The first time for the Chinese Minecraft team to reconstruct The Old Summer Palace (Yuan Ming Yuan)in the game. We have researched many sources and related references and documents, and had overcome the difficult situation when there was no reference to be found. After this one memorable year, we eventually have covered 25% of the most famous scene of the Old Summer Palace. We will keep working on this project and polishing it. This video is the Part 1 of the series, hope you guys will enjoy it!
Perhaps, it has once elapsed
But now, it is more than just a past
“Build a dream with marble, jade, bronze and porcelain, frame it with cedar wood, cover it with precious stones, drape it with silk, make it here a sanctuary, there a harem, elsewhere a citadel, put gods there, and monsters, varnish it, enamel it, gild it, paint it, have architects who are poets build the thousand and one dreams of the thousand and one nights” ---- The sack of the Summer Palace by Victor Hugo
But I am no poet, I am speechless when there should be thousands of words to describe it
It only appears in Hugo’s dreams, the Old Summer Palace, the lost paradise.
When you try to follow the poet’s dreams, wonder in the desolation.
When you run like the wind, and find the path in the shimmering light.
No more endless woods, no more paths to tread.
For the paradise which is hidden in the mist, is glowing in the sunlight, and revealing itself in your sight.
As the halo fades, thus unveil the palaces and temples, the tremendous unknown masterpiece.
Trees, flowers, rivers, decorate the sanctuary like the star in the galaxy.
Let the melody be your wings, watch the scenery pass beneath you, around you, and through you.
When the day ends, and the night falls, it is the time for songs and dances.
Illuminated by red lanterns, bathed in the moonlight, the glory years have been written in the cracks of stones.
However, it is not only moonlight that the night could bring, but also one hell of a storm.
You could certainly end your reading here, close your eyes, and keep your sweetest dream.
For if you don’t hold your step, the nightmare will shatter your hallucination.
Of course, a nightmare could not simply define it.
The smoke ascends, the fire rises. You lost your breath. For the paradise has gone.
Rushing on the road you once knew, witnessing the great holocaust is taking down everything.
The palace lost its glory, once for all. The red lanterns went out, shimmered like the fire sparks.
Under the sky with no sun, a country that once was like an ever-shining star, is falling.
You, the traveller who crosses the time, is flying away, as this wounded land is hiding back into the mist.
Dust filles in the air, and fades in front of you.
And you see the wrecked walls, and the silhouette of the ruins.
The desolation has shown itself to you.
In the picture moving forwards, you could see more clearly in this wasteland.
The vicissitude of a dynasty, the honour of a nation, has been carved on earth in just one night.
You can’t imagine how many people would rather cling on to the past, for it is warm and harmless.
The dreams have always been so soft and sweet, it is safe enough to hide the humiliation.
The night is gone, and you open your eyes, you see the never-changing ruins.
And you realise the dreams that were once alive in your head, is actually a shattered illusion.
What is left to you is the giant wreckage, and the dried ponds.
From the giant frames to the tiniest carvings, they have all gone with the wind.
You stare at this devastated scenery, as it hides itself back into its reverie.
And wishes it could not be wake up from the dreams of the past.
Rest for a while, my friend, let your weary heart reagin hope.
For the world that was once lost, shall rise again as new.
Though too much elegance has lost in time, there’s always someone try to wake.
They follow the steps of their forefathers, and re-create their dreams with bare hands.
“Add gardens, basins, gushing water and foam, swans, ibis, peacocks, suppose in a word, a sort of dazzling cavern of human fantasy with the face of a temple and palace, such was this building. ”
History could shatter, but you should not stop persuing.
History will always continue. Because in this adventure, you are never alone.
The glorious old days, the Old Summer Palace in the dreams.
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