The alarm bell rang all over Nanjing. To commemorate this particularly sad and sad day. A moment of silence for the 300,000 dead compatriots. Let us love Nanjing even more. Nanjing: The saddest city has a city that can't be ignored, and that is Nanjing in Long Hudou. When you get there, tourists can easily fall for its greening: there are so many buttonwood trees in the city, standing side by side on the sidewalk, posing as a welcome. And I pay more attention to its past: the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties and the kingly way of Jinling made its historical position very important. From the Second Mausoleum of the Southern Tang Dynasty to the Ming Mausoleum, Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and Yuhuatai Martyrs Cemetery-mourners feel excited and calm in the scattered background of the times. Nanjing, Nanjing, excited in calm, calm in excitement. In fact, the part that belongs to folk memory is unforgettable. Although the paddle lamp shadow of Qinhuai River has been almost lost, it has been shining with the elegance of Zhu Ziqing and Yu Pingbo. And Mochou Lake-of all the lakes in China, whose name is more comforting than her? "The old country is surrounded by mountains, and the tide is lonely and empty." The ancient city wall of Nanjing may not be the best preserved, but it is the most magnificent. Nanjing can't be regarded as a representative city of Jiangnan, but it was once the core of Jiangnan culture in history, occupying half of China, so it became a battleground for military strategists. The number of wars in this city is not only amazing, but also extremely tragic, such as the Tianjing incident of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in modern times, the Nanjing Massacre of the Japanese invaders and so on. However, walking on today's peace avenue, you can't imagine that this used to be a city that the god of war liked to visit. In Beijing, a friend told me that the top ten famous cities are being selected online, and Nanjing is listed as the "saddest city". Knowing that I am from Nanjing, he specifically asked, "Do you think this is right?" I thought it was abrupt at first. Why should I describe my hometown with sadness? At least sadness is not a compliment. There are no fewer tall buildings in Nanjing than in other places, and the roads are no narrower than in other cities. The local residents are quite optimistic and satisfied. What's so sad? But when I think about it, I think it's really interesting. No matter what the present situation is, it does have a sad history. Sadness seeps into its bones like cold-or rather, sadness is its bone marrow. Of course, this also constitutes its unparalleled charm. Looking back on the past in Nanjing, I always think of Suzaku Bridge, Wuyi Lane, weeds and sunset. "In the old days, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. The swallow experienced a sense of loss much earlier and deeper than the children of the Eight Banners. A sad swallow (wearing a shabby aristocratic evening dress) is the oldest impression left by Nanjing. It can be said that since then, Nanjing's mentality has begun to age. Even the moon that climbs over the city every night is a bit emotional-like a timid nun, walking carefully through the decadent walls for fear of stepping on something. However, even a quick glance will involve countless broken hearts, cutting will continue, and management will be chaotic ... the cold moonlight shines on the cold stones. The river is also like cold tears. Throughout the ages, poems praising Nanjing are mostly sad. This constitutes its personality, its blood type. Therefore, Nanjing is also sad. Some people say that it is unfortunate that the Six Dynasties established their capital here, and Jinling's nostalgia for the past has almost become a special topic in the epic. These works all have the nature of elegy, just like a poetic memorial service-mourning the old times and sweeping graves for the old dynasty. There are few happy tunes. " The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds in the Six Dynasties sing like dreams. The most heartless thing is Taicheng willow or smoke cage. Taicheng is the Epang Palace in Jinfen Southern Dynasties. The willow tree in Taicheng is also very famous, and it is called the ruthless killer of history by poets. Wei Zhuang's short four-line poem is more explosive than Epang Palace Fu. Walking on Xuanwu Lake, which guards the ruins of Taicheng, there are willows brushing my face, and I will subconsciously dodge. The willow in the spring breeze is a landscape, but the willow on Xuanwu Lake is like a whip, which hurts my heart. Therefore, the intoxicating spring breeze is also like a cold current ... There is also a rouge well in Taicheng, where Chen Houzhu takes refuge in Zhang Lihua. But rouge well can't be a real safe haven, and the romantic emperor was captured by the Sui army who dug three feet. The tune of the famous song "Yushu Back Garden" is hidden in the kiln like this-a cup of bitter wine that has been tasted. How beautiful the rouge well is-it is said that it is named after the rouge marks on the stone veins in the well. Later generations gave it a new trademark: Shame Well. The missing beauty seems to have left only a little lipstick. Actually, there are still many lessons left. The city has experienced too much humiliation. Its history is often criticized as a "negative textbook" by later generations. For example, "a strong business woman doesn't