The Forbidden City is so small, so small that it will always be a mottled vermilion wall, a glorious golden temple, a blue sky, and a little white cloud. The Forbidden City is so big that it opens a door and a door. This place trapped Puyi's lifelong beauty, vows, dreams, and beliefs.
In the dimly lit Buddhist hall, a few rays of morning sunlight came in from the vermillion window lattice. On both sides are the mottled and faded arhats, solemn with their teeth and claws. The beautiful afterglow of the sunset of a great civilization disappeared little by little in the hands of a three-year-old child. "You are so young, are you afraid of me? Everyone here is afraid of me. I am the supreme empress dowager of Cixi. I have lived here for a long, long time. The only one who can live here is the emperor. He has driven the dragon away. He died today. Xiao Puyi, I will make you the Emperor of Ten Thousand Years." Then she died, and it was dawn in the sun. Pu Yi smiled and stumbled out of the house. The Emperor Wannian, a prison, covered his entire life. From a naive child to a vicissitudes and indifferent vision.
The Emperor Wannian gave him something, but on the day his mother died, the thirteen-year-old Pu Yi calmly said, "My mother died today." Then he pushed his bicycle through every door of the palace, the huge vermilion door. Outside the door is a hurried market, ragged beggars, and children playing. He wanted to go out, but the door was closed in the hands of the respectful guard. There is his mother outside the door, his vaguely short childhood, and his distant and within reach of the world. He desperately shouted: "open the door". When he shouted this sentence for the second time, thirty years later, he was locked in another cage, that is, Manchukuo, and he became the puppet emperor of the Japanese amidst the scolding of the world. When the drug-addicted Wan Rong was sent out of the Governor’s Mansion by the Japanese, on the snowy ground, Pu Yi ran all the way. Whether it was the woman he loved all his life or not was not important anymore, but that was the only person who loved him all his life. , Only, all. Similarly, the door of Zhu Hong's stalwart closed. "Open the door" Pu Yi murmured.
From the Forbidden City to Tianjin, then to Manchukuo, and then to the prison. Puyi's life, the emperor who was hampered by history, was the emperor of ten thousand years. Behind the history is our busy back. We firmly believe that we are creating history. In fact, we have been walking along the trajectory given to us by history, unable to resist. We always think that we have a clear view of history, but in fact, we are just looking helplessly inside the door. In history, we cannot know anything. Pu Yi turned to the Japanese because the Kuomintang dug the imperial tomb in Manchuria perfidiously. Cixi's body was torn into several pieces, and the necklace on her neck made Song Meiling's wedding gift. Behind his decision was the Japanese Bacteria Experimental Plant in Harbin. This is something he didn't know. Pu Yi in prison, watching the documentary, stood up slowly in consternation. In Manchuria, Puyi also resolutely rejected the unreasonable demands of the Japanese. He angrily said in the Congress that Manchuria is equal to Japan, but no one listens to him. This is something we don't know.
Therefore, what we know is always the fact, not the truth.
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