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1. Find a small box from the storage room! The box was already very dirty. I was very curious. When I opened it, I saw several books! I know, that’s what I hid ten years ago. There are my beloved comic books and Wu Chengen’s Journey to the West!

These old books bring back memories of my childhood! I miss you so much! A memory brand, deeply engraved in my heart!

These old books remain unchanged. Although getting heavy under the dust! But still, I remember that at that time, I still wrote my name in writing! I threw away the dust and saw that I was so childish and my handwriting was very sloppy! But I was thinking about the old book, which took me completely back to the past. Thinking about that time, it felt so relaxing! In the blink of an eye, time flies by! Then I came to the palace of reading! My childhood memories are in these old books. My friends and I read through Wu Chengen's Journey to the West. We often fantasized that if I were also Sun Wukong, I would have 72 transformations and somersault clouds! Very good! We were at the bottom of the steps, reading word for word, until the sun went down and we went home for dinner!

When I was in elementary school, I was caught peeping in class and made to stand for 2 hours. It was noon and the two of them felt extremely hot!

Now, open the old book! The changes of an era are like this, even if it takes more than ten years, it will look completely new! There was no color painting back then, just plain black and white! Although it is inconspicuous now!

I watched it again, and a feeling of nostalgia came to my heart! I miss it so much! My childhood made me feel sour!

Old books are in the past, they will be witnesses of a piece of history! We are also going to find old books and open them. It will give you an inexplicable feeling!

Now, I dust it away again and put it in the box! Let him continue to be in my memory! Hope to open it again in the future!

2. The story of Beijing’s demolition

Perhaps the shock to the soul later brought about the shock to China’s urban landscape? And has this led to a major reconstruction of Chinese cities like "rip it down and start over again"?

But in the opinion of some people, China, as an ancient civilization, should learn from Europe in terms of urban construction and expansion, rather than from the "New World" of North America, which has a history of only more than 200 years.

In May of this year, when I went to Beijing to interview the middle class, at the invitation of freelance writer Xu Zhiyuan, I made a special trip to a bookstore that he and his literary friends opened on the site of the Old Summer Palace in the western suburbs of Beijing - "Single Bookstore". "Xiangjie Bookstore". In the bookstore, Xu Zhiyuan recommended a book to me: "City Chronicles" written by Xinhua News Agency reporter Wang Jun.

After returning to London, I read this book carefully. After covering it up, I realized that in the urban "modernization" movement that had been vigorously carried out in the past ten years after I left China, how many historical buildings and precious cultural relics had become "ghosts" flying up and down with demolition hoes; After reading the book, I realized that if all Chinese urban planning officials were like me when planning to renovate old cities, the consequences would be disastrous.

The book begins with a typical Beijing demolition story -

On September 24, 1998, a dozen farmers from Sichuan rounded up their iron hoe and struck it three times. Five divided by two, the new Guangdong Museum in Beijing was demolished. On the eve of the Reform Movement of 1898 100 years ago, Kang Youwei established the Baoguo Association in this courtyard at No. 11 Nanheng Street, Xuanwu District, Beijing.

A contractor surnamed Wang told the author Wang Jun at the time: "I have been demolishing houses in Beijing for eight years, and there have been many demolitions of this kind of houses. Two or three months ago, a house near the Imperial College was demolished. I demolished the temple. It’s really big. We can’t control that much. If the demolition office gives us money, we will demolish it. If they give us money to demolish the Forbidden City, we will demolish it too.”

This book also writes. There are many other sad demolition stories.

Wang Jun also quoted in the book a passage said by China's national architectural design master Kaiji Kaiji in 2000: "I have been to many places, Paris and Beijing are the best. Paris is well protected, and Beijing is the best." It’s terrible! A female reporter from the Italian newspaper Solidarity interviewed me. She said that Beijing is Poor Hong Kong. It’s so sad that such a world-famous cultural city is not even as good as Hong Kong.”

< p>After reading this book, I re-examined the expansion of London that I had looked down on in the past, and found a lot worth learning from Beijing: Like Beijing, London is also an ancient cultural city, but after World War II, London did not The city center demolished the old and built new ones, but basically retained the original appearance of the old city, carefully protected the historical monuments, and planned more than ten developable new city bases in the surrounding areas of the old city. Although the British government changed many times later, the famous British government The "Greater London Plan" formulated under the leadership of urban planner Sir Abercrombie remained unchanged, and a series of surrounding new cities were later built.

Now I am gradually able to appreciate the charm of those old buildings and ancient streets and alleys in London: when I take a walk along the Thames with my colleagues during work breaks, I may unintentionally step on what Shakespeare once walked. A certain section of the stone path; I went to watch a theater in the city center with my family on the weekend. Looking back suddenly, I might look into the melancholy eyes of the bronze sculpture Wilde...

