A mention of Chang'an a literary atmosphere comes, the northwest looking Chang'an, Chang'an, is the ancient capital of China, now known as Xi'an, one of the world's four great ancient cities have him, the two names compared to the name, I still prefer to call him Chang'an, in such a long history and culture of the ancient city, where is the most worthwhile for us to go to take a stroll it? May as well follow the editor to feel.
Mountains, water and people are all here. Those days, my mood, changed and changed, your appearance, but has not changed
First stop Lintong
An emperor's sadness
A break of poignant love
Night visit to the Li Shan Hua Qing Pond, brilliant haze, curling clouds, green mountains. Even though you are not by my side, standing in the square looking up at the delicate dance of Guifei and Xuanzong, the sourness and sweetness of love is slowly spreading in the heart, exploding.
Slow song and slow dance condensed silk and bamboo, all the day the king to see insufficient. The six armies did not send nothing to do, and the moth-eyebrows died before the horse. The mandarin ducks tile cold frost heavy, emerald coverlet cold who with ****. In the Palace of Eternal Life, love is dead; in the Palace of Penglai, the sun and the moon are long. I have heard of the Han family's son of heaven's envoys, and I have been frightened by their dreams in the tent of Jiuhua. The sky is long and the earth is long, this hate is endless.
A song of long hatred, song of the two love, song of a generation of monarchs of the sadness of grief, not as good as the Lu family have Mo Chou, is in this Huaqing Pond for the stage, Mount Li as the background of the opera, the longest love words.
Lixi Mountain language after the night and a half, tears and rain zero Lin end does not complain. In the hundreds of doves flying, in the light of the moon and the stars of the sky intertwined, the so-called love, the so-called Irena, but such a moment.
The story of love on earth is sacred to this realm. That day, standing at the foot of Mount Li, standing in front of the Huaqing Pond, which has been closed, imagined many, many years ago, how the palace here was brilliant, singing and dancing, and how bleak, one person solo.
Those who lingered over, but the pain in the breath of heaven and earth; those who are beautiful and enchanting but how innocent victims after the strife of the imperial power of the country, in this land, how many tears scattered, lyrical story.
While there is no your day, so lonely, lonely enough to stand in the Long Hate Song Square to look up at the crowd of rows of color in the forgetful dance of them, always can not help but think of your appearance, dashing, gambling, flirting, indifference.
Future, must come with you once, only with you, here, see a century of absolute love.
Going on the road and you sent a message all the way, you back to me but only now remain in the phone only words.
The Song of Eternal Hatred is worth a visit, the memory of which you wrote.
Even if you separate in the future, even if you can't see each other again, my memory still has that song and dance theater that moved me to tears.
Second stopZhouzhi
Boatman slightly rocking
Warm wind gently brushing the water
Street scene is quiet, but also noisy; Lavender manor, even if it is not in the flowering season, but also the breath of love.
The first time I came to Zhouzhi County, sophomore year of high school, in others are clamoring to compete for time, but I am calm and relaxed and my parents to tour the mountains, perhaps, this is the charm of this piece of land under the feet.
Seeing used to the Jiangnan water town of the gentle and lovely, listened to the warmth of the Zhouzhuang, experienced the Phoenix ancient town of the simple and beautiful, but the most favorite, the most want to go back to that under the blazing sun, the hustle and bustle of stealing the tranquility of the place.
Like an instant return to childhood, dad with two "back to childhood" little girl shopping. The way to buy hats, buy sarongs, eat cloud cake, drink plum juice.
The people here are local vendors, speaking the local dialect, we guessed the meaning of each other, compared to buy this buy that also cut the price; the snacks here are local specialties, a group of people around the hottest stores, just to taste a hand-rolled soft noodles.
Exquisite soft candy, blowing bubbles, that summer, I ran in such water.
There is nothing more pleasant than a boat ride. The boatman had been rowing for decades, his dark skin glowing in the local folk songs; beside the wooden houses on the shore were geese and ducks startled by the oar-fluctuating water of the lake, white as a sheet.
