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This is a lonely city wall, helplessly wandering in the center of modern civilization, like a forgotten giant of a thousand years, but now so small.?
This is the first time I've ever seen a city like this, but I've never seen a city like this, and I've never seen a city like this.
? On the way, I also had countless times to fantasize about the ancient city's present appearance, but also secretly sighing over the Shaohua easy to pass. The South Tang Dynasty said, "the carving of jade masonry should still be there, just change the face". The millennium has passed, how many old symbols for the new peach, but the time has precipitated a thousand years; I believe that a thousand years of heavy precipitation is not lost. Because, she once had a poem-like, mesmerizing name - Chang'an.
? But I forgot ......
? The only thing that can best bury time is time.
? The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to do it in a way that will make me feel better.
? I dreamed of carrying a thousand years of memory of the ancient city of the king, Meng Jiao because of her spirited, poetic "spring wind horse hoofs fast, a day to see all the flowers of Chang'an", but also had a deep stunned my eyes. All kinds of people are her arms embraced, where they spend the most beautiful years of their lives, or scholarly spirit, or the sword pointing to the rivers and lakes, or Chang'an a life, or song and dance. The joys and sorrows, such as people drink water.
? The past of the years, constitute, now, my, dream of Changan.
? The dream is so beautiful that it puts me in a trance for a thousand years.
? Once scholarly, once the sword pointed to the jianghu, once Chang'an a world, once the song and dance, once once, once, all in the roaming millennium trampled into ashes, waving in the corner of the corner.
? Tourists care about her different from the modern form of the old building, care about her body years flow through and carved as if the old tree wheel of the deep wrinkles, but her heart, her slow beating lonely millennium of the heart, but no one asked.
? Our generation of flashy people ah.
? The elders who lived in Chang'an at that time, if your souls were transformed into the stars in the night sky, whether they also silently grieved for this - a thousand years later, resisted thousands of troops, also through the change of dynasties, your old city walls, at the moment, is blankly lonely, exhibits, generally undignified, was drawn by us as a prison.
? Out of the station, only a brief glance, I have no interest in touring. In any case, I have stayed in Xi'an, and I have come to the Chang'an of my dreams.
? I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of it.
Two
? A little rest.
? Still on the original plan, we set off, with our destination being the Bell Tower - a well-deserved favorite in the Netflix world.
? This is the most famous attraction in Xi'an, which my roommate had kindly popularized for me before the trip started. To deepen my forgetful memory, she passed me a jittery video on WeChat, pointing to a man with a brush in his hand and telling me that I must go and eat it. I watched as the man took the tip of the brush and dipped it into the ink-like pitch-black sauce, amazed at such a distinctive enjoyment of eating.
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? She said, "I must go to Xi'an when I have the chance.
? I was flattered.
? The snack street in the Bell Tower has allowed me to practice the so-called "gongs and drums, a sea of people". If the popularity as a rating standard ...... is true, the bell tower really did not live up to its "name of the world".
? People crowded the narrow street, the flow of people as the two at arm's length opposite the river, an east, a west, we are clear.
? I am consistent and go with the flow.
? I can't reach the view from the snack bar, so I keep looking up, from the words on the signboard, speculate, and depict the unseen view in my heart.
? The unknown always carries an unrivaled beauty because of its mystery.
? The journey is a joyous one.
? Everywhere in the old days of the legacy of the signboards, condescending to look down, silent convergence of all the splendor, no words to tell the broken wheel of their years. The signboards of the present day, which only serve as signposts, receive the flash of the tourists, or the elders on the top.
? They rarely raise their eyebrows, just flashy, like us.
? I don't know if they're happy to be the center of attention like this.
? Also rubbed shoulders with two or three Hanfu Zuizi skirt of the beautiful girl, about the same as my general age, one hand took a snack, one hand selfie stick with a cell phone, smiling and smiling past my heart. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
? It is not the beauty that I wish to put into my heart and cherish the hidden--
? In their hands, if only they had a small fan and an embroidered handkerchief, I silently buried the words in my heart.
? Walked out of the bell tower small street, the heart of the oil rose a sense of relief. About unintentionally left the mood of the monument in the heart, I actually also feel a little lonely.
Three
? The sword Huashan, a smile of enmity and hatred died; fast Jianghu, a world of dashing dream.
? Perhaps each of our hearts once lived a sword Jianghu dream.
? Dreams, parasitic in Jin Yong Gu Long's pen tip, those years, we also had sleepless nights, in the quilt, in pursuit of the dream of Jianghu.
? Today, I went to Mount Hua.
? To fulfill the dream.
? When I saw the continuous mountains from afar and squeezed into the bus, I could hardly contain my stirring feelings.
? Thoughts spread far and wide.
? The distant Huashan, distant relatives, distant thoughts, slowly, closer, closer.
? The footsteps of my deceased grandfather still remain on the long steps of Mount Hua. Today, I finally came late, stepped on the long thoughts, mourning the departed.
? But I wish for a long time, thousands of miles of ****chan.
? I prayed silently. Into the mountains.
? The warm wind blowing in the distance with a slight coolness, lush green puffed in the eyes, everywhere is a strong vitality.
? Calling people can not help but feel relaxed and happy.
? Children are always the most energetic, and I feel old at nineteen years old, following their lead.
? They are pure than the white paper transparent, than the mountain spring fresh and clean, than the Huashan open. A person holding a wooden sword, is a little chivalrous, laughing and joking a mess, hands dancing, feet wind.
Ignorance, so fearless; fearless, so happy.
Adults with the same children were amused by the children's language, forgetting the fatigue of the journey.
The first time I saw the movie was when I was a kid. The children were born to be a source of joy.
? I hope you will always be ignorant and happy.
? I'm not going to be able to stop at any one of these places for a moment's rest. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
? Once called out by a nun-like old woman -
? She said there was no way up there. Kindly reminded me.
? Being a thief myself, I pretended to be natural and returned the way I came, saying I wanted to visit.
? I can't remember the name of the temple, which is dedicated to the Goddess of Mercy and the Great Sage of Qi Tian in the Journey to the West, the version of Mr. Liu Xiaolingtong that I am most familiar with.
? When she smiles, the wrinkles on her face look like a blooming chrysanthemum. As they get older, they naturally have a kind of benevolent beauty, like a gift from time to them.
? She said, then you do not worship?
? I smiled, said nothing, and passed her by.
? Because, I have no faith.
? I am just curious, in such a flashy and noisy world, such as her such as the mountain as a home, for several years a day to adhere to the faith of people, should live in what kind of heaven on earth.
? The view from the top of Mount Tai, surrounded by clouds and mist, is a kind of indistinct beauty.
? The view from the top of Mount Hua, a mountain and a city in the eyes of the scene, is nature's ghostly work.
? Sitting on the return car, looking at the mountains gradually disappeared in the distant distance, the end of the vision, no more.
? The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the mountains, and you'll be able to see them from a distance.
? I read in silence.
? Farewell, Chang'an in my dreams.
Afterword
? I've been traveling to Xi'an with a partner, who can now be called an ex-boyfriend.
? On the last day of the trip, we had a big fight. He argued and I listened.
? Men always have an inexplicable sense of superiority in front of women, I don't know if it's all men or just a few, but the ones I know better around me all have a little bit of it, more or less.
? In order to prove that he is not as indispensable in my mind as I thought, back to school, I mentioned the breakup.
? This world.
? There is no one who can not leave who.
? No one is really inseparable from anyone.
? The reason for this is the fact that they are not able to get away from each other because they like it; they leave because of their dignity.
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