I Drank in Several Rivers and Listened to the People in Several Rivers

Walking into this antique courtyard house in Beijing, it is late spring and early summer, and the fragrance of the courtyard fills the heart and lingers on the tip of the nose. An old man with silver hair was tending to the flowers and plants with his head down. The neatly arranged hair and Chinese-style clothes look particularly harmonious with this ancient courtyard house. Many people think that there is no difference between the elderly and ordinary people in Beijing. They have the same experience of the changing seasons and the same color of time wasting away in the daily daily necessities of life. But few people would have thought that such an ordinary-dressed old man's life experience was far from ordinary. The old man's name is Wang Dijiao, and he is a Chinese oil worker. He grew up and lived in Beijing for half his life, and retired from China Petroleum Corporation in the early summer of 2004. During his free time at home, he takes care of his children and grandchildren, washes and cooks, and does many things that ordinary elderly people do. Recalling things from the past, the curve of her mouth revealed her extraordinary encounters and long-lasting memories. Distant memories have gradually become blurry. The sun rises and the moon sets, and the crows fill the fields. Only the quiet Forbidden City and the scattered royal palaces around it can be remembered. The story begins here. What happened to the Aixinjueluo family that caused the family to plummet from high to low, and what made them go from nobles to ordinary people? Those ambitious lives with swords and horses, iron-blooded hearts, those people walking between white mountains and black waters, those glorious ancestors who raised their troops with thirteen armors, and those old memories about the court, about family, and about love, are all here waiting to be continued. The vicissitudes of time have been so long, and this family seems so proud and glorious. The rulers are confident that they can complete the true unification of the Jurchen tribe and realize the great cause of all the subjects in China. As a result, everyone from the rulers to the common people were speculating on each other and getting to know each other. The monarch is fatuous, treacherous ministers are in power, loyal ministers cannot be reused, and the people are filled with resentment. They are observing carefully, discussing carefully, and taking sides carefully. "Once a dragon's face is angry, a thousand miles of blood will flow into a river." They will never forget the blood flowing into a river in Jiading, and they will never forget the experience of massacre in Yangzhou. The emperor is incompetent, the government is corrupt, and the traitor is in power. The Jurchen tribe was in turmoil in the war. Nurhachi saw this opportunity. He first went dormant to paralyze the enemy's ears and eyes, and then waited for the right time to strike hard at the enemy's weak links. So the Thirteen Relics raised their troops to accumulate strength, trained their troops to unite the enemy's enemies, and stabilize and expand their own strength. So the Ningyuan War and the Songjin War started one after another. As a result, the Zhu Ming Dynasty in Nanjing consumed its troops in this war and lost some of its people's hearts. In the end, it was unable to support itself and went into exile. So the Jurchen descendants who emerged from the white mountains and black waters won the victory and entered the stage of history, heading towards the dazzling golden throne of the Forbidden City. One dynasty fell and another dynasty rose. On the land of China, this kind of thing has been going on for many years and it is still enduring. This is the last dynasty of China. No one knows how many years it will exist and how many generations it will be passed down. Its political achievements, rulers and the changing of seasons in the palace will deduce how many love, hate and beauties of the past will be revealed. We followed the clues to get closer to their stories and listened to their narration of their past history. This story is very long, from the middle period of Qianlong to the early years of the Republic of China. This story is also very short, just describing the love between sons and daughters in the palace. The galloping iron cavalry is hesitant, and the Forbidden Moon rises with tears of vicissitudes. The beauty cannot hide her beauty, and the treasure head is filled with old feelings. Purpose: To ensure that beauty is not forgotten