In Beijing during the summer vacation trip with his son in the range of inter-spot to hang around, I do not think that 11-year-old child will be deeply moved by the history page.
Summer, Beijing especially dazzling sunshine after the rain, from the picturesque Summer Palace, and we went straight to the Yuanmingyuan Ruins family. Although we and his son from the picture, from the textbooks already know the background of the Yuanmingyuan, the Yuanmingyuan Ruins tour trip already planned, we want the site to see his son, feeling that a tragic history.
Leading to the ruins sitting on an electric car, a group of children from Guangzhou the rough, soon spread to his son, warned in advance with a heavy heart, son, look at the atmosphere of Yuanmingyuan was watered down. Yes ah, the war over 100 years ago far far away from us, even the big people and it is difficult to imagine , not to mention heart purely Ruquan children!
Follow the guide into the ruins, in the face of messy construction tired heap of rubble, the noise the children were surprised to replace immediately. Cadence of listening to tour guides to explain, looking at the history of debris damage, my heart can not resist a shock. I am a graduate of history, the replacement of the rise and fall of dynasties, of the historical sites there will always be a special feeling. I do not know the children at the moment thinking about: imagine the bustling old Yuanmingyuan? Under the war-torn or tragic? But I know, from a pile of rubble to another pile of construction rubble, young son\'s face has been engraved with the vicissitudes of life gradually.
Sites one by one spot, as if the scars of a recent history. I used the lens, the son of a small man figure, paste in the history of the wound.
In the most symbolic site of the main building of the Yuanmingyuan, the son hand, indicate my pictures from different angles. I know the background of crumbling stone as the year the Qing Dynasty. Son will definitely not think of at the moment this way the height of his way to the feelings of the child\'s history.
The end of the tour, visitors and tour guides walked to discuss whether or not the reconstruction of Yuanmingyuan topic. Silent son, I am very devout to seek the views of his son. Looking back at the site of his son, and then handed me two small stone: \"Daddy, this is my special from the site and would like to make a Memorial, you see, this is the British and French troops from the artillery shells to the deep-fried of it? \"I took two small pieces of rubble, the rubble of two there, I do not know son, it is much more tight grasping, grasping for a long time. I am seriously solemnly told him that the beams from the main building down on the deep-fried, you can taste it smell smoke. Heard his son took over the rubble of the smell, nodded his head. He himself Gravel: \"I would like to make to keep it ... ...\" from the son look dignified and strong, I read for other emotions: a profound historical and moved!
After returning home, the rubble from the Yuanmingyuan son in particular has become a bookmark. And that smoke smell with the rubble, his son read a book has left another mark. I do not want the stigma of the Yuanmingyuan Ruins hurt young son\'s heart, but I look forward to moving this from the history of more durable, longer lasting more runs through his son\'s life!
很多时候，感动总是意料之外地来临，这种不刻意而生的情绪，就象酒一样深藏记忆之中，蕴含恒久，芬芳依然。
暑假期间的北京之旅，带着儿子在琳琅满目的名胜间流连，我没有想到，11岁的孩子会被一页历史深深地感动。
夏天，北京雨后的阳光分外眩目，从风景如画的颐和园出来，我们一家人直奔圆明园遗址。尽管我们和儿子从图片、从教科书上已经知道了圆明园的背景，但参观圆明园遗址早已在这趟行程的计划之内，我们想让儿子亲眼目睹遗址，感受那一页历史的悲壮。
坐在通往遗址的电动车上，一群从广州来的孩子的嘻笑打闹，很快传染给了儿子，事先告诫儿子以沉重的心情看圆明园的氛围被冲淡了。是啊，一百多年前的战火离我们太远太远，连大人们都难以去想象和追怀，何况心纯如泉的孩子！
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跟着导游进入遗址，面对零乱堆累的建筑碎石，孩子们的喧闹立刻被惊讶替代。听着导游抑扬顿挫的解说，望着满目疮痍的历史碎片，我的心有一种无法抗拒的震撼。我是历史专业毕业的，对王朝的兴衰更替，对历史遗迹总有特别的感觉。我不知道孩子们此刻在想什么：想象昔日圆明园的繁华？抑或战火蹂躏下的悲惨？但我知道，从一堆建筑碎石到另一堆碎石，儿子稚嫩的脸庞已经渐渐地刻上了沧桑。
一个一个遗址景点，仿佛一个个近代史的伤疤。我用镜头，把儿子的小男子汉身影，粘贴在历史的伤口上。
在最具象征意义的圆明园主建筑遗址上，儿子手叉着腰，示意我从不同的角度留影。我知道，背景上摇摇欲坠的石雕柱梁，一如当年的大清帝国。儿子此刻肯定不会联想到这程高度，他以孩子的方式感受历史。
参观结束，游人和导游边走边讨论圆明园是否重建的话题。儿子默默不语，我很虔诚地征求儿子的意见。儿子回望一眼遗址，然后将两块小小的碎石递给我：“爸爸，这是我从遗址上特意捡来的，想作个纪念，你看这是英法联军的炮弹给炸下来的吗？”我接过两小块碎石，两块还有余温的碎石，我不知道儿子将它抓得多紧，抓了多久。我很认真地捏了捏，嗅了嗅，郑重地告诉他，是从主建筑的横梁上炸下来的，还可以闻到硝烟味儿呢。儿子接过碎石闻了闻，点了点头。他紧攥着碎石自言自语道：“我想好好地保存它……” 从儿子凝重而坚强的目光中，我读到了别样的情绪：一种因历史而深刻的感动！
回家后，来自圆明园的碎石成了儿子特别的书签。那带着硝烟味的碎石，在儿子读过的一本又一本书中留下了印痕。我不想让圆明园遗址的烙印伤着儿子幼小的心，但我期望这种来自历史的感动持久些，再持久些，贯穿儿子的一生！