Early in the morning together, went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the temple is being renovated. It makes me feel even as uninteresting. And makes a read on Xuanzang's text, applauded for his life ---- share of right of bigotry. Some of interested in the tower that the name of a number of writers have not yet cracked the ink and a legend of treasure (spoken introduction), it should be of great interest to the treasure hunt. into the rather meaningless, Shek Mun, unparalleled in modern glass-fronted cabinets of aluminum alloy Let me uninteresting to rush here End Inscription on the stone walls began a layers of stairs. turn when you get dizzy and dazzled heard someone call reach the peak of the. small space filled with people who want to see wonder, said pair What is the big footprints were gods stepped on to. stand in this twisted old buildings where, in addition to what our ancestors could have retained some respect for things, I do not know why the feeling as much in prison, Ha ha! in order to be worthy of 15 yuan The tickets, according to a few bitter to maneuver to spiral staircase to go. In fact, the tower, a small gallery of some more flavor.
And then come to Forest of Stone Tablets, is an excellent father. Because the outside of a fun and beautiful streets, I have not proceeded to arty. In every shop in the walk through, happy again to fill a very full heart. Xun blown up with a boss In "" Abandoned "" has been described in the bleak tunes, although there is no background, background, although in extremely crowded market, the heart, or by this instrument unique to the share of frustration toggle gently, without hesitation to buy one. with the boss learned a long time before they finally blow a tune to, to the boss to discuss several music scores can be blown so far seven scales are endless, really sorry for my day of well-meaning.
Then go down and see a dull red cherry wood (allegedly) bracelet, there are inexplicable to like it. Bought a belt in their hands and find it's practical. Saw exquisite paper-cuts, each had wanted to buy. Screening a set of thin black and color on the package. I have worked tirelessly to cruise the old streets in the heart will always be one the most dynamic landscape. Bujue Zhong, to the appointment time with the father, hastily rushed to the wall next.
At this point it is in the evening, the sunset cast a layer of the ancient walls of pale gold, solemn in the addition of a charming kind. Standing on the steps of the beautiful photo of one of the most proud of the photo. Going up the city, had no people, only a rather funny way tourists sat tourist cars roaring past. I have the stone on the road and happily jumping straight to see the south gate (if yes) in silence, remembered the former glory tower. Turn to a look at the sun slowly receded on the battlements, the bottom of my heart filled with Love actually is passing away melancholy.
The lanterns are out of town get to go around inquire about the snacks, everyone is pointing Hui Street, walk a little tired of the Drum Tower, the gates to see, and my heart there is joy, a go, it was front of a scene overawed -- - the whole street were taking gas! Like a boil in large pan, I happily walked from the street end of the street. Each one of the patrons look lovely sitting there happily eat. The same kind of surprised me this bumpkin snacks in my eyes is so fascinating: can not eat lamb but fun foam, extremely delicious Jia 3 clyster package, sweet scented rice pudding, delicious rice noodle, and lively barbecue. . . . . Changed for at least 67 different stalls, and some even eat something called a small mouth, but I really enjoyed tremendously - for herself as well as that of a happy crowd. Until very late, only some reluctantly leave.
The next day morning, the sun extremely bright, and again came to my deep love of this street. The difference is that at night, early morning streets quiet and lazy. Blazing to walk in the shop, the trip has been more than a lot of hands down the snacks and cloth. And then a drilling narrow streets, fiddle with the stand sits a variety of exquisite gadgets, knowing mostly fake, they still are very happy to listen to the boss boasted kept trained to ancient times, one would come to the door of the mosque. Looked at that humble little door, and my heart is really little hope. Think that they picked the last stop in Xian pick is worth a thousand words, than saw not see. Entering the door can be a,那座beautiful red wooden Fang immediately I conquered - in the sun in her Fan Chu is a kind of fascinating how the glory! Exquisite pattern let me once again touched by the ancients nature's intricate work. For she had the Cultural Revolution, ho moving, but grateful. This is a purely Chinese courtyard-style mosque. Layout neat symmetry. All the displays are placed in the atmosphere, where the only fruit you are not afraid of damage to cultural relics, you can also sit in the Ming and Qing era of bold mahogany furniture look for feel. Allegedly touched one of the country remaining four pairs of coronal and more respect for the prophets. There are an older kind of A lied to me talk about some of the thin basic understanding of Islam. Warm in the midday sun, we have one old and one young to really identify those who are the Ming and Qing stone, those are the modern to fill, and the sun through the sulfur becomes all the more charming than the real glass. Throughout the courtyard where only my mother and two visitors, we are happy and comfortable. Unfortunately, time to take the afternoon train to leave, unable to see the church scene, very sorry.
Went outside the city, but also the bustling crowds and crowded high-rises, people actually have Huangruogeshi feeling.
See you soon! Xian!
Author: Y123CH
