With mixed feelings, let's use the language of Fang Long's "Human Story" to express the mood at this moment
One year, two years, three years, all the way to 60 years... Years blur the trajectory of life!
"I seemed to see the heart of time, and I heard the heavy pulse of the rapidly passing time, one second, two seconds, three seconds, all the way to sixty seconds, and then, with a sudden tremor, all the gears seemed to stop turning at once, and were cut from the eternal river of time.
So, on a sunny day, the church clerk took a large key comparable to st. Peter's key and opened the mysterious door to the tower for both of us. "When you come downstairs and come out," he said, "just pull the bell." With that, in the creak of the rusty hinges, he closed the door and, at once, separated the hustle and bustle of the busy streets behind us, locking us into a new and unfamiliar world.
For the first time in my life, I discovered the phenomenon of "audible silence." As we ascend the first flight of stairs, another experience is added to my limited knowledge of natural phenomena—the darkness that can be touched. A match shows us the way up. We go up to the second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor... Layer by layer continues to rise, countless of the first floors, but the stairs in front of it seem endless. Finally, we burst into a huge sheen. This floor of the tower is flush with the top of the church and serves as a storage room, scattered with icons of many ancient faiths. The good-natured inhabitants of the city rejected this belief many years ago, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the abandoned icons. The important things that meant life and death to our ancestors are here for dust and garbage. Industrious rats nested among the statues, and the perpetually alert spiders formed webs between the outstretched arms of a benevolent icon.
Another flight of stairs, we finally found that the light came from the open windows here. Heavy iron bars were embedded in the huge windows, and hundreds of pigeons came and went in and out of the place as their comfortable abode. The wind blows in through the iron grate, and the air is filled with a mysterious and pleasant music. Listen carefully to the sound of the city coming from under our feet. The distance filtered them clearly and cleanly
There is no staircase to this level, and you must climb the ladder further up. After climbing the first ladder (it's old and slippery, and you have to carefully step on each step) we are greeted by a new and great wonder – the clock of the city. I seemed to see the heart of time, and I heard the heavy pulse of fast-moving time, one second, two seconds, three seconds, all the way up to sixty seconds. At this moment, with a sudden tremor, all the gears seemed to stop turning at the same time, and were cut from the eternal river of time. On the next level are a multitude of clocks. There are melancholy bells, and there are huge, frighteningly large bells. In the middle of the room is a big clock. When it rang in the middle of the night to tell the news of a fire or flood somewhere, I was always so frightened that I was stiff and sweaty. Now, the bell is shrouded in a lonely and solemn atmosphere, as if it is reflecting on the joys and sorrows that it has experienced with the people of Rotterdam for the past 600 years. Next to the big clock are small bells hanging from them, and they look neatly and regularly like large-mouth bottles in old-fashioned pharmacies.
We climbed up and went into the darkness again. At this time, the ladder is also steeper and more dangerous than just now. Crawling and crawling, all of a sudden, we have breathed in the fresh air of the vast world. We reached the highest point of the tower. Above your head is the blue sky, and at your feet is the city— a toy-like city made of bricks. People come and go like ants, and everyone is focused on their own minds and busy with their own affairs. In the distance, beyond a pile of rocks, is the vast green field of the countryside.
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History is a majestic tower of experience, painstakingly built by time in the endless passing years. Climbing to the top of this ancient building to see the mountains is not an easy task. There is no elevator here, but young people have strong feet to complete this arduous climb.
Here, I give you a key to open the door of the world. When you return, you will understand why I am so enthusiastic.
This is my first glimpse of the vast world. ”
It's a bit late though
