Xi'an to experience the beginning of last year, 51 went to Xi'an.
Xian admired for many years, the reasons are simple ridiculous, just to see years ago, a third-rate movie, "War Terra-Cotta Warrior Ancient and Modern Love." Asked some friends, also read a lot of the director's films, found that many people are hard to break away inside the "Qin complex," an emperor, leaving much to admire, and imagine the room for future generations. However, if it is not exactly the end of April to buy the movie plays two original "Terra-Cotta Warrior" to see if, after an upsurge of emotion, to Xi'an, is still a very long period of time I is not resolved to the practice of "dream."
Xi'an, an express ride to the train out of central China, the window a little bit of exposed loess slope a unique landscape and customs, then I really realize that they are being rushed to the remote northwest unfamiliar to hide the excitement began to become concrete has been means.
At 8:15 on May 1, the train arrived in Xi'an terminal. Get off a lot of people, mixed in the colored population through the crowded stuffy smell of the tunnel, came out of Exit. I can not wait to go and looked at. Is not the first time out of travel, and know that all of China's railway stations are similar, but the extent of College Students Donate Sperm different. But still could not help a bit disappointed: the imagination and therefore gave me 12 North Korea should be the first impression of old gracefully and without compromising the atmosphere, the reality is - not the old traditional method, the old nor is this the old law.
A taxi to the hotel, have come full circle, the square are refusing hire a taxi parked, they just run "long-term." Helpless, carrying five members of his luggage at the train station had sat a bus stop, down, be called to the rental.
Before going, WHEN WHEN acquaintances booked through hotels, called the "Orient", is located east by the Road. Competent driver puzzled, said: "The road is only two companies 'Oriental Hotel'." We say that it wants to, and my heart strong disapproval: Xi'an this place, "guesthouse", "Hotel" is not just one issue!
Taxi costs 5 Xi'an start to angle as the unit pricing, jump to 10 a few, turned the car stopped at the 1 "Oriental Hotel" door. A two-story old-fashioned state-owned hotels, old though old, expect kick down the pack as long as 80 a night, is simply beyond the imagination's satisfaction. No happy long the call and was told to run the wrong place, the original true home "Oriental Hotel", just a few steps away Xianning in the road, an awkward position. A few minutes later, but still open to a brand-new Honda, then our past, in Xi'an, gray landscape of a small road.
Cursory first day of free activities. 3 individual can not wait, I first went to Lintong. I do not want to (not) too early to touch the mystery of Terracotta Warriors and Horses, and IVAN cruise in the city. Xi'an before he came here to listen to that cold weather and special area of the sweater, who know that the sun with good eyes could not open. I was tan slouch, drill into the sterile air-conditioned mall, like the way of affordable Amoy wear shorts. Turn full circle, seen slightly touched upon, the price actually more expensive than in Shanghai, not help people's consumption level of Xi'an high esteem.
Xi'an is the capital of a typical pattern of trunk was vertical and horizontal distribution, the so-called ancient city wall, that is, inside and outside the city boundaries. The inner city is a bustling commercial center, construction is relatively modern, but mostly well-organized style. Whenever there are monuments of the place, and ultimately, glaring banners, light bulbs, banners, as if it is not so does not express a festive atmosphere. Get a few dirty robes phoenix coronet antique photo shoot, all repertoire.
To buy a map, to want to go out of the local loop.
I first went to Forest of Stone Tablets, flooded authentic calligraphy. While the early years, before learning calligraphy, the day the sun by large trees, and cursory went so far as I could not get much interest. After Concubine Yang of the gravestone paused, Yu Dai closer look, I suddenly remembered how she died, as was heavily hit, fled. First met in the Forest of Stone Tablets life extension (read: ta) monument: to the good rice paper cover the surface of the monument, with a wooden hammer, the rhythmic beat, until the words are carved into Beishang Folks knock into , and then dip the cotton regiment uniform shoot ink on paper, several times, the white black, concave into the perfect words will appear. Watched a stay, Shenhen early Xueyibujing, just could not be both artistic and economic value of the word, Xiaban Sheng Ye Hao enough to live comfortably. Forest of Stone Tablets worthy of mention is also prescribe a quiet promenade, carved wooden lattice window lattice, a slip of red paint pillars, brick paved road, though with the nondescript iron handrails wood folding chairs (like the early cinema kind), but so scorching under the hot sun, sitting in shady promenade, the cold drink while eating, while listening to cicadas neighing, watching the sun through the leaves scattered on to floating down the grass, was very pleasant.
