yuling died tragically, Li Wenxiu divorced and left, and noble Li waited for him for ten years, and his wife Li accompanied him through the last life after the founding of the People's Republic of China. For him, he is lucky. When he was down and out, someone was waiting for him to protect him, but he was incompetent. He can't give his woman a stable life. He doesn't really care about protecting every woman in his life. When he looked back on the past and faced the vicissitudes of life, he gently told all the joys and sorrows of my first half. Time flies, and the first half of his life is enough for him to recall the second half. Maybe, he will laugh in his memory, maybe, cry in his memory, maybe, cry and laugh in his memory. But none of this matters. What is important is that there was once a teenager who flew out of the Forbidden City in the war, flying lonely and messy, flying all over, but still flying out of the happy rest of his life. People have passed away, but books still exist. That story can only be read carefully in the first half of his life.

Sometimes I think, if he didn't enter the palace to be emperor, maybe he is still the carefree teenager in the palace. Listening to cicadas in the evening breeze, my father is drunk in this life, and he will meet a sweetheart who will enjoy the flowers falling in front of the palace during the day and watch the clouds rolling in the sky. After dark, he will drink tea and read books in the evening. When they read something in common, they will lower their eyebrows and smile at each other. If the dynasty falls and Wang Fu ceases to exist, they will leave all their anonymity to live the fireworks life of ordinary people, watch the seasons change day and night in the countryside together, laugh at the world together, and then grow old together. Or perhaps, under the impetus of the May 4th new trend of thought, he would bravely rush out of his feudal family and join in the liberation struggle in China, just like Chueh-hui in Home. But this is not out of the selfishness of saving the Qing Dynasty, but because he realized that the subversion of the dynasty was an inevitable process, so he would rather let go of his ego and achieve greater self. Maybe, he will go abroad for further study, maybe, he will escape into an empty net, maybe, he will have many possibilities. But no matter what is possible, I think the result must be better than now.

The boy standing on the wall, he always tries to break through the feudal ethics, and he is always eager to fly out of the Forbidden City. Although he lived the first half of his life involuntarily, his heart had already flown over Qian Shan, and he had already seen through all the worldly affairs. The sales of cigarettes in the Republic of China have been exhausted, but there is still a faint fragrance in the historical sky, a unique fragrance about that teenager. I seem to see him from the ink-scented words and see him smiling at me. Since then, he has lived between my eyebrows for generations.