Last year, a business trip to Nanchang, braving the autumn went, but also braved the autumn return of my heart seems to have been covered by autumn haze, like the autumn sky, there is no trace of sunlight coming.
In walking the streets of Nanchang, it seems that so I think that in a small city walk. Most of the buildings on both sides of the street with the old-fashioned
Tone, as if after so many vicissitudes, but also with some run-down-and-bust meaning of the provincial capital city does not feel the taste. Few pedestrians on the road, a rare sunny days are also not seen excitement and prosperity. Can be found only in the train station, many people continue to solicit business.
With a passion for the beauty of Wang Bo poem describing longing, I came to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, hoping to see "La Xia lone duck flying together with the long days were relaxed and the same color." Scenery. It took 300 into the Pavilion of Prince Teng Tai Kok door greeted the first one is not a Pavilion of Prince Teng, but a large tripod is really disappointing. Walked a few steps ahead of trees a short corridor, only to see a six-storey building, although the architects took great pains to create a number of classic taste, but obviously this is a kind of imitation. I suddenly began to wonder the purpose of me to the Pavilion of Prince Teng: Yes, nostalgia, or to see the scenery?
Pavilion of Prince Teng foot, looking at buildings everywhere, decorated with antique and jade do not know true or false, I think of Beijing Temple of Heaven Cloisonne Piandian sold in his heart to feel a little depressed. Why is one floor, with the age-old tourist attractions around the country, have no features? Embarked on the fifth floor, standing eaves edge, watching the Gan River flows north, was quiet, the river of sand rolling, then Wang Bo can not imagine the face of the rolling rapids of pride. Only Lie Lie Changfeng reminds me of Fan Chung-yen's "wine Rinpu, its radiant those who carry on," but the vicissitudes of the millennium is no longer seen in today's Pavilion of Prince Teng little trace.
With a little disappointed that I left Nanchang, now I have no interest in going to track down the Yellow Crane Tower Yueyang Tower and the ancient sages of the
Footprint, the book had to feel their presence.
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