Strong Nordic Style, the Pearl of Roehringer —— Vyborg, a Finnish town

This is a boy studying in St. Petersburg, Russia. In order to record the details of studying abroad, living and traveling, he wrote down his life experience and told the people and things he met in his life and travel. If you find the article interesting, please share it with your friends and let everyone see the world together-preface.

I have been in St. Petersburg for so long that I don't have much time to tidy up. I don't have time to go back to China during the Spring Festival, so I just want to write something about myself. I am interested in history, so I want to write about it most-the Finnish town of Viborg. In fact, if you look up the information and the history of Finland, you will know why a "Russian town" is named "Finnish town", which is mixed with too many historical entanglements between Finland and Russia.

Vyborg is a small city in Russia, located on the border between Finland and Russia. She carved ancient seals in the cracks in the wall and sprinkled warmth in the gentle sea breeze; The sparkling sea is blowing in summer, and there are pale snowflakes in winter. I used to spend my summer here, watching the love passing quietly. Now I'm back and I walked into this town on a winter night. Vyborg was formerly called "Viipuri". An important port city of Leningrad in northwest Russia. It is located at the mouth of Wipley Bay on the northeast coast of the Gulf of Finland in the Baltic Sea, which is 129 km southeast of St. Petersburg. Adjacent to Finland.

Viborg is a famous tourist city on the Gulf of Finland, which is 0/30 km away from St. Petersburg/Kloc-and close to the border between Russia and Finland. It consists of a peninsula and several small islands, surrounded by water on three sides and backed by dense forests. Vyborg is first known for its long and complicated history. During World War II, the Germans occupied Viborg in 194 1, and in June 1944, Viborg returned to the Soviet Union. Although it has changed hands several times after the war, it has basically retained its original appearance. As long as you step into its old city, precious historical sites can be seen everywhere, and there are tourist spots and convalescent areas by the sea. Among them, 15- 18 century has more churches. Kalepsnaya Street is the oldest street in town, and many celebrities have lived here.

It only takes more than 2 hours to take the electric train from St. Petersburg to Viborg, and there are more than a dozen trips a day. Have breakfast, get on the train, blink, and you have set foot in the small town of Viborg. If it happens to be winter, a cold sea breeze can give you a big mouth. Therefore, the best season in Vyborg is summer or autumn. The sunshine is just right, the scenery is just right, the river is not frozen yet, and the sea breeze is still a little gentle.

In Vyborg, you can safely walk along the map and walk all the way. Not every street is as literary as the foreign town you remember, but it can always surprise you inadvertently. The Poseidon by the river, the church at the end of the street and the street corner are all historical relics.

If you don't come to the market, it will be less interesting. On weekends, the market square in Viborg will be very lively, with all kinds of local products, daily necessities and many interesting gadgets. Vyborg is not a purely Russian city. The culture left by the Finns still has a deep influence here, and sometimes it is more like a Nordic town.

If we are lucky, we will meet a concert. Last time we arrived, we heard about fate, Romeo and Juliet, etc. Anke finally ended with the story of "Vienna Forest Waltz", in which the family performance of Russian music playwright from Petersburg flew over the Finnish town to northern Europe?

Vyborg Castle was built on an island. When it officially bloomed in June, the walls of the castle looked a little mottled against the blue sky and wild flowers. When you climb to the top of Vyborg, you can see the town in an unobstructed view. When the weather is good, you can see the sky is blue, the sun is just right, seagulls are soaring, the breeze is Xu Lai, and thousands of customs are gathered. It seems that you can smell the precipitation of history. This smell belongs to Finland and Eastern Slavic. Taste it carefully. It's you.

Compared with 700 years of history, our life is only a moment. We all grow old and eventually return to the dust, but some things are alive forever. That kind of thing is in Peter the Great's distant eyes, in the echo of church dusk, in the palm of Lenin's bronze statue waving. ...

Wutongjun? Monday, February 6, 2065 438+07