Xi 'an's story around me (essay)

Every time I step on the steps on the sixth floor of Tianhe City, I think of Chinese hamburger, northern Shaanxi and xi 'an. I have been to Xi 'an many times, but I haven't recorded it every time, perhaps because I have always regarded it as a post station. I happened to watch Lv Buwei these days, which is about Xi 'an.

First, the original work about Xi 'an

When I was in college, I went from Shandong to Chengdu, passing through Xi 'an, which was the first time I arrived in Chengdu. The train is very crowded. I sat next to my bag in the aisle. When someone goes to the toilet, the conductor must get up and give up his seat. Some toilets are also occupied. I don't know how long it will take to find room for release. So I didn't eat or drink all the way, and I really felt liberated when I got off the bus in Xi 'an. Xi was very hot, so I didn't care. I just added some water, signed it in a hurry and got on the bus. Still passing cars, not many people. I was bored and stood in the aisle. Suddenly, a tall girl with soft and smooth skin, white teeth and a slight smile on her mouth walked past me with her head held high and suddenly stopped beside me. I'll fetch water. I cried a little dizzy, but my eyes followed her closely. I think it's a ballet dancer. Her movements are so dexterous and light.

Memory is fuzzy here, I think I had a very simple conversation with her:

Are you a middle school student? be

How old are you? Grade three.

Did you get on the bus from Xi 'an? be

Where to, Chengdu? Yes, with mom.

Then she pointed to the back of the car.

I must be embarrassed to speak, but she is natural. Fill the water, she said goodbye, I also want to say goodbye, watching her still turn around and start light. I just watched her disappear, lost in thought.

Maybe it's just my imagination, but I'm really touched by her and my heart is full of waves. Later, when I got a seat, I sat down and thought about her pure and elegant temperament and appearance. At such a young age, I felt infinite emotion and daydreamed on the dark and swaying train. Then that moment made me remember it for many years.

After that, I also passed Xi 'an, but the time was short. I didn't have a chance to visit the city until after work.

Second, 1996 Xi' an visited.

In the autumn of 1996, I went to Luoyang for a class related to geomantic omen, during which I visited Longmen Grottoes, Eastern Han Tombs Museum and Songshan Mountain. After learning, several students from Guangdong didn't want to go back, so they discussed it and said they would go to Xi 'an and set off immediately. When I arrived at the station at night, the lights were dim, and when I came out, I was surrounded by men in military coats. No one would let go and quarreled for a long time. We struggled out like refugees, got on a car outside and said we would find a clean and cheap place to live. Fortunately, the driver was good, so we complained to him about the poor public security management. He said, well, there are many people outside.

I stayed in a metallurgical guest house, which was quite cheap, but the heating was insufficient and I slept cold at night. The next day, I went to CMB and Terracotta Warriors. In fact, it was a one-day tour group, and I also went to see the Qin tombs and Li Huaqing Pool. The rest took us to the newly-built scenic spots, but only two were missing because of the firm opposition of the people on the bus. When I saw the word Baqiao on the road, I suddenly felt antique and murderous.

Maybe it's because I look at too many pictures. I don't feel anything when I see those soldiers and horses. I mainly looked at the No.2 pit. The neat arrangement of thousands of troops and horses is really spectacular, but like a fake, it is the broken or tilted soldiers and servant carriages that remind people of the Millennium years buried under the loess. The cold wind in late autumn hovered over the desolate Qin Mausoleum, wreaking havoc with the withered Artemisia annua, which is higher than people. Heaven and earth are integrated here. I bought two imitation terracotta warriors and horses when I came down. They were blue-gray clay sculptures.

Because it is not easy to run around with the leaders of the unit, I just found a restaurant and ate a mutton steamed stuffed bun when I came back at night. The steamed stuffed bun was chopped and put in a bowl. It was not authentic, but it was cold. The mutton soup was hot and delicious. After dinner, I went shopping for a while and then went back to sleep. After studying at dawn, I decided to go to Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Small Wild Goose Pagoda, Forest of Steles and Banpo.

I don't remember the Little Wild Goose Pagoda, but the Big Wild Goose Pagoda is very clear. Because there are many allusions to the Wild Goose Pagoda, it is closely related to Xuanzang, and its popularity is much higher. What impressed me most in the forest of steles was Zhang Xu's Wild Grass and Li Si's seal script. Not far from the wall, overlooking the gray Xi' an. Banpo site went with the idea of visiting buildings, and was shocked by those prehistoric cultures, only to know that the brilliance of human beings has always been so dazzling.

