Another way of life in Jinggang

Jingang is a small town with long, narrow streets, located in Wangcheng District, Changsha. Now that winter has come, Jingang is like a soldier who has removed his armor from the battlefield - it is gradually becoming a bit solemn and lonely. I prefer her in the summer, like a group of people sitting on half of the street while drinking beer and chatting about topics that are not related to life, like the summer night, there are robins singing, fireflies dancing ......

Long, meandering streets.

The old town, in the intermittent yelling gradually awakened. The big pagoda included the lost prosperity, majestically standing in the ancient town, as if telling an ancient story in a resounding way.

The sunlight pouring down, the mottled eaves of the ancient town, dark wooden doors and windows, thick green stone road, as if a layer of color-plated coat, showing the appearance of gold.

Walking on the stone road, feel the precipitation of the years, touching the thick history book, the original it stores too many secrets of the time, wharf, merchant houses, clubs, enchanting Hongtai Square, these long-standing splendor and extravagance, by the ancient town people are proud to receive.

Let's fall into it for a while, forget about time, forget about ourselves.

The visitors come and go, like weaving shuttle stop; red and green umbrellas, swaying in the hemp paved ancient street, and both sides of the signboards constitute a twenty-first century "Qingming Riverside Picture".

The stores in the old town are decorated with a variety of snacks and specialties, and the street is full of delicious half of the memories, half of the taste. Occasionally, people are reading Wang Han's "Taste" with great interest, the record of the ancient town's prose, hair aroma overflowing flavor. Scale store, iron store, chicken feather duster store, and pure handmade wooden hammer pastry, in the busy city has long been disappeared, in the old town is still slow and methodical existence, to maintain a high attitude, seems to be stubbornly adhere to that section of the history of slowly being forgotten.

The travelers from all over the world, the artistic and literary youths with their hearts in their mouths, and the wandering singers sitting on the ground with their guitars in their arms, all of them have removed their masks and put down their defenses. No one cares whether their experience is single or rich, only know that its heart, is blooming with a flower or clear or elegant or gorgeous ideal flower ......

Lights out of the city, the night always seems to be overly attentive. And the small street is very different, the sky darkened little by little, the lights of the old town, a family of lights up, that piece of light emanating dense, gently swinging away, as if spreading another small world.

The white walls and black tiles under the night are no longer distinct and abrupt, and the ancient town methodically welcomes the coming and going of day and night. This although bear the glazed time wear, witnessed the four seasons of rain and `change of the ancient town, but as always, never retreat and deviation.

At this time, the most suitable on one side is the stores on the other side is the Weishui half of the street sea eat sea chat. Enjoy the moonlight, boats, quiet harbor, the breeze caressing the willow, and loyal dogs, yawning cats, staring at the old man, square dancing men and women ......

Frolics children have not yet returned home, running in the not cramped space, in the joy of igniting the dreams inherited from one generation to the next.