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Many years ago, the tourism industry had not yet developed, and the garden was deserted and desolate like a wilderness, and was rarely remembered.

Ditan is very close to my home. Or rather, my home is very close to Ditan. In short, I can only think that this is fate. Ditan was located there more than 400 years before I was born, and since my grandmother brought my father to Beijing when she was young, she has always lived not far from it - she moved several times in more than 50 years, but she always moved around it, and the closer she moved to it. I often feel that there is a sense of fate in this: as if this ancient garden was waiting for me, and it has been waiting there for more than 400 years through all the vicissitudes of life.

It waited for me to be born, and then waited for me to reach the most arrogant age and suddenly become disabled in both legs. During the more than four hundred years, it corroded the florid colored glaze along the eaves of the ancient palace, faded the ostentatious imperial red of the door walls, collapsed sections of high walls and decayed the jade inlays and carved railings. The old cypress trees around the altar became more gloomy, and the wild grass and vines everywhere flourished freely and unrestrainedly.