（故宮 The Forbidden City）
游記的開篇，就一定要寫寫故鄉，故鄉是北京。如果一定要追蹤家族歷史的話，那這個故鄉應該已經有近400年了。這之間的細節，以後再提。
正式長期離開北京，是我18歲那年。自那以後，我在北京從未度過完整的四季。也是自那以後，我是真的讀懂了老舍的一篇文章《想北平》。說來慚愧，我小的時候之所以對老舍有好感只在於他是滿族人，是正紅旗人。因為湊巧，我的祖輩也是滿族人，是正白旗人。慢慢我才知道，這是一種歷史感，讓人覺得有起始，又有歸宿。
《想北平》裡，我最愛這段話：“可是，我真愛北平。這個愛幾乎是要說而說不出的。我愛我的母親。怎樣愛？我說不出。在我想作一件事討她老人家喜歡的時候，我獨自微微的笑著；在我想到她的健康而不放心的時候，我欲落淚。言語是不夠表現我的心情的，只有獨自微笑或落淚才足以把內心揭露在外面一些來。我之愛北平也近乎這個。誇獎這個古城的某一點是容易的，可是那就把北平看得太小了。我所愛的北平不是枝枝節節的一些什麼，而是整個兒與我的心靈相粘合的一段歷史，一大塊地方，多少風景名勝，從雨後什剎海的蜻蜓一直到我夢裡的玉泉山的塔影，都積湊到一塊，每一小的事件中有個我，我的每一思念中有個北平，這只有說不出而已。
真願成為詩人，把一切好聽好看的字都浸在自己的心血裡，像杜鵑似的啼出北平的俊偉。啊！我不是詩人！我將永遠道不出我的愛，一種像由音樂與圖畫所引起的愛。這不但是辜負了北平，也對不住我自己，因為我是最初的知識與印像都得自北平，它是在我的血裡，我的性格與脾氣裡有許多地方是這古城所賜給的。我不能愛上海與天津，因為我心中有個北平。可是我說不出來！”
其余的以後總能提到，只先看看我記錄下的北京故宮，頤和園。最妙的是聽著陳悅的《亂紅》看，其樂也能算無窮。
(頤和園 The Summer Palace)
I should write something about hometown for the beginning of my travel journal. My hometown is Beijing. If we want a definitely history about my kin, the kin moves to Beijing nearly fourhundred years already. For other story about the kin, I’ll be mentioned it later.
When I was 18 years old, I formally left Beijing in long-term. It is also starts after I left Beijing, I had no chance to live through the whole four season in Beijing. And also, I started definitely understand an article written by LaoShe which named Fond Memories of Peiping.
In the Article, I enjoy one part most: I do cherish, however, a genuine love for Peiping—a love that is almost as inexpressible as my love for mother. I smile by myself when I think of something I can do to please mother; I feel like crying when I worry about mother’s health. Words fail me where silent smiles and tears well expressmy innermost feelings. The same is true of my love for Peiping. I shall fail to do justice to this vast ancient city if I should do no more than extol just onecertain aspect of it. The Peiping I love is not something in bits and pieces, but a phase of history and a vast tract of land completely bound up with myheart. Numerous scenic spots and historical sites from Shi Cha Hai with its dragonflies after a rain to the Yu Quan Mountain with the dream pagoda on top—all merge into a single whole. I associate myself with everything inPeiping no matter how trivial it is; Peiping is always in my mind. I can’t tellwhy.
If only I were a poet so that, with all the sweet and beautiful words at my command, I would sing of the grandeur of Peiping in aslonging a note as that of a cuckoo! Alas, I am no poet! I shall never be able toexpress my love—the kind of love as inspired by music or painting. It is quite a letdown to both Peiping and myself, for it is to this ancient city that I owe what I have within me, including my early knowledge and impressions as well as much of my character and temperament. With Peiping possessing my heart,I can never become attached to either Shanghai or Tianjin. I can’t tell why.
For the others, I’ll be talk about them later, just enjoy the photos in the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace first. By the way, LuanHong(亂紅－陳悅) will be the most fixed music at this moment.
（故宮The Forbidden City）