Long been haunted by an idea in mind and would like to see the historical flavor of the ancient capital has a deep, look at the historical roots. As a result, the courage to choose a late winter's Spring Festival, a true festival of their own, inviting the friends 23, into the ancient millennium, relieved bleak.
To the city, out of the train station, first to meet our snow is cool, piece of the flying around, the entire Xi'an by its Buyiburao to wrap wrapped in a Wonderful Time I Spent elements, the wind and snow is even more rugged and forthright , Jiangnan Water is not a moment of Rouni and dripping.
Enter the city center, is a clock tower at the core of the four architectural style, still stands at the crossroads former glory, board floor, go Jimuyuantiao Quartet, gray snow pressing pressure points, people feel there are so thorough, but a trace of gas, the while still in the festive season excitement to the crowd gathered there, an instant they divergence of two sets of three in all directions, leaving my school of the Chinese New Year festive atmosphere. I do not know how, living in a foreign land, at the moment, the family Jinian rise in my heart a little, gentle warm thoughts obsession with the right snow constitutes a snow sculpture of me in may. The cries in the companion urging, I have pressure of cross-gods, hastily flashed a few shutter, a pedestrian then turn Ben Drum Tower, the ancient walls, Forest of Stone Tablets, and other long appear in our program on the destination. Perhaps to the original rhyme expectations too ideal, good Qi Shuashua ancient bricks in the modern restoration of the barrier, the other ruthless touch isolation impossible. , Was a hit a group of happy children, a worry-free floating down at the foot of the wall with a joyful; enjoy a frolic with their childhood. We have picked up the fault of his own innocence, grabbed a handful of snowballs to join the children's game.
More children to leave everyone a snow petals as a souvenir, we continue to coachman forward. Soon, under the direction of the fingers of the Colombian Dunqu, just like the Big Wild Goose Pagoda from far to near in the Mist territory in the snow, and gradually a clear presentation in front of us. The Snow was the cedar knees, silent silhouetted against the clear prism 7-layer brick tower, but also adds a touch of solemnity. Around, having fun little guests, we have no intention of traces of snow, and even the sound of hope flash is minimized, but also do not want to scare away the Buddhist iridium in this bowl, erected in front of a large square tower, I began to capture an appropriate point of view, can twilight of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda full load my memory treasure box. A moment's inattention to avoid that string of Hongyan's sugar-coated haws and leisurely hearty cries, jumped into my lens, Hupenghuanyou soon as sound, after a string of staff understood that their enjoyment thus elatedly which, accordingly Duo to go slowly to the Small Wild Goose Pagoda.
Wild Goose Pagoda and the arrest of a larger formal board, a more honest appreciation of the Small Wild Goose Pagoda and the quiet, faint paths to guide us in front of her, without the slightest modification of modern, poignant and in-chu there, silently recount her year; scattered in front of the tower footprints painted on the steps of a full stop, but it seems as though her story is not the end of the day; the history of wind, frost, deeply branded engraved in her body, Luo Ji and sad Cang, mottled with lighter spots dialysis vicissitudes of fate; even a passing snow children could not help but, stopped to listen to her story; that Montreal Falling leaves, whether it is sad the Office of tears. The wind began to bear, and blow away my sight, Pagodas fuzzy in my eyes opened to. Shuaishuai Tou, and then to see a clear result, according to still be fruitless.
Snow and thick, and winding around in a circle, everyone began to return, I have a team of people slowly fall behind and one foot deep shallow foot kicked the road, snow Gazhigazhi the issue of protest, bent, my sparkling first-hand grip from the snow, in the temperature of the skies, slowly revealing the same soft water to.
Shady trees Taying ramp vast Yufei only snow. . . . . .
Author: lere