know how to hate her country, but still sings" backyard flowers "across the river." So I was overwhelmed by the heavy burden. So I often feel red. The saddest Nanking person should be Li Houzhu of the Southern Tang Dynasty (he is a great local poet). He became a prisoner of the Song Dynasty and was taken to Bianjing. One night, he heard the east wind in a small building in a foreign country-he thought it was blowing from the direction of his hometown. So I wrote the poem "Jade Carving Column should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it". When Li Yu looked back at his hometown under the bright moon, he must have suffered more than death-this unforgettable sadness made him completely get rid of the status of the king of national subjugation and return to the purest poet. He is sad because of shame and glorious because of sadness. There are many poems about "looking back on the past of Jinling", most of which are written from the standpoint of tourists or literati. No one is more painful than this one by Li Houzhu. After all, he is a client. His sadness is also the most direct. He was even killed for "A River Flows East". Therefore, Wang Guowei said, "The words of my ancestors are actually so-called bloody books." When Li Houzhu was alone, he imagined the night scene in his hometown-the saddest moment in his life and the most beautiful and lovely moment. He became a loving child. Love is the saddest thing. There is the Second Mausoleum of the Southern Tang Dynasty in the south of Nanjing, where Li, the former master of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and Li Jing, the middle master (also a great poet) are buried. Unfortunately, Li Yu died in another country, and no one even knows where his bones are buried. But I think his soul will go home on a moonlit night. /kloc-The moonlight over 0/000 years ago is still intact in his poems. Classical Nanjing can only give me two impressions. Whether it's sunset or bright moon. This is not true. It seems to belong to memories forever. Even walking on the streets of Nanjing, I still feel that there is another Nanjing underground-or in the distance. Its existence seems even more unquestionable. Sunset and moonlight make people sad. Nanjing has become doubly sad. If there were no such sadness, Nanjing would no longer be Nanjing. Nanjing is also humble. Sadness in Nanjing is an infectious disease, which has influenced poets of all ages. But sadness is also the greatest poem in Nanjing. There were two Forbidden Cities in the Ming Dynasty, one in Nanjing and the other in Beijing. After visiting the Forbidden City in Beijing (now converted into the Palace Museum) and seeing the Ming Palace in Nanjing, I have to admit that Nanjing is a real waste capital. But in any case, the source of the Forbidden City is in Nanjing, just as the Ming Tombs were the ancestors of the Ming Tombs in Beijing. Zhu Ziqing once said: "The Forbidden City in the Ming Dynasty is nothing but a rubble field. Looking at the sunset, I only feel the beauty of Qin E's words "the west wind is still shining, and the Han family is lost". The noon gate still exists, overlooking the Hongwumen Gate Tower, which is full of weather. He is comparing Nanjing with Xi. Similarly, as a famous deserted city, Xi is more masculine, while Nanjing is more feminine-it seems a little short-lived and affectionate. If decadence is a kind of beauty, Xi 'an focuses on "waste" and Nanjing focuses on "decline"-Nanjing can be described as sadness, but it is definitely not applicable to Xi 'an. This may be the difference between the abandoned capital in the south and the abandoned capital in the north. Are there similar differences between southern poets and northern poets? Elegant and unrestrained? Compared with Li Yu's Young Beauty, An's theme song is Song of the Big Wind: "The wind rises in Yunfei and ends in the sea ..." The voice of Emperor Gaozu is much louder than that of Li Houzhu. The east wind that can blow through the small building is not necessarily dwarfed. It still has the gentle power that the northwest wind can't replace. Sadness is actually a kind of strength. It is far more powerful to the soul than swords and soldiers. The hot sun is naturally brilliant, and the moonlight is immortal. Maybe Nanjing was born like Jia Baoyu. I began to understand its sentimentality. Are the tears of poets lighter than the blood of heroes? Not necessarily. Even if Nanjing is rated as the saddest city, there is nothing wrong with it. You can grieve for shame, but sorrow itself is not shame. I was afraid that Nanjing would worry too much, so I named the lake in the west of the city Mochou Lake. Like a helpless persuasion. In fact, Li Houzhu put it well: "How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. "Endless memories, endless sadness. Nanjing city in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River has become attached to sadness. Baudelaire has a collection of prose poems called "The Melancholy of Paris". In China, there is an equally melancholy city, which is Nanjing. In Nanjing, one of the saddest love stories is Peach Blossom Fan. Li, a famous prostitute in Qinhuai, always reminds me of La Traviata ... Sadness is a tradition in Nanjing. In my eyes, a melancholy city is always more mysterious, more subtle, more touching and more pitiful than a carnival city. Nanjing is like a blowing dream, antique. When approaching Nanjing, I always tiptoe, always gently-I don't know whether to wake it or myself.