As a symbol of Xi'an, one of the clock tower is really not much point: The original I thought it was a great bell struck, sound, and thousands of miles. Up until know is that the humble corner hanging in the floor that thing. Do not know not to charge income, and many people line up at the knock. Buildings in the exhibition organized what dark Chao Chao's room, the air foul, dirty red carpet, did not watch the left.
Did not know there are Muslims and Islam, Xi'an, Xi'an, and do not know there are hidden in the mosque, Block Shenxiang. Identical from one filled with fake antiques walked the trail, almost passed through. Ancestral hall entrance is similar to the compound, which deeply into one another forward, as Beijing's courtyard. Wearing a white hat staff are Muslims, looked a little snowball effect, drawing the flavor of the late Qing - their was no one to talk, for those of us outsiders, dismissive, even slightly hostile. Unfortunately, If we can catch up later to go for prayer imams.
Out of the old mosque in Xian city, some in our view, an ancient and fresh stuff: On the little cottage in the street barber shop, glass color photos posted on the stars and beautiful head, door wide open, put the lively pop music; woodshed take up "vegetable station", the primitive wooden shelves stocked with a variety of apples and oranges; a full of garbage trucks parked on the road side, the sun and the horrible smell.
Hui a street in the "old Sun home" to eat meat Paomo. Their stores where the old lady, long exactly like my grandmother, but much more than her old kind. Granddaughter sitting at the door stared, not Mohr-McClune, nor ignore the flies landed on the fans. At first I Xianzang do not want to eat, but drank the soup, very delicious, I hope, and there is no causal relationship between fly bites. Checkout, 5 yuan.
Rushed to the Small Wild Goose Pagoda is nearly dusk when the sky, the stone pagoda thirteen hundred years especially bleak in the sunset twilight. Bought a ticket on the tower, the door staff of the work, reminders that we hurry up. After climbing up and up found Tinglei, steep and narrow wooden stairs again, only allow one-way road, if someone down, we can only wait on the stairs. And the more bottom-up, the more steep stairs of the interval is said that the TV drama "Journey to the West" swept tower scenes in that film, and make life difficult for those photographers who, in this square inch of the way how Shi punched and kicked started. Finally climbed to the top of the tower, tired of the half-dead, dried bean curd big place, surrounded by a high wall puzzle the Qi Jian, looked out from the Embrasure Lane, scenic little to. Are angry, skylights successively drilled two Japanese lady, in a few young people under the arm became firmly established, the four next looked to see the results of such a helpless, spontaneously burst out laughing. Japanese woman's unique feminine again exaggerated facial expressions, will not fade because of age, is somewhat forgotten angry.
Dead fat the next morning chartered to Qianling, Famen Temple. Drivers fat big one, small eyes, mustache, failed to ask the name. Creating wealth, saying that a good back and forth 350, he drove a risen to 400, saying that incidentally came back we went to Weiyang Palace as compensation, sounds like take a fraction of pork sold. In order to soothe us, the way he jokes constantly impressed me most is that when driving at night, he said often encountered Xiaye Ban's "Miss", are often pushed off to pay good money says that business, with him "exchange." We asked him if he promised not, he cried, speaking in Xi'an cavity, said: "every day how the exchange can bear it?!" Also fear that lack of proof of his innocence, added: "Brother, I am empty!" We laughed.
