Yangzhou Spring ten-mile road. Xiao Bao violate the eyes of fast-paced world of Yangzhou, Yangzhou Li Bai pen fireworks in March, had been merchants gathered, bustling noisy Yangzhou. Yangzhou in the Yangtze River north bank, it is a dream for many years has become a part of my south.
Bus from Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge crossing the river by the way maneuvering roaring trip. For like the original three-hour journey in an hour later all of a sudden stop, we were told to Yangzhou. Did not see the canal had brought him prosperity, Hanjiang is only a bus stop name. Some dry and hot weather, Yan Shang map, can be when it is in his home city streets.
Without the Slender West Lake we are almost disappointed. Slender West Lake in the bright sun shiny, thin lake became a river winding away, lying wave bridge 24, the only visitors crowded in between, how can not understand "where they teach Chui Xiao Yu Ren "The hidden bitterness. However, like the quiet village standing in water, mallard, like the music melodious waves from the boats. Yangzhou Slender West Lake carrying thousands of years of prosperity, and today is still Qingli refined.
Long Slender West Lake is only a half had been exhausted, the sunset sprinkle the streets in Yangzhou, the atmosphere is like a gentle summer evening in his hometown. By pressing the guidance of a taxi, we have a commercial street in the shuttle, looking forward to an excellent reputation in the online Fuchun Tea House. Through a narrow alley, eyes bright, Fuchun Tea House floor classic card appeared. Lobby put out a huge beautiful paintings, a closer look, is composed of a variety of steamed buns. However, we are told - to be seen not to eat. Only one person to open a single store, a bunch of people around the turn of only three recipes. Young lady busy billing faint head, standing next to her young man is only responsible for the list and handed her written next to another person. "Soup it?" I turned the brawl ring recipes. Boy slowly, saying: "Well tea, which is Tea House." The hall was only a few small tables, the business seems not very fire. Drinking tea, eating their music melting Yangzhou dishes. A young couple in our big table to sit down, go back a look, yeah, when so many more people, each table is filled, and no wonder they want to squeeze over. What we want is a set of "Breakfast" is up, a dozen large and small dumplings, with a plate filled with. 1 1 is different, and considerably over the steamed buns hidden. Has come from the two couples sitting in Guangdong and other vegetables, ladies and began to complain about "too slow," said the man had been accustomed to seeing, Yangzhou is such that you anxious he was not anxious. He came here a year earlier habits.
Yangzhou, with his characteristic rhythm of life of the railway replaced the canal as transport routes, will be thrown behind this millennium city.
Out of the Fuchun Tea House also passed the dilapidated narrow alley. Alley on both sides is a shop and workshop, selling most of Yangzhou three knives. A teacher is in front of brush in the hands of the Mozhuo blade, a very humble appearance, without any decoration, is an iron piece opened a blade. Quietly took a look, I know that this humble piece of iron is not easily touch one end, the iron plates of the weight, blade color, and hung his head contorted the words "authentic Yangzhou Three Knives" signs tell I it sharp. Days long dark alley, only a few lights dim the lights, and occasionally in the past most of the pedestrians inside and out of the Fuchun Tea House. Several pairs of passers-shop business is also not overly enthusiastic to boost business. That knife carefully to see if he is still master of the blade. To leave the hustle and bustle of the lights in the Fuchun Tea House, where I suddenly realized that a rare ease and quiet. 咣pan with her father from behind late to catch up in the hands took a three inch long knife play with non-stop. Even more than 60-year-old father pockets also installed 3.
Yangzhou in the evening becoming more gentle and warm up. The teacher gave us a taxi driver pointing centers were Lu Ying was the glittering lights of the Wenchang Pavilion, took us to great pains to look for Nongda courtyard of the hotel, called to help us ask guazhou crossing situation. 5.1 Yangzhou night seemed a little too quiet, visitors are also far less that we have just left Nanjing. Is the reduction of its thriving years do? The railway to replace the canal was abandoned by him by it? I am in Yangzhou this quiet night, filled with dilapidated alley knife felt the bustling Nanjing Confucius Temple is more than easy and cordial. I do not know because so quaint downtown Yangzhou, lost, or because it lost its prosperity so that retained the ancient Yangzhou.
Guazhou in Yangzhou south the day before to take us around the drivers who delivered guazhou Furuwatari us. Braved light rain, walked the muddy paths, through a forest we saw one standing on the soil of the archway, a letter to "joint estuary." This is Furuwatari, and Wang An-shih year whether they were wandering here, who can not return home, but sad it? Early on the ruins of the stone has been broken guazhou Furuwatari Yanqu the most of a small rock fragment. Here is building, shortly after the formation should be dressed. The canal, the canal, where the silent stream, drizzle filtered traces of the years, who said he did not years ago the canal, who said he did not do years ago the ferry.
Rushed to the ferry pier, one from Yangzhou, Zhenjiang minibus bound to accept us. Not firmly secured, the van has been on the Yangtze River. A few crossing the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River at this time be able to look wide, the beauty of the Yangtze River. "The Surge of the Yangtze River East recherche du temps," the excitement is far better than my mom. Ferries come and go, the river rolling eastward, Yangzhou has been on the other side of the Yangtze River.
Zhenjiang Chunjiang standing wave across the square terms of the Yangtze River Yangzhou. It is far from I hope that before this fast-paced world, while the Yangzhou did not let me down. Slender West Lake beauty of the ancient canal vicissitudes of life, the three licenses under the knife silently sharpening shop, took us to turn one of the taxi driver, and together we walked for half an hour just to get you lost your way in we went to Zhenjiang conductor on the train station van. These are deeply engraved in my memory a long journey.
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