Most do not like to follow his life to travel in groups, which, like parading; to buy a map by map Faso wings, not good, with a total reminiscent of that harm our childhood spoon-feeding teaching; the best of She Xiang Lian Yan Yu do not, then is a speculative mind seek personal gain.
Before you go, that place is already in your heart; you go there, like to see a correspondence has been a long time friend.
Shaoxing in my mind, is such a whole body reveals a culture of friends.

Spending the Night in the foot of Tashan, Tian Ming, there are birds to call you. Let's go slowly, do not go by car, even if it is as leisurely cruise of the rickshaw.
Everywhere in this town is all culture, all landscape, all spirituality.
Works of Lu Xun in the year of the "ancient × Pavilion mouth", the opposite is the Jianhu Woman monument. Sun Yat-sen's handwriting, the thousands of everyone walked up and down, busy, how simple and well-being. Think of a person, how much energy can be Ze Phi vegetation common people, where a pool of a tile has a blessing, all honor.
Lu Xun's Former Residence of Zhu Department, you fancy a leisurely morning, one day, nobody expel you. In the cement and steel building who grew up in Park ridge jump Baicao not say curiosity; but your own, then why not a wild place from children, foolishly come to accept the Enlightenment ... ... like a would like you to look at people, came from a put their names written on the drifting arena of water, prime of life, written at the time of the fire in a democratic emancipation, Xiong-Wen great man, you can read whole life was finished? Out, the opposite of white wall, but also not forget to tell you that Xianheng hotel Why the name "Xianheng."
Shaoxing plenty of bookstores, finders are hidden in your childhood. "The Azalea Mountain," "wheels rolling," ... ... Perhaps you may feel that accompany you grew up in a small child, partner, do not know when to come here, but worth has increased, you look at,
Like the former friend, strayed into the wrong path, can not help but slightly melancholy.
In the Cao'e River bridge, you dangling legs, thinking that a river Han dutiful daughter, a free spirit will be like that, like the flow of water under the bridge. Thought,
There are so many sleeping souls, watch this Vietnamese city, would have ventured to this wildly?

Author: xht11