Car only four seats, five of us, men's poise and take turns sitting the back bench. To Qianling after high-speed, in order to avoid the toll booth, fat around the thought of law-breaking way, Britain's powerful car in front of people fortunate that people who bench luck. I volunteered to sit in a back bench hard, Britain was particularly sore backside, but also to prevent being left off, we must keep pace with handrails on both sides of the window. The whole posture looks funny, like the prisoner escorted to the execution ground. Enough to eat on the way to the bitterness returned to Xi'an, fat surprise when the old trick. During the parking fees at the attractions he let us depend on the out, until then could not help, blaming him for too much money, he's kinda wronged. Deserve his bad luck this time, when two rogue village children stopped, extortion money from. He was not happy, children not allowed to stay put in front of the vehicle open, but unfortunately the money paid 2. He Mamalielie to going forward, just one turn, as we all shocked: the middle of the road sideways Jigen branches, two white-haired old lady came over, held out his hand trembling trembling money. Again, one on the road almost all such roadblocks! Fat mad, and turned back, went straight to speed away. We want to laugh not laugh, but also comfort his wounded soul.
That day is difficult to hear the train back to Shanghai to buy, with the fat man asked about testing, he said that as long Paizhexiongfu money, wrapped in him. Back to Xi'an Railway Station Square, he recruited a few ticket brokers to talk to us the price. Cattle lip service, said to be increased 200 per ticket, train number also Henlan, we did not buy. The next day to see the terracotta warriors and horses actually fat, separated by half of the road, then pulled up truck lamb to be slaughtered I do not know where to go. He also saw us and out come all the way is also the window where Shen Chutou, inviting voice and asked if we did not buy tickets, IVAN jumped up and accused him: "dead fat, you Go to hell!"
Terracotta warriors and horses, good-bye, Terra Cotta Warriors third day of the plan is to Shaanxi Provincial Museum of the morning, afternoon, Terra Cotta Warriors.
Shan Bo-called "Give me a day, but also you have the millennium," there are a few minutes listening to the ancestors of the despot. Indeed is a vast collection, Liulianwangfan. Get two points out of the door faster, and cancel lunch, went straight to Terra Cotta Warriors.
At the station to catch up with a minibus bound for Lintong, no seat, sat down next to the driver of the engine cover, front of a packed carts, close their eyes meditatively shaking signs of fatigue, was very uncomfortable.
Look out the window, gray skies, endless fields widely praise the rapid retreat of the field at the end of a faint rolling hills. Chewing heart of "800 li Qin Chuan," the words Shashi emotion: a thousand years people are still breeding crafts and prosperous, all-powerful emperor in the foot of the generation of sleep, Zhang Yimou's films, plays two novels, in this speechless in front of the Yellow Earth are all eclipsed.
Terra Cotta Warriors took a fan to find a little hesitant because the light off in a row under the header before sharing Rouga Mo, the driver said, "to" I am very puzzled clumsy antique inside that building (known as "Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum") is like night and day The terracotta warriors and horses, to the side hawkers confirmation that they vague, not to say that they would not say it is not. Described as a middle-aged woman came Weisuo selling tickets, I turned around and left. Facts prove that my assessment is accurate, but can not help but fail to live up to the emperor the descendants of such sadness.
From the heat of the sun has finally walked into the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum, the eyes & feel a dark place where the door to see a lot of people within the surrounding glass box model, I did not stop, and slowly walk look inside my heart is not without a little excitement, and more The museum is a dense deep gush of cooling dip a bit scared. Figurines into the pit, Zhaxianzhixia only amazed his "big", especially the use of reinforced materials, supporting up huge ceiling, there are people gasped momentum. But when I imagine those who have been countless times to show the genuineness of terracotta warriors and horses in front, made a six-day-dream, suddenly lost its meaning, the moment even feel pity: these kinds of things buried in the ground than on the ground is more mysterious, and harmony. They were neat to see where yards on the corridor, like a pile of goods for sale, not help think of coming to the museum on the road, near to open a lot of family workshops, sir replica plants, big and small, poor build crude sir ordinary farmhouse stood the entrance to the courtyard, the men squatting soldier figurines at the foot of a meal, the children playing in the horse stomach under the shuttle is very funny. Terra-Cotta Warrior Museum in front of a street is more for dumping, a box of five small figurines like, as long as five dollars, a little more than a dozen large yuan to tens per month. Out loud hawkers and tourists to bargain with a metal tool to knock on the griddle pan Qin terracotta ring, indicating how much of their stuff is good, how fair price.
