My favorite part of the city of Beijing has been visiting the Temple of Heaven. That morning, on our way to the Temple, we walked and approached a park. This park wasn’t an ordinary one, it was one in which people, mostly the elderly, carried on with their morning exercises. We stopped to take a few pictures and continued on.
As we walked into the Temple of Heaven, we were amused by the amount of locals that were there dancing, playing games, and simply viewing breathtaking Chinese architecture. We joined those who were playing and locals stopped to look at us, give us a few tips as to how to play, and took pictures of the “Americans.” Furthermore, we joined those who were dancing to traditional Chinese music, and again the locals admired us and seemed amused by our presence.
We continued to walk further into the temple and stopped to create a human pyramid of the Chinese exchange Club. Locals laughed and clapped and decided to take pictures of us while we continually failed to build a symmetrical pyramid.
From our trip to the temple we learned of the place where ancient Chinese citizens worshipped their emperor and made sacrifices for good harvest. Walking into the temple gave me an overwhelming feeling of honor as I stepped on ground which for many years was closed to the public.
Keyla Inoa
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