Boss Pan, the weather.
Many people have told me their impressions of Nanjing-dirty, chaotic and a city full of grievances. There will always be 300 thousand ghosts floating over the city, and every inch of land under their feet may be buried with dense bones.
My impression of Nanjing lies in Jinling dumplings and duck blood fans everywhere in the street, in the sparkling Xuanwu Lake, in the sunrise on the Purple Mountain and the lights of the whole city, in the Yangtze River water shattered by the wind on passenger ships, in the golden phoenix leaves in late autumn, in Room 306, 204th floor, Nanjing Institute of Technology, in the aggrieved tears on the roof of Yifu Building, and in the carnival and parting in 15 summer.
In "Rejuvenation", the weather-beaten grandmother in the nursing home gave Benjamin a haircut and said: We are doomed to lose the people we love, otherwise how will we know how important they are to us?
The same is true of cities.
Nanjing has her unique urban style. There is a nursery rhyme in Nanjing: How high is the gate? Thirty-six feet tall. Riding a white horse with a knife and walking under the city gate. Most people who have been to Nanjing think that there are really too many "doors" in Nanjing. When you take the subway bus, you don't need to be surprised to hear such names as Xuanwu Gate, Zhonghua Gate, Shuiximen, jiqingmen and Yijiangmen. There are about 3 1 gates in Nanjing.
When I was in college, I took part in a runaway activity. One of the links is to visit a pancake shop in Jessie Hutong near Zhonghua Gate. It is said that the owner of this shop is a painter. When I arrived at the store, I found all kinds of pictures hanging in it. I asked for a pancake, which contained an egg and ham. I ingeniously sprinkled chopped leeks. It doesn't taste as greasy as pancakes or as salty as leeks. Perhaps most of the food is hidden in this folk alley, which blends with the smell of fireworks in the city.
When it comes to food, most of the memories of Nanjing food are concentrated around the school. South Institute of Technology has seven doors, one in the north is two or three, four in the south is five, and seven in the west. No one knows where to go. There are many snacks outside every door, which are not only delicious, but also very cheap.
Just saying a few words will make people salivate and have endless aftertaste.
Taste the beancurd, the milk flavor is rich, the beancurd is silky, and the taro is soft and glutinous. My favorite thing is to buy a book and watch movies while eating under the dormitory lights. That share is cozy and precious.
King Jinling baozi stuffed with juicy pork, take a sip and suck slowly. The soup is delicious, thin and stuffed. A cage of soup packets, a bowl of beef soup and a spoonful of spicy oil. The steaming at the door is simply the best comfort in winter.
Qijiawan beef fried dumpling, there is a big stove at the door, and there is a big pot on the stove. Rows of pot stickers are arranged neatly, and the flames are rising. The skin is golden and crisp. Just looking at it is very appetizing.
In addition to the above, there are sugar-fried chestnuts, skin-belly noodles, octopus balls, and the best sizzling squid, Harbin jiaozi, steamed buns. Outside No.3 gate, there are warm wooden houses, Pan Boss fried chicken, Panda milk tea and egg tart chicken chops. ...
There is a kind of yogurt called Nanjing Memory. When I came to Hangzhou, I found that I still had the memory of Hangzhou. It is said that Chengdu still has memories of Chengdu. Food is the most important thing for people, and each city has its own unique taste bud memory.
Numerous delicious foods have greatly satisfied the taste buds, which is one of the main reasons for the Nanjing dream.
Nanjing people have several famous dialects. Why spicy oil? It is said that Nanjing people speak rough, so it may be said that Nanjing people are outspoken and full of enthusiasm. People in Nanjing love to eat and line up. It is said that Nanjing can queue up for half an hour to eat a bowl of wonton. Most of the people I met in this city came from all corners of the country, and now we are scattered all over the country.
I met a girl from Hebei with clear eyes and a pure and transparent heart, a girl from Shandong who couldn't extricate herself from watching wonderful movies, a lovely and willful girl from Jiangsu, a girl from Sichuan who tried to laugh at her teeth independently, and a girl from Shanxi who chatted all night and went to sing and shout. These lovely girls are the lights in my most beautiful years. They stayed up until dawn for the course design, skipped classes in bed in rainy days, brushed public comments and drooled together in the long night.
I wrote a letter to O 'er, but I never sent it. The letter said that I hope we can meet for a drink when it snows in Hangzhou. It snows earlier in Hangzhou now, but we haven't had a chance to meet.
I have too many memories and concerns about the city of Nanjing. Every time I say I'm going back to Nanjing, it's not arrival, it's return. There are my relatives, close friends and lovers. I always thought that one day, I would go back there. But now, life is about to change again. Maybe next time, I will feel the same way about Hangzhou.
To paraphrase my brother, all I think about in Nanjing is you, and all I think about is the pain and beauty of life.
The theme of private group writing is the city, and they chose Nanjing without hesitation. Even if full of affection, only write a few words. There are too many stories and memories about this city to finish and write well.