Affected by the film, thinking that Terracotta Warriors and Horses is a closer look, but in fact only a week circling. Because it is very spacious, and tourists are not crowded, flash one after another, not nobody. We followed the crowd along the railings to stop-go. Approached to see terracotta warriors and horses, a square felt a sincere cordial, imagined shwemawa, Hen Buneng to steal one to take home.
There are several statue figurines such as a separate display. 1 Meiqingmuxiu civilian figurines, listening to explanations is the Qin Dynasty's "good-looking man," I do not like that there is no skinny face, a handful of jaw is even more annoying goatee. General figurines enough awe-inspiring, and his breast with a knot on the show of his illustrious military exploits, but also it is not love.
I have a kneeling figurines before Zhuzu a long time, batch after batch of tourists follow the tour guide next to turn, as the flood receded come again. I heard a different tour guides repeat the same words to describe the soldier's clothing and posture represent what was superb craftsmanship. I carefully look at how his hair was compiled: from the temples, the sub-share, compiled to the back of the head, and then converge at the bottom to the top of the head editor of the hair, to form a bun. His shoes, red is also meticulous workmanship than female, square head Melaleuca at the end, knotted shoelaces, soles are thick nail and India - and I bend down and look at every nail and India are doing meticulous. There are so instant, I felt as if looking at a real-life Qin men, but also so recklessly, not help blushing.
And then not eaten breakfast that day, the weather was hot, stomach, only cold drinks and mineral water, hungry, dizziness, insist on reading the three figurines pits, it is a walk. Conceivable that do not know when to go again, they still have to stand here all alone, thousands of Health and ages, the reigning unspeakable sadness. Want to see the front of all the charged to my heart, straight to see the eyes of sour and then stand it anymore, finally severely heart away. I consoled myself that I will definitely come back, and definitely.
God probably heard my words, deliberately create opportunities for me - know I never will, not strong - the same evening the camera to lose it. From "Jia 3 clyster package" Chibaohezu out, feeling good, not a taxi, called the three cars slowly stepped back to hotel. Found that the camera halfway gone, big emergency, the original seat that is the rickshaws Jigen iron railing, and when rolled down a do not know. Along the antecedents go back and look, where you can still see! And IVAN two popular Ji Gong Xin, in the streets blaming each other - I certainly do not heartache camera can be mounted inside the terracotta warriors and horses are in the film where the film呀!
Gas off, and think about it, a sizeable definitely have to come again.
54 Youth Day in Yanan to Yan'an is outside the plan. Because it wanted to look at Hukou waterfall, but there is no car directly to Xi'an, transfer time of the day, if too late, so then decided to stay a night in Yan'an.
Volvo's bus ride from Xi'an to Yan'an, the front of the car refused to believe that we simply had to take more than seven hours! At 8 o'clock start, and the roads looked at three boring domestic VCD, played numerous times sleepy, each opened his eyes in frustration of the skin were told "to Yenan's early yet."
By 13:00 or so, the car stopped at a hotel entrance, we were driven down to eat mutton Paomo. Not many people really pays for, while the driver and the conductor is free to eat, of course, he saw behind the counter of the hospitality business owners and habitual smile, the original grievances have changed some of the bear. WHEN WHEN is real hungry people sitting there, a pair of big eyes Zhi Gougou headed to a bowl to see. Our stomach has also been deeply moved by the taste of cooked food that can not stand, simply go out and stand on highway chat, the topic is inseparable from how to eat special food in Yan'an.
Chibaohezu back on the bus driver, I heard that there is more than an hour and then went to Yan'an, we at once the spirit of Da-Zhen, the car was originally issued dismissive swept away bags of bread.