If London also imitates New York, in the city The center is massively demolishing historical buildings, building skyscrapers, widening stone paths, and expanding three-dimensional boulevards. Then London will be nothing more than a Poor New York.

In fact, even Americans who do not have a long historical tradition are desperately trying to protect their meager cultural relics.

I still remember that in 2002, I traveled to Philadelphia, USA, and visited a museum that was highly recommended by a local tour guide. I paid for the ticket, but after entering the museum, I walked around for less than half an hour and came out.

It’s not because I’m impatient, but because this so-called “museum” is actually just an ordinary residence with only a few “exhibition rooms” - it was the first sewing machine in the United States at the beginning of the United States’ independence. Flag of an ordinary seamstress' residence. I looked at each exhibit carefully and read the English description of the exhibits two or three times, but it didn't take me half an hour.

I think that if the new Guangdong Museum in Beijing is turned into a museum, the exhibits will definitely be richer than the "museum" in Philadelphia, USA, and the tourists who buy tickets will definitely feel more valuable than me. It’s worth the trip.”

3. An old photo

That old photo with spots and blurry face carries many winds, rains and tears, and is constantly washed and refreshed in the long river of history. ——Inscription When I was a child, my parents went home to celebrate the New Year, and my father bought a new mobile phone with a camera function. That cell phone is definitely a rare thing in my eyes. I always pester my father to take pictures of me. After taking pictures, I can’t get enough of them and I have to show them off to my sister. My sister also pestered me to take pictures, so my father simply let us take the pictures ourselves. We were just crazy with fun. You patted me and I patted you in the snow, like two little sparrows in winter. After returning home, I ignored my hands that were red from the cold and just rushed to show the photos to my parents. My mother smiled and said, "You are the only one who loves beauty, but you still don't know what she looked like when she was a child?" "What did she look like?" I opened my eyes wide. "There should be photos." Mother walked towards the room. In the dusty dark red box, my mother dug out a dark yellow photo. "Why is it like this? Aren't they all destroyed?" "Well, it wasn't easy to take pictures back then. It's good to be able to keep one." I muttered in my heart: Is it so difficult? Before the Lantern Festival, my parents embarked on the journey to go out to work. At that time, I lamented for a long time, not because of my father's distance, but because of the cell phone that could take pictures. Now, I already have my own mobile phone. And the quality is very high. But now I no longer love it so much. When I took out the dark yellow photo again, I vaguely saw my former self. That blurry outline is the epitome of childhood. This photo solidifies the past me. Now that I have grown up, from childhood to childhood, from childhood to youth, the tears, smiles, failures, and successes of more than ten years have all been condensed into this photo. By chance, I saw a black and white photo on a wall. I didn’t know where it was. In the photo, I could only vaguely see a low bungalow and a few wooden boats moored. However, I recognized the new photo next to it—— That's Shenzhen. My heart couldn't help but tremble suddenly. I looked back at the black and white photo. High-rise buildings seemed to rise from the ground at this moment, and the wooden boats turned into steamers and ships. The black and white photo seemed to have been blown away by the spring breeze and turned into color. This photo with spots and blurry face has carried many winds, rains and tears. It is constantly washed and refreshed in the long river of time... Just like a growing child, traveling day and night in the wind and rain, constantly changing in the years. This is A growing child, this is China growing up. Endnote: I solemnly inserted this old photo into my diary. History will also solidify the rise of the Chinese nation into a photo, sandwiched in the diary of the years, waiting for future generations to look through.

4. An old photo

By chance, I saw an old photo. It confirms the true scene when Japanese invaders bombed the Shanghai Railway Station on August 28, 1937.

In the photo, a once prosperous scene was reduced to ruins amid a burst of indiscriminate bombing. Only broken overpasses, twisted railways, dilapidated houses, fragments of bricks and tiles on the ground were left... and a lonely little boy.

Why is this little boy, only two or three years old, sitting alone in the ruins crying? Where are his parents? Questions came to my mind one after another. Perhaps, his parents were taking him to escape by train and were looking for a safe place. Unexpectedly, before boarding the train, the Japanese invaders' fighter planes had already dropped vicious bombs. As a young boy, he lost his parents and could only sit on the ground helplessly, crying heartbrokenly...

I thought that the reporter would definitely help him after taking the photo. He will surely grow into a useful person to society under the love of well-wishers and contribute to the construction of New China. When he grows up, he will definitely lend a helping hand to children in need.

However, I also thought that in that era, the Japanese invaders trampled on our China far more than a train station. There must be many poor children who lost their relatives in the ruthless artillery fire of the Japanese and could not get help. Those children probably died before they grew up because no one gave them food to eat. Some children may survive, but if left unattended, they may become thieves. Because no one gave him money to survive, and no one told him what to do and what not to do.

