Pingyao to Beijing from where I live not far away ---- a mere 616 kilometers, just because it is too small, so they did not caught my attention, until the travel feature films on television introduced into it, until suddenly, as is the sense of similar to what you want to go a trip.

The Pingyao went to several monuments: the ancient city wall, eyes slightly close the eyes, it seems to see flags fluttering, gunfire filled the sky fantasyland; in Shuang Lin Temple, the pious, praying that the gods bless a peace, harmony of couples; Rishengchang Piaohao ago, stopped treatments, start with "I want to be able to develop a large company, when a millionaire to the how good" daydream to. Only the day time, tourists came to an end of the operation.

We live in a city center street days Corey Yuen Ming and Qing Dynasty Inn, which is a long history and ancient past, merchants resident of the inn, out is a series of shops, merchants can imagine the original must be gathered, heavy traffic and pedestrian flow waves of noisy images.

All the stores to go the most, of course, snack shop, what rub fish, bowl bald, Orecchiette, Shuijian Bao, You-face roast a guy, and so I ate more times ----- I love to eat pasta, other Stores are mostly in a cursory look can only say that to understand the depression to find out, because only 6,4 km circumference of the ancient city of Pingyao, not blind stroll not have much place to stroll. However, the local push light lacquer certainly worth watching, but do not understand how to choose these handicrafts, why they did not dare to offer to buy.

In that short time, we both lived in a "three-fed" + "one down" the pleasant life: lying from arbitrary time, vine aimless wandering, no scruples Hu eat Hesse. Morning lying in the attic window, take a deep a few mouthfuls of Liang Qi, looking at the old lady across the duo-mile shiver under the eaves to mouth, waiting for the arrival of the flow of people and paving the streets of the door; repeated after both husband and wife to vote, it was agreed Fang Cai get up, when the wife to the End of 67 kinds of face painting "paint", the last out of the door; the Shop come to the street to the bowl of millet gruel, or Laodou Fu, and then eat on a tray with Shanxi Vinegar steamed stuffed bun, and then they surmise, on cameras and camera into the streets, the East beat Xi Zhao, been repeatedly to revel in the self, "an artist", it Liulianwangfan proceeding to get himself away from the point; evening sitting in the main room in the Inn, in the red lanterns and candles to shine, to bring Pingyao beef bought from the street poured into dish, to bottles of beer, from a small shop opposite side dishes called on the 23 samples, plump a wine bar pyridaben a dish ; as ruddy cheeks, the burning on a "Yuxi", puff, turn around, and next-bench foreigners Kan Chinese people do not understand the half-baked foreigners do not understand English, really is too cool; sufficient rice wine eat later, like a camel foot stepping on the clouds to climb up attic, then Wu, fall, suddenly began to snore (usually the next day my wife told me the snoring or not), to meet the next "three-fed" + "an inverted" .

Has been back a few days, and think of Pingyao was a few days, but extremely nostalgia and yearning for, so once again with his wife reached a consensus: that next year we will be back ----- Pingyao, you wait and see!
Author: tonnyj