Three points, to the foot of the mountain pagoda. Just get off on the team to catch up with a tractor roaring, smoke wrapped Fui Sha overwhelming, and we bow to their noses and close to the cliff quickly scared away one by one across the street in panic, such as rats.
"Baotashan is intended to climb!" We are standing on the foot of mountains, looking at the Peak towering pagodas, stunned the car ---- a day sitting, stomach Nor is there any oil and water, alas ... ... the memory of those two days, I do not know how is always accompanied by the ubiquitous hunger. Fortunately, Hill is not high, the first street filled with souvenir stalls, selling all of Chairman Mao's image and the red drum, also climbed all the way to see all the way gone.
The impression that all the photographs are of the Yan'an Pagoda appears as a background, approached the view, also an ordinary stone pagoda. Daoshi an old lady singing folk songs of northern Shaanxi has aroused my interest, with about 70 up and down, thin and small elite, and his voice loud and clear, is a rare expression of rich, radiant, and the whole movie a typical figure. I was looking happy in a crowd of people walking out, his mouth saying that "singing for a day, and no money to earn one." Just a Changba, music just stops, the old lady's face suddenly without a trace of festivity. I was surprised a person's mood, was able to stay away without leaving a trace of traces of strange Tao said, "actors ruthless", as if pulled far away.
Yan'an without my imaginary backward, of course, also do not touch, and prosperity. Not to the flood season, Yan River is dry, Yan River Bridge, a bit lonely, and from vehicles is still a lot. We cross the river to the wangjiaping go. Five people packed into a small Xiali - a person sitting in front of baggage, followed by four young girls sitting on boys lap. I sat in uncomfortable, do not stretch Zhi Yao, head out to see Suozhao - parallel to the car next to the inside people are Seeing us laughing.
Wangjiaping What are the earth yellow, houses, land, and even people's faces, perhaps because when we went to almost evening and the twilight, like a kind of warm feeling things can not tell. Sweep the yard very clean, interesting to note that the village is still inhabited, the people and history, neighbors enjoyable.
Leaders of the house to retain a good, simple and plain to the excess is not the same thing. Mao Zedong's going to live where he is a winding path, has been extended to the small hill that a go. Great meal or the opening of the year to end the meeting, wearing a jacket out of a walk, that situation, think of the people to tears.
Mountains have air-raid shelter, the KMT used to hide bombs. The door to see Heigulongdong, unfathomable, carefully Cat Lumbar Spinal into. Walked half, from the mischievous IVAN slipped inside rushed out to intimidate people, girls, timid, scared of the screaming, the latter followed Guaijiao people booing, a ghost call Langhao time air-raid shelter. Everyone is afraid of another enjoyable and exciting. Washed out, the staff standing on the hole waiting for us, a bunch of keys in the hands Eurya. We met with laughter, loss is called, otherwise we should spend the night inside a.
Is not far across the auditorium, Mao Zedong published in this famous speech XX. Like most young people, I was "revolutionary" thing has never been pregnant with respect. But in here, long strips of neatly placed in the chair, a small lectern stood quietly on the podium, marching slowly loose wooden floor over the sound words unconsciously lowered. Indeed, a surge of respect to remember with affection. I can understand that, then sitting here listening to the young souls, their chest surging enthusiasm burning youth. Time flies, it was no bar for half a century, the world has changed.
We are in the yard under a large red five-pointed star took a group photo, washing out of view, according to the good, the true five young faces. Years later to see is a memorial that we do a mediocre youth?
不到黄河心不死Yan'an only breakfast is a meal at the hotel near the snack shop to buy steamed buns to eat, just come to light and warm Shashi looks tempting. Called one of the four meat buns Cai Bao. I bite, I feel the meat taste right, all spit, and eat only the skin. Look at them, and devoured eat quite well, can not help but secretly ashamed.