This time, I have a little understanding of Xi 'an. Whether in the urban area or in the suburbs, the air is a little chilly, full of blue-gray and the smell of loess. I am surrounded by ancient times, admiring, feeling, confused and lost. Even the appearance and language of modern people still exist in Qin Feng, which makes people feel sad. This is a city shrouded in history.

Third, from northern Shaanxi to xi 'an.

Guangzhou-Beijing-Baotou-Shenmu-Yulin-Jiaxian-Mizhi-Suide-Yan 'an-Tongchuan? d？ d？ d？ D xian

The mountains in northern Shaanxi come from Yulin,

Mitch's aunt is really beautiful.

Mizhi's mother-in-law and Suide's Han people,

Slate in Qingjian, charcoal in Wayaobao.

On the National Day of 1998, the loess high slope was dusty all the way.

It's just dawn in Baotou Railway Station, and it's very cold. The bus to Yulin said it might leave soon, so I bought a ticket and went to the roadside to find food, all of which were Baiji steamed buns. I chopped up beef and mutton one by one and ran back, only to wait for several hours before leaving. The road is heavily sandy. When I passed Dongsheng, I saw large sunflowers drooping their heads, the sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the sandstorm was hard. Shenmu is a typical northwest town. Trucks carrying coal come and go, but it is very lively. The first time I saw the old man with a sheep's belly towel and a white beard, and those dignified and beautiful little girls with cheeks like red apples, I was so excited that I finally arrived in northern Shaanxi.

Yulin is an ancient city, a frontier town in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The format of the house is very similar to the quadrangle in Beijing. The ruins are still there, the blue brick street is still there, and houses are constantly being demolished. Wandering around the ancient city, shiny prince cars often rush out, and the pace of modernity seems to be lost here after all. Arriving at Hongshixia in the morning, Yuxi River flows slowly, and it is quiet all around. The verdant willows and elms fluttering in the wind under the morning light hide the mighty cliff carvings on the stone walls of Huang Cancan. There are people everywhere and sparrows everywhere. The sand by the river is soft, and it is cool and comfortable to step on it barefoot.

A street propped up jia county on the banks of the Yellow River. Come out for dinner at night, nothing more than potatoes, beef and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. After that, I went to a barbecue and chatted while eating. Speaking of the original author of Dongfanghong, I live here. There is also a famous story:

It is said that when Mao was hunted by Chiang Kai-shek, he was tired all the way from Yan 'an to this place. I was overjoyed when I met Baiyun Temple and asked for a visa. He led the troops across the Yellow River. Jiang arrived, heard about it, dismissed it, begged for a visa, and dissuaded him, so he had to leave. Jiang was furious and shook off his hand. Later results confirmed that Baiyun Temple was famous.

Baiyun Temple, located on Baiyun Mountain, is the largest Taoist complex in the west. I used to take a tractor-like gondola car. There were not many people and the incense was not strong. Luxiang Temple stands on an abrupt boulder on the bank of the Yellow River, connected by a bridge on the land, and stands on the railing overlooking the winding Yellow River, dividing the land into Shaanxi and Shaanxi. From the incense burner peak to the shore, silt and sand mixed together like river water, which gave birth to the mother river of the Chinese nation, but now it is muddy.

I have always described the women I have seen in northern Shaanxi as dignified and beautiful. Her plump face is always flushed, plump but not fat, gentle and virtuous, and everything is just right. No wonder she keeps The Story Of Diu Sim who can turn off the moon. Mizhi Li Zicheng Palace is in a middle school, and the exhibition of Mizhi women's revolutionary deeds is displayed in the central hall. Black Dragon Pool is also a good place, because the clear spring water in such a dry place is so refreshing and fascinating.

I am very excited to live in the spacious and bright cave in Suide, and it is really relaxing to walk around here. It is very sad to see the scene of Fu Shu's tomb and Qin Gongzi Meng Tian. It's really chilling to think about being abandoned in those years. People in the cultural center and I went to collect paper-cuts and saw that the real folk crafts were simple and lovely, which was amazing. I decided to improve my life, eating delicious, crispy, golden and beautiful oil whirls and drinking buckwheat noodle soup, which made me feel very comfortable. After eating, I stuffed the drunken jujube into my mouth and enjoyed the sweetness.

Yan 'an was a little disappointed. As the floodgates opened, people poured in and were occupied by tour groups everywhere. They went to Zaoyuan and Yang Jialing, and then took a group photo in front of Baota shan. The trip to northern Shaanxi has come to an end.

After Huangling and Tongchuan, I returned to Xi 'an (it is said that this is the city of Henan people), once again boarded the city wall overlooking Xi