Xi'an in memory
In July 2013, I stood on the land of Xi'an for the first time. The sun was scorching the earth, the dust was flying, and the sea of people was like a tide.
? I remember reading this passage in "Travel Notes to Xi'an": I once longed for Xi'an so much. I longed to come to Xi'an, eat a bowl of mutton steamed buns in a big thick bowl, and walk on the steaming streets of Xi'an in the afternoon. When I was chasing the sun and the setting sun was like blood, I saw a shirtless man shouting Qin opera on the ruins of the city wall. I walked to Qingfeng Street written by Jia Pingwa and looked at the dead people he paid homage to with a bowl of wine...
This is the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties. It is Xi'an where Qin Shihuang unified the six countries and made it their capital. It is Xi'an where Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Yang Yuhuan parted in life and death. It is Xi'an where Xu Wei's lone prodigal misses him day and night...
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?Four years ago, after the course design was completed, there was a half-month vacation. Four people in the dormitory went on a casual trip. At that time, the ancient Nokia navigation was terrible. The four of them asked questions while walking. . I ate authentic Roujiamo and mutton steamed buns in Huimin Street, and the fragrance left an endless aftertaste on my lips and teeth; I touched the Qin bricks and Han tiles in the Big and Small Wild Goose Pagodas, smelled the ancient customs, and bought exquisite shadow puppets and terracotta warriors and horses; in Asia's largest Listening to a monk chanting sutras under the water fountain, the ancient Nokia recorded many photos; I saw Yang Guifei's bathhouse in Huaqing Pool, learned about the history of the Anshi Rebellion, and also saw Chiang Kai-shek fleeing and hiding in Lishan Mountain during the Xi'an Incident At the Bingjing Pavilion next to the cave, two political events informed me of the ups and downs of historical trends; at the Qin Emperor’s Mausoleum, I secretly followed other tour guides to listen to the history of the imperial mausoleum, the specifications of ancient tombs and Feng Shui, and I took a photo with my roommate next to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, the eighth wonder of the world. We took a souvenir, and what was especially memorable was that not long after, Kobe also took a photo at the place where we took pictures; then the four of us traveled from Xi'an to Shiquan, from the city to the countryside, swam the Han River and ate all kinds of snacks and delicacies, and ended the third day in reluctance. A touch of Xi'an.
In January 2016, I transferred back to Shanxi from Xi'an. After a hard train ride all night, I stumbled out of Xi'an Railway Station alone. The train station at about five o'clock in the morning gave people a sense of depression. It feels like the madam next to the station hotel is openly soliciting customers. After being rejected, she spits out strings of melon rinds, which are as steaming as the breakfast stall next to it. The faces of the passing passengers are hurried. I took the Xi'an subway and passed the hotel where I stayed when I first came four years ago. When we stayed there four years ago, someone would quietly push a small card to you at the door of the hotel at night, and it's still the same now, but it's just around me. When I turned around, I didn't see the three roommates who were holding back smiles. Taking the subway from Xi'an Railway Station to Xi'an High-speed Railway Station, I was thinking about an old friend I couldn't get in touch with, and then devoured a large bowl of seaweed and egg soup and two meat buns in despair.
Insert the headphones into the headphone jack, and Xu Wei sings:
I am as free as the wind
Just like your gentleness cannot be retained
< p> Push away my outstretched handsLet’s go
It’s best not to look back...
2016.08.23 Drinking poison will not stop you from thirsting,
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