How did the tortoise shell monument stand up?

Long Huaxia, an ancient civilization, all kinds of literature and art have been praised and criticized in different ideologies in different periods and brought out the best in each other. There are countless places of interest like stars. What about Xinji's historic sites? Hey ... it is the famous "Turtle Back Stone Tablet" standing in the southeast of Xinji. In fact, the tortoise-borne stone tablet is an inaccurate title. It should be called turtle-borne stone tablet. Xinji's is made up of several parts, with a stone turtle nearly three meters in diameter in the middle. On its back stands a huge stone tablet about one meter wide, forty centimeters thick and nearly four meters high. On its east and west sides, there is an ancient warrior nearly two meters high, similar to the Terracotta Warriors. Behind the samurai, there is a carved horse A tortoise carries a stone tablet, two people and two horses, five in one. Formed a strange landscape. If you look at it in the spring of March, the slight wind gently blows the newly green wheat seedlings, fluctuating like water waves. From a distance, a huge turtle drifted slowly south in the blue waves under the protection of two horses. The scene is spectacular. If we say the origin of the stone tablet, Xinji has another story. During the Eastern Han Dynasty, Liu Xiu stayed in Hebei and Henan to protect his ancestral graves from being destroyed by Wang Mang. In Shanxi and Shandong, a tortoise stone tablet has been built everywhere. His ancestral grave is just below one of them. This is just a legend, and another statement is more true. In the Ming Dynasty, an adult Shangshu built this tortoise-borne stone tablet in order to make his family reproduce for thousands of years. As far as the tortoise itself is concerned, it is a well-known derogatory term, and for the builders, the tortoise at this time has become a spiritual representative and a symbol of eternal prosperity. I remember when I was a child, I often went to the tortoise to carry stone tablets. We shook hands with the stone man and got off the stone horse. The tortoise carries a stone tablet, which records my happy childhood. Time flies, that year, I finally walked out of the school gate, in the autumn when I was going to Beijing. One sunny morning, I wandered aimlessly and inadvertently approached the stone tablet of the tortoise. Look at the mighty stone man, the fierce stone horse and the carved dragon at the top of the stone tablet. People have to wonder about the owner of the stone tablet. Although there is nothing in the mottled inscription, there is still a strange heart accompanied by inexplicable reverence. Yes, although the inscription on the stone tablet has been blurred by the sharp sword of the years, it can be seen from the momentum of this group of stone carvings that the owner of this stone tablet was once so beautiful. I don't know whether I was shocked by its imposing manner or impressed by its artistic charm. At that time, I actually remembered a sentence that had nothing to do with it: I have no seeds, and men should strive for self-improvement. After I came back from Beijing, I heard the news, because the stone tablet of the tortoise who built the road had been destroyed. Then, a sense of loss welled up in my heart, the owner of the stone tablet, you are too unfortunate, I really can't bear to see you. In retrospect, I think that when you were alive, you were surrounded by luxury goods and delicacies, and after your death, the stone tablet was erected for hundreds of years, so you should be satisfied. So, I went to see it again and again, intentionally or unintentionally. It's different again and again. The first time I saw a stone man's head missing, the second time I saw a stone man missing. The third time, a stone horse fell, the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time and the third time. Not long ago, I saw that the broken stone man disappeared, and two stone horses stood up, but one of them was about to break his neck and his back was scarred. That bastard could have made waves in the sea, but he could only get stuck in the mud and drink the sewage in front of him. Unfortunately. I don't know if it's old nagging, or if the present situation of the stone tablet touches my sensitive nerves. In short, my thoughts have disappeared for nine days. When sharp stones are eroded by the sun and the moon for many years, baptized by wind and sand, washed by rain, and experienced by many stones, they gradually lose their edges and corners. So do people. When the ruthless knife of years carves wrinkles and vicissitudes in your face and heart, and you are still you, your once brave words, once lofty aspirations, once lofty ideals, after many setbacks, many hardships, or many tricks of fate, you will find that what you once yearned for is just a mirage in the desert. When you wake up from the fog of nothingness and illusory dreams and look around, things have already changed. When you lose your hypocritical heart, you find that wrinkles have been secretly written on your face, and I don't know when there are more silver hairs on your temples. You will sigh, alas, time flies and time waits for no man.