Recorded a persistent style Xi'an Tour
To Shanghai to see fifty years, to Beijing to see five hundred years, to Xi'an to see five thousand years ... ... such deep roots of legend, attracting approached me hidden in the vast western hinterland of Xi'an.
800 Village Qin Chuan loess, buried 13 toward the ancient elegance, and then leaving a city, Huanzuo Xi'an Chang'an ... ... rushed to the road, my mind flashed from time to time to those collecting the information from the Internet.
A description of such a stunning and unexpected enough to produce a strong attraction, but in a living history and realities, all of the language seems so pale and weak. Are concentrated in a spring to the bright afternoon, the car from the airport Jiben city center, along the way leisurely through the green wheat fields and Huang Cancan of rapeseed. When I opened my eyes after a moment's rest, the car window startling sight: coming to a close hit,
Winds from Xi, the airborne dust. Doki! Indeed, this is a dependent territory of the city: boxy, surrounded by the inner city, high number of 10 meters,
Weeks about a dozen kilometers of the wall; towers, arrow stacks, flagpoles counts among Fangzhuan Heavy muddy Shen.
Into the wall, rushing toward the sand Let me reminding us of scenes with the Qin and Han Dynasties Treasures Tang weather bump. Come to Xi'an, can not fail to arouse the Qin and Han Tang unprecedented grand occasion. The face of the rolling walls, even in the streets are full of dust & Lip Contour Xi combine them uncomfortable, my heart is still ambitious but it was shrouded excited.
But obviously does not like to Xi'an, I have heard before, as, in addition to the monuments are everywhere and the vast array of snacks, there is a connotation in the hatched from the Millennium of the emerging modern city. Surprised at is that all the change in the advent of modernization, when the city suddenly became quiet, and all man-made changes to the millennium can not bear to wake up sleeping ancient gods. Time immemorial! Yes, the ancient Xi'an, ancient in style! Exposure to the city, faced with those who have not done anything deliberately repair the original walls, as individuals, without a doubt Weimang broke my thinking. But the style is clearly more than that in Xi'an, in addition to the moon Qin Han Guan, even those in the outskirts of the bush grass hill and dale, the following one by one buried in almost all the distinguished name, Qin, Han Dynasty, Empress Wu ... ... They once belonging to that era of their silk clothing and costumes joined in the chorus rise and fall, but perhaps they would not have imagined golden down, all the ups and downs of change have already been paid to the years relentlessly ruins.
Deep in the heart of Xi'an City, is a sign of buildings stand tall bell tower, Old and four street neatly symmetrical radiation from all sides of its opening years, just like loyal soldiers guarding it. Bell tower next to the famous Drum Tower Square is the square of which I do not know how many left admiring the footsteps of tourists come and gone. However, when I step in the Drum Tower in the wall side, was greeted by the Qin and Han Tang's children and grandchildren, will pull out women's child, stolen Floating Life and half a day. I look not stop ringing ears flew into a hodgepodge of musical instruments sound. Mother looked up, I looked to the Square, open office, many people noisy, but it is a private theater, opened wherever he goes. Sing the tune from the breeze in an effort to blunt a great atmosphere, how to listen to anything like the drama. Hu Wen the other, an old man smile goes: Zanzhe Shaanxi opera, was not actually singing, is shouted out. This is not not saying that another round taste of the city of Xi'an. Faced with this situation, I am faced with blowing dust associated with night twilight, the present is full of Mimeng and boundless, my mind followed a standstill, as rivers and lakes south of the ancient city of Lijiang in Yunnan, so wanderer as a child-like calm calm to slow down, as deep down can not help but remember the name of gateway to the long poems of the Tang and Song dynasties, and those little knowledge of the roar sound of Qi and the cavity. Since ancient times, the number of ages Liufang such as Li Bai, the literati poet in Xi'an left their footprints, cast belonging to Xi'an, the cultural spectacular. Time and space in the name of culture Xi'an to be stored for thousands of years, war has never let it die, disaster has not destroyed it. Until today, the thick atmosphere Yanjuan not live is still painful to dominate.
Flying in March in the catkin alley dock, take a look at the red brick green tiles, walk around the corner in the ancient culture of thin dust stalls, there are quiet for the elderly under the old city walls, bell tower next to the smoke and dust of history ... maybe ... , how many times the rain failed to wash away the dust of the ancient city; or that such atmosphere will continue to stretch the millennium. Calm, steady, as the dust which rolls sandwiched with the ancient scholarly volume.
Xi'an Let me get quiet.
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By: cats