Thinking of this, I really hate the Japanese invaders. How many happy homes have they destroyed? How many children have they left wandering on the streets without their parents and care? I looked at this picture and thought about it, and I felt that our life was much happier than those children. I sympathize with those children who have experienced war and smoke. I think how wonderful it would be if there were no wars in the world? Those children can live a happy life like us.

Haihai is the largest city in China, with developed industry and bustling streets. After the "July 7th Incident", the Japanese aggressors launched the "August 13th Incident" in Shanghai out of the need to expand the war of aggression against China. The Japanese military headquarters successively mobilized 200,000 troops to attack Shanghai, and at the same time dispatched more than 100 aircraft to repeatedly carry out devastating bombings on Shanghai.

On the afternoon of August 14, 1937, Japanese planes bombed Shanghai. A bomb fell on the Bund of Nanjing Road, destroying Chinachem Hotel and Huizhong Hotel. Bodies were littered along Nanjing Road. Among the remains of the bombed-out buildings, the injured were crushed underneath, moaning and screaming. The victims of the bombing were mangled with blood and flesh, and their limbs were mutilated. A few minutes later, the intersection of Yuqiagliao Road and Aidoya Road was also bombed. This area is also one of the bustling areas of Shanghai, with many refugees gathering on both sides of the road. The bomb fell here, and most of the nearby houses were blown up or collapsed. More than 20 cars parked on the roadside all caught fire. Electric cables were blown off and fell to the ground, causing fires, making the disaster even more tragic. The severed limbs of the bombed victims were scattered everywhere, and the streets were stained red with blood.

In this bombing, the Communist Party killed 1,742 innocent civilians, injured 1,873 people, and destroyed and burned houses and properties that are incalculable.

At noon on August 23, 1937, Japanese planes bombed the downtown area of ??Nanjing Road and Zhejiang Road. Xianshi Company was bombed, wires were broken, and many fires broke out. 215 people were killed, including a young The mother was lying in a pool of blood, and only two bloody feet were left of the child in her arms. In addition, more than 570 people were killed.

At 2 pm on August 28 of the same year, Japanese planes bombed the Shanghai South Railway Station wildly. Shanghai originally had two stations, north and south. After the "August 13th" incident, the north station was in a war zone and traffic was completely cut off. The south station became the only exit for land transportation. At that time, refugees from Shanghai and nearby areas flocked to flee, and the South Station was overcrowded. The first batch of four Japanese planes dropped bombs on the South Station, killing more than 500 refugees. After a while, eight more Japanese planes flew over the South Station and dropped bombs, killing more than 200 people. The station overpass, platform, and railway tracks were blown to pieces, and the ground was covered with charred and mutilated corpses. The platform was strewn with corpses, covered with lead and wooden boards. Many women who were killed in the bombing hugged their children without heads or limbs in the square. The incendiary bombs thrown by the Japanese planes caused the station and the Waijieqi and Zhengjiaqiao outside the station to burst into flames. For a time, smoke filled the air, cries broke out, and everything was devastated. It was too horrible to see. Shanghai South Railway Station is far away from the firefighting area and has no military facilities at all. The Chinese army's bombing of the South Railway Station was completely a planned and brutal massacre.

On September 18, Japanese planes bombed Yangshupu and other places in the eastern district of Shanghai, dropping multiple incendiary bombs, causing factories and residential areas in that area to be covered in fire and causing heavy losses. At 8 o'clock in the morning that day, the building of Yihe Cotton Mill was shot, and the hemp machine immediately caught fire. Then the public residences on East Broadway Road and Fair Road were shot, and the fire quickly spread. In addition, fires raged in industrial and residential areas such as the Zhaofeng Road warehouse, a residential area on Broadway Road East, and the Peilin Egg Factory, and were burned to scorched earth.

Under the indiscriminate bombing by Japanese planes day and night, Shanghai was severely damaged. There were 92 cultural and educational institutions and schools attacked by Japanese planes alone (some of which were bombed and shelled), of which 75% were completely destroyed. Many medical and health facilities were also bombed. For example, on August 18th and 19th, the Japanese army bombed Zhiru Southeast Medical College and the Nanxiang Red Cross Third Rescue Team, which were flying huge red cross flags.

As for the destruction of Shanghai by bombing, here is an excerpt from a report in Shanghai's "Miller Review Weekly" on March 19, 1938, which can be clearly understood: "At least 100,000 stores were destroyed, including Including the shopkeepers' houses and properties. These shops were burned, bombed, bombed, or looted. If we drive through Hongkou, Yangshupu, Zhabei, and Nanshi, we will see that the streets on both sides are completely empty. The ruins often extend for several miles. After the "Songhu War" in 1932, there was considerable damage in an area of ??about one mile wide and two miles long. This time, it is not surprising that there is often nothing left in an area of ??more than three kilometers. .

In many places, the devastation is almost indescribable