Shimmering ripples, faint dull marks, the small waterfall on Water Street, flooded with whispers of who? Not far away is the manor.
Not in the flower season, but full of flowers. Still in the spray irrigation of the field, still slowly turning the windmill, waiting for love, is the language of lavender flowers, but also the wind in your breath.
Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for the flowers to bloom, just to wait for you. I'm sorry that I didn't get to see the breathtakingly beautiful Water Street at night, and that I wasn't in the blooming season when I came here. I'm just waiting, waiting for the next time, and you see the most beautiful scenery here.
Third stop
Huayin
Top of Xiyue
Who's with us
Weekly car rolled from Xi'an city to Huayin county, with a dream of seeing a sunrise, climb this mountain since ancient times a road.
Lazy is from the beginning of the mountain, disk road, bus; the second peak of the West Peak, cable car.
The road to Huashan is left to the warriors to open up. I thought that after the cable car, it is cloudy, the peaks are hidden, but the result is inevitable to climb up and down, just to catch a glimpse of the posture of the highest peak.
From the West Peak ropeway down, along both sides of the hanging full of long life locks, even the heart locks of a section of steps up to reach the highest peak of the South Peak.
Taking pictures and making a wish, all the people who came here did so as if it were a ritual, but I was the only one who didn't want to.
The feeling of having a view of the mountains, in Huangshan, in Zhangjiajie, in Yuntai Mountain feel again and again; the mountain road is not easy, in the Qinling many mountain system experience again and again.
This time insist on coming to Mount Hua, for the sentiment as a Xi'an people, for close to your fingertips.
Sunset from the west, and then back to the West Peak, climbing that rope that fell off the cliff face, just to be closer to the sun's afterglow.
In the town have seen the sunset, in the beach have seen the sunset, in the Qinghai Lake have seen the sunset, but the sunset here, more direct, empty, gentle, and with the breath of magnificence and sadness.
As your smile, beautiful, fuzzy, can not get close. And then it is night climb, from the West Peak down the East Peak via the Middle Peak.
The danger of the ladder, more or less some psychological effect of the meaning of the bare hands to grasp the chain, screaming all the way, incidentally, by the side of the naked dabbing upward climb of the hulk ridicule, anyway, is always up.
A bird's-eye view of Huayin County at night from the Phoenix Pavilion, the lights are not endless. At night, Huashan is quiet, dark and cold.
Even if you bring a coat, even in Shaanxi, which is hot in August, you can't withstand the whimpering wind blowing through the caves.
The desire to sleep at the top of the mountain until three o'clock to see the sunrise was nullified at the strong request of the father. I gave in and hit the ground running.
The morning sunrise should be the highlight of the trip to Mount Hua, no clouds, no fog, cold wind, the sun climbed out of a jump, this is the best time and place to watch the sunrise weather, but there is always less of an unexpected surprise.
Looking at the side of the couple quietly kissed, promised to accompany you to see all over the sunrise of the vow, I will always be a little out of mind to remember, you open and close the corners of the mouth look.
Climbing the Skywalk is a spur of the moment, probably because the Harrier is too many people. The same queue, the same screaming, deliberately stretching out the hands and feet of the narrow planks, forcing themselves to look down into the abyss of thousands of meters, thinking stubbornly back to you: I'm not afraid of heights.
The Huashan trip is roughly the end of this, it is because I want to see all see, only to feel that we should come back once more, to see the rain cloudy mountain, seriously and with whom to climb from end to end once.
Lock the connecting lock all the way to the highest peak at Jinlock Pass. Think of 18 yuan a cup of fragrant milk tea on the top of the East Peak, prancing in the fog is dense, your face.
And once teased, melted and frozen into a strange shape of the chocolate bar.
This is probably, I think, Huashan, there is your time.
Every summer, I am looking for the secrets of this land under my feet. Just to be close to you, to feel your breath.
Those who still want to go again, just because here are your brand.
Remembering Chang'an, what echoed in my mind was the phrase "dreaming of the Great Tang Dynasty". I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this.