Chapter 38 write peace three times

Today we went to Tel Aviv, Israel's largest economic and cultural center, and we randomly chose two places to stop on the way.It was later discovered that this really paved the way for an important prelude to Tel Aviv.The geographic route turned into a logical route, followed by a brief wrap-up in Tel Aviv. First Caesarea.Just by looking at the place names, you can tell that it is closely related to Rome.We suddenly saw a half-air channel in front of the vast expanse of blue Mediterranean, galloping from a distance in the form of a chain of arches.Those who asked passers-by knew that this is a thousand-year-old relic and the freshwater lifeblood of the whole city. It is a remarkable project to bring clear springs into the city from Mount Kami in the north.

In front of the proud Mediterranean Sea, human beings, apart from being grateful for its sunshine and breeze, also expressed to it with dignity that no matter how much water you have, it may not be able to quench people's thirst, so they lined up with a stubborn yellow line for two thousand years. Not defeated, really ambitious. Just as he thought so, a Crusader castle appeared in front of him.I climbed up the city wall and saw the battlements and arrow holes above, and the water trough for drinking horses below, and the deep-grained stone slabs were hewn to prevent the horses from stumbling.If you look closely, you will find that a large part of the building materials of the castle are Romanesque pillars.Here, mud and rocks threaten them, like a symbol of how war threatens peace, and how barbarism threatens civilization.

The second place is very close to Tel Aviv, and can also be counted within its scope. It is called Jaffa, a small port city with a history of more than 3,000 years, and its name once appeared in the Bible. When the Solomon dynasty built the temple in Jerusalem, the timber used was transshipped through the port of Jaffa.However, this small city has recorded a history of great conflicts and great migrations until modern times. In 1909, all the Jews in the city left to open up new settlements not far to the north, which shows the seriousness of the conflict with the Arabs at that time.This new residence is today's world-famous Tel Aviv, which just celebrated its 90th anniversary not long ago.

So, engraved here is a tragedy of a tale of two cities with unresolved grievances.Near the St. Peter's Monastery near the sea in Jaffa, we found one of the most moving small streets.Undulating and curved, layered on top of each other, the structure is hidden and complicated. It can be seen at a glance that it was built by generations of residents who were reluctant to leave in order to avoid the war.To this day, elegant small gold shops, workshops and family museums can still be found in the small door openings. The desire for ordinary life is as curved and strong as a blood vessel. It is this kind of blood vessel-like curved lanes that allow a city to quickly connect to blood even after being disabled.

The first thing to do in Tel Aviv is to see Rabin Square.It has been four full years since Rabin was assassinated. Looking back at that time in distant China, my wife and I shed tears for him as soon as we heard the news. First find the Tel Aviv government building, board the platform where he gave a speech that day, and then follow his route that day, and go down the open-air stairs in the northeast direction, a total of 26 steps.At the bottom of the stairs, where he fell, a young extremist cut off the old man's voice for peace forever. There is now a 30-square-meter black marble altar in this place, and the stone tablet in front of the altar is engraved: In this place, on a Saturday night, Israeli Prime Minister Rabin was assassinated and killed.

There is a large black stone in the center of the altar, and many candles are lit in the three glass covers in front of it.We bent down, lit candles and offered flowers.The Israelites watched us silently. On the north side of the assassination site is a small road. A large number of inscriptions of worshipers are densely packed on the long wall beside the road. Because there are too many and too messy, the authorities are washing with water taps to keep the area around the altar neat and solemn. I was very interested in these inscriptions, so I pulled my wife over to the last wall where the faucet hadn't been flushed to read it.The drops of water washing the adjacent wall had already fallen on our heads. We didn’t care about it. We were looking for English between Hebrew and Arabic with our faces wet. I translated it sentence by sentence for my wife:

My son, who was born on the day you fell in November 1994, knows you now and will live in the peace you brought.our family appreciates you I didn't know the meaning of your down in the year of the incident, but in the past few years I have understood.this country needs you It's a shame to be born next to someone as great as you, to have someone who is the enemy of love and raises a gun at you give peace a chance the world will never forget The wife said, let's write too, even though it may be flushed out tomorrow. I said yes, write. So I found a blank space, wrote peace three times in big Chinese characters, signed it, and noted in English that we are from China.

In a land full of war madness, the real heroes are not sitting in tanks, or hiding on street corners with explosives, but those who risk their lives and whisper peace.We know this limit, so we use a few Chinese characters to support the elderly who have gone away. October 28, 1999, Tel Aviv, Israel, overnight at the Mercure Hotel