Everyone has a Roman in their own heart. When my father and I came to the entrance of the Colosseum in the early summer morning and saw the golden light illuminating the arches of the building, the excitement of "I finally arrived here" was like a fireworks bloom in the father and the daughter. In the joyful mood, the richness of the fragrance can not be opened. I walked around the arena with my father's arm and told him about the history of the arena. This great building, which is in the eyes of modern people, is full of old blood and tears. Countless gladiators and beasts died here thousands of years ago. It is said that blood can still be detected in the land of the Colosseum. Human civilization, even with twists and turns, always moves forward. What is left today is the ruins that make me ponder. In the corner of the first floor, there is a huge cross to remember the people who have died here.