Years early in the fall of the old days, Qu Letang capital. Hurried trip a few days, in the dust in the air by the day, or the Forbidden City is a taste of some of the brilliant civilization, the ancient history of the Great Wall, Summer Palace the profound humiliation, Prince Gong's Mansion's alone luxury, as well as Silk Street hustle and bustle of the evening , Sanlitun night glory. . . . . . May be exposure during the time to pay attention, so that I could not capture the intervening thin deep flavor. Some days when I went back to Shanghai after the back to look again until one gains a number of profound significance: The original Beijing's royal style, vertical and horizontal content is accumulated over time, so it's passing also needs time to slowly savor their spirit and culture, and the share of distant Taste, quality out of the long time memorable. This is the product of Beijing Yun and unique. Like every city on the planet have their own unique charm. Between the geographical and regional, city to city may only similar, not identical.
Is also, therefore, has always come all the way to making their own travel's footprints all over here and there, but somewhere dedication have taken: not familiar with the local landscape. Look at the scenery do? To go the distance.
I remember a kid, growing up in an a beautiful environment, away from the home near the compound has a famous Taoist mountain Qingcheng, drove more than Shiyou Li Bing, father and son up to the ancient Dujiangyan flood control. Occasionally, holidays, and team activities, what will come to these places to see mountains, play with water, just as the door to a neighbor strings, never as any travel or what blessing. Later, working relationship with his parents returned to Shanghai, often sniffing the air fishy tired, drinking water, bleaching powder smell, watching the crowd's crowded, they inevitably feel fresh and natural land in the growth of childhood nostalgia. However, the resilience of children is always very strong in the integration of the city at the same time, have a wonderful stay in the hearts of the eternal memories and dreams. And then later graduated to work, often have to use annual leave for colleagues went to Chengdu to visit the scenery there, and returned holding a photo to me talked about, the kind that a long absence, I epiphany: I see your childhood has not had a landscape, enjoyed a natural mold, how to recognize and properly appreciate the no her? Is it really not familiar with the local landscape?
When you yourself have a little money, but also occasionally have some take a break from the moment they hastily strapped the luggage, to go the distance - look at the scenery. Very often, or too obscure to those great mountains and rivers, but also the beauty of the town varied town, and folk Pirang, looking at those natural flavor, perfect natural scenery, laid-back people, can not help indulging the meantime, think: if we gave up big city busy, busy abandoned earth, settled in the meantime, whether the result of too clean again with the idle and the longing for yesteryear? Of course, but think about, because when get to the bottom up, here again some philosophy of another. The most interesting are those mountain village, the local people, in making the visitors travel money, then the side disdain: "These city people, far away to go to come here tired, a thief dead, what is spectacle? That mountain is our daily way to go Well !。。。。。。" ear heard, can not help but Yaran: in the end feel that we are silly, or do we destroy their inherent quiet? --- "Well cheap is also Maiguai." Natural to think carefully to, it is in, who was born and bred, how would realize that the land at the foot of ordinary extraordinary it? They only know that this is their "home." This is my childhood, but added almost exactly the same.
I remember one year the Spring Festival to see the scenery of Yangzhou, those can be seen everywhere, and mixed with ancient poetry rhyme scenery I had enough of the eye addiction and read the quiet that no one among the Slender West Lake of the Xiaojiabiyu style, tasted the "Inclined rain do not need to go home "of the charm and flavor of Yangzhou cuisine, we are crossing the river back to the Zhenjiang prepared to return. The gap has been waiting for a train a few hours of stay will be a little before going in Yangzhou, Zhenjiang City, have seen the look at it a few hours to kill? Then turn the map to see whether the missing spots, so he saw the "ancient Xijin Ferry Street", on the cloud: a millennium of history a little Pier Street, street-level bluestone paved, both sides carved Mulou, street there Jiangnan The only crossing the street of the Yuan Dynasty stone pagodas, for precious Buddhist relics. Walking Old Streets can enjoy the unique style and elegant simplicity. I have this person, the subconscious where there are difficult to contain inexplicable nostalgia for times past. After reading the text, you will quickly go to Song Yongzhe friends, but also found to such a place, must be accompanied by old-fashioned rickshaw. May find a few driver, were all shaking their heads in order to answer the question I do not know the place. Finally to find one, and also studied a bit map, only a few twisted along the crooked path 78, the East Shui west crooked several cinder road, to the Natiao Ancient Street. Cold days, the coachman turned dry in there that we will, but also a sense shakes her head. To tell the truth, so far I have been merciless to express. No wonder no one known, or streets have long been abandoned as a Jour, uphold the grief and the stale, old powder instead of today's aging make matters worse, become neither fish nor fowl beyond recognition. Due to the beginning is my proposal, so the only self-restrained, or in the quiet streets Zouleyizao. In fact, careful study about it, after all, is a monument monuments carved incomplete, vague writing, floor house style. . . The former must be in the bustle of the terminal front scenery off, but years of erosion, combined with being attended to, but clearly some naughty written in the ancient wall, quartzite between the immature Fen Bizi. That time, winter's afternoon wind suddenly began to be West Ramp of the sun is a little bit of the earth to absorb the already modest warmth, walking on this cold winter's run-down Poxian unmanned small street, I could not savor her history. Hurried good-bye here, mind can not tell is a pity, or depressed, but from the previous process of seeking another way to appreciate the places which are not familiar landscape. A few years later, and occasionally in the newspaper read with a short message to the effect that Zhenjiang municipal government is determined to repair this or streets, to preserve monuments Shigeaki scenery. I do not think anyone will pay attention to this news, but I like the parties, as little to excited about. I hope she can really become an antiquity, after all, I have to go far away to read special "landscape."
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Go to see much more, combined with the home city - Shanghai Construction and Development of the ever-changing, often says to himself, but also to discover the landscape around them bar. Encounters in the field can be a friend to Shanghai, or can not find anything and can enjoy the scenery. The most enthusiastic or take them to the shopping or the United States entice. Gradually, would also like to understand: the land itself as this one, when I was between her and the countless people who have emotions involved, the mind is that there's a warm and recognized. Good or not good things, I will be tolerated as a natural holistic Rehmannia are closed. Like feng shui piece of childhood treasure, not know how to appreciate her, but had naturally blend with her, will present the name of the part of the landscape, turned into the other nickname. The distance from the eyes of scenery is needed in order to become a landscape. Because of distance, it becomes beautiful, become mysterious, restless wishes to allow people to get some first-hand personal experiences. But in any case similar, you are just passing through.
Suddenly, after no longer embarrassed himself, and open book, travel atlas, looking at road line, one after another or one input on old-fashioned story filled with quirky names, expand meditation and plans. . . . . .
Next stop, I was to go the distance --- which a small dot on the map, look at the scenery it?
Author: berylzh
