When we are ready, get on the train to Jiashan intended to Xitang day trip, I was excited.
Our party of seven set foot on the land Xitang old and young, breathe fresh air Xitang, a long stroll in the alleys covered with quartzite, and wandering around in the white walls and black tiles in the old house next to the front of it ... ... I was there 300 the town for many years deeply attracted. It curved stone arch bridge across the water, the two sides of the weeping willows swaying side waving arms, gently stroking visitors of the cheeks and shoulders, fence where the grass there in the leisurely feeding chickens, Aberdeen, alleys where you can hear the tender voice singing songs in the ear long time swing, I kneel on the steps, his hand softly touching the water, my reflection in the surface layers of a poke to the ... ... have gone through three hundred years behind wind and frost and rain of the old homes, the open window sat Xuan visitors to see the scenery, or tea, or rest, or stirring up the arm to the table and throwing a license, or casual eating snacks like smoked beans, the eyes of the concept of random Landscape ... ... look forward to the river from the past, reminding us of scenes are in a leisurely sort of another world, away from the city noise and complicated, and exposure to such a quiet, peaceful Ik, laid-back town, is it a Huangruogeshi of感觉.
Sons sitting in the same Laifeng bridge house wines, the drinking of rice wine with typical farm, eating the fence just inside the captured Cao Ji Tsai, the lotus leaf chewing delicious Fen Zhengrou, goods kept trained on the Yunnan tea fragrance overflowing I feel that honest-to-earth and morals ... ... everything was all so unreal yet so real in standing, "Rain in corridor", the feelings of the world's cultural heritage legacy. GETTY IMAGES Xitang specialty - smoked green beans, along the way, all the way chewing, then brackish palatability, taste unique and rich. Sitting on the fence and then the river, let stores fried a snail to add some pepper, brew a pot of tea in Yunnan Yan Yan, everyone sitting around a round table covered with a blue printed cotton next to each other there is a tie not a tie-in chatting, sometimes a burst of laughter, attracted attention of others, harassment about the quiet town.
Xitang, oh! I deeply breathe in the fresh air like from the voice of nature, a long time reluctant to refuse to leave.
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