From Yan'an to the Hukou and also a half-day. Drive to the middle, WHEN WHEN, and IVAN abdominal pain unbearable, ask drivers to continue to facilitate an emergency stop. A long time, two sides appeared relieved, with his face covered with toilet stench and the bitterly painful, we all break out laughing. The two men squat on the original foul-smelling of the latrines, the gall to their own entertainment to explore the reasons for diarrhea, to discuss the outcome is "Chi Baozi eat"! I Chicai package JOY nothing can be understood, the same WATSON is safe to eat meat, so these two Daomei Gui Chong, he ferociously yelling to discuss one is saying, WATSON bloom the lost innocence of his classic smiles answer .
A minibus to the town of Luochuan not opened, the driver to take us "resold" to dial a few locals. The beginning we very reluctantly, insisting that the driver take him down. Not far out of town, the locals come to catch up, stopped not let go, that posture did not know what would provoke them urgently had to obediently go.
This section is a walk along the Yellow River, is also open outside of the road is a dry riverbed below, Duanbi, boulders, I am sitting by the window, looking frightened, for fear of a U-turn when a mishap on the fall went. Although "不到黄河心不死," but I still want to die into the Yellow River.
I do not know how many turn the hills where river water gradually, though very shallow, just you have not seen the riverbed may have been mixed yellow roll, it has some momentum. I am very excited, so that they can quickly see, a month are also rustic awe of.
If you take an ordinary van into the Hukou should be Maimen Piao, probably 30 per person. However, the local driver's car ride tickets is for him to earn. So, when he entered the door to close all the windows, window foil, Heiqu Qu's, IVAN pointedly asked him that we are not even laid his head go? The driver is pretty simple and honest, to be honest: "Nadao do not." We laugh in the back of nausea.
The distance you see a white mist shrouded the sky, it should be is the Hukou Waterfall of the. Has opened a lot of road, the car parked next to the waterfall, when we realize that the sky is not the fog that was actually sky yellow sand! Hukou waterfall right in the saddle in strong winds all the way from overwhelming, to the sharp narrowing of the Waterfall pass here, combined with no green on both sides, the mountainside of the yellow sand was blowing, the Putian cover day, heaven and earth a bleak.
Get off before the person made a stand in the face of wet tissue paper do "gas mask." A car door, eyes could not open, and feet just Shimoji, upper layer of sand on the down. Alas, this is where the spout, is plainly sub-Well! JOY in the car screams: "I do not go on, you go!"
Direction towards the waterfall just take a while, head, body, ears-wide into the sand. Reached the edge of the cliff without looking under the fence to see the Yellow River roared roll forward, the two sides are as steep rock faces torn off from the turbid waves, the hideous horror. Could not help throwing stones in,一眨眼的工夫was engulfed, and looking straight legs become soft.
Going up is probably the quiet in the "Yellow River绝恋" a place where customs million species, and many people take pictures. Closer look, a beautiful rainbow across the falls, but also to stand regardless of what point of view, near all seem within reach. Splash, the body flow into his face, thrilled! Extremely excited, childish to cry.
And falls apart, but right close by, it is an entirely different story of the upper class. Everywhere As a result, the Yellow River comes from the sky meandering, broad river, flow gently. Squat river wash, gravel hands clearly visible. Dried, rough hands of the uncomfortable.
In a nearby restaurant to eat noodle, and asked the boss to take water, wash your face, hair stiff in both agglomeration, and ears out of thin sand-leave-mile uproar.
Chartered from Hukou to the Tea House, WATSON sitting in the copilot's seat and the driver chatting on a big sigh of rotten apples in Shaanxi problems, to study how fruit shipped to Shanghai to do business. Drivers honest people, believed her, and almost his leave each phone number. Finally, he had a sublimation, so that the entire vehicle off their feet: "I came here Xi'an tourism there is a purpose, which is to examine the development of the west ... ...", the result was thrown into the car behind us to go, and the two travel to Yan'an teacher to sit by him sublimation.
