With over 800 years of imperial dreams vanishing like a fleeting cloud, only the history of past ages remains, retaining perfectly its magnificence and glory. As one wanders through the ancient city with rapt attention, there is a feeling that, within the city walls, along the streets, and in the midst of red walls and yellow tiles, time stands still; that an enduring charm still ripples through a vast sea of undulating palaces. An aged tree, toughened over the centuries, seems to stare out indifferently into the world, while time lingers in the emperor's garden and breathes a deep sigh. How many tales of the rise of dynasties and fall of empires are hidden in the silent depths of these imperial palaces?