In the Tea House in exchange for Xi'an, cars, and hopes are lucky to catch the Volvo. At an intersection waiting for half a day, only to take the cars, "luxury" sleeper bus. Yishang Che, there is an unknown Tao Yi Gu hard to explain the taste. Sleeper lying on the disorder of the kinds of people. We sat on two benches behind the driver's seat, and firmly refused to go back to the car. A foul Jiaoya swinging in my head, distributing a full-bodied flavor.
Shaanxi saying dialect called "Mizhi Suide of Po Yi Han," we are the co-pilot of this car and the guy are probably Suide soliciting people, sturdy, with Xing. Along the way Kuangzhui in front of a sleeper bus, constant overtaking, Transfer Road, sounded his horn, we are clinging to handrails looking stunned, the atmosphere is also not out. Need for Speed on the way this contest come to an end, drivers continue to greet the passengers convenience. Men naturally irrigated farmland on the roadside, but still saw off also followed the woman, I have spent not help to stay for. Within a short while, playing big heart, the tummy window to see how they act. Originally ran a bit deeper sorghum ground, squatted had no shadow.
Sky growing dark, there is alignment in the repair, the speed slowed down, the driver began to twiddle one's thumbs put VCD. Our location is just below the TV, all rise to see what they are released. Slow machine, read a long time, emerge an ugly man, giving her outdated hairstyle, clothing, rustic, slurred speech to singing, and a look of'd rather die like. Here are subtitles, and we see him sing something in the end what is a ghost: "Do you love me? Do you hate me? Please clear one point ... ..."哇靠, collective vomit! Strong demand drivers for the film, this is the only car drivers say that they are, want to come is a long-distance bus drivers, Xi'an idol. No alternative but to refuse to continue to put up with this super-plus noise pollution, because on top of the head, from time to time can not help but go to Kanji Yan, he is still there, extreme narcissism. Alas, the most painful thing on earth than this.
Xi'an, Shaanxi snacks to go they can not Ti Xian snacks. Visit Xi'an, Yan'an, we ate a total of 20 before and after a few, the list is as follows:
biang biang face, smell of urine (post) sub-surface (such as the issue of eating noodles whistle-like ringing, WATSON, one of the classic lens), noodle, Qishan roll skinned (Liang Pi), buckwheat co-branding, wiping potato, pickled cabbage shredded chicken noodle, Youpo pulled noodles, three silk crepe, Rou Gamo, flat onion cakes, steamed pea flowers, pork ball soup, mutton string, Tanks fans, floods worse, sausage, rice noodles, rice noodle crucian carp, pickled cabbage pork noodles, baked, and row , garlic barbecue, Jia 3 clyster package, old Sun home Paomo, basins lamb, eight treasures rice porridge, Yu Yuan (sound).
There WATSON's 'treasures of the town of stomach' --- Johnson garlic.
Postscript 1000 10000 pain is difficult to buy at last the train back to Shanghai, two sleeper three hard seat to discuss the good girls slept during the day over boys make up feel, the reality is far from being as easy as we thought. That is sending a mixed Xi'an cars cars, there are several sections of so-called "green cars" actually means workers cars, unfortunately, is that we just bought three brothers. In order to prevent people who do not vote at "rat" to the sleeping car, the train cars to the green lock out. The next morning, I went to give them vouchers to send sleeper (so that they can stop when you mix over), the brand stuffed inside a box of watermelon frost Throat lozenge. Were separated by a door, IVAN over there helplessly waiting for. Conductor ferociously to prevent them in the past, in the past were not permitted to come in! I said just send medicine This law Road seam pulled up the door to show mercy. Probably the whole world will only happen in China.
WHEN WHEN is not willing to kill the past, mixed in the dining car all night. IVAN and WATSON honest stay in their seats, no air conditioning, hot and dirty air, sat opposite a young madman, tummy window shouting: "The train to open a little faster, I want to go home!" Terrible situation. Even more frightening is that guy brought a portable tape recorder and let's actually a luxury bus on that first song, "Do you love me? Do you hate me? Please clear one point ... ...", they were forced to listened to the night can be described as tragic.
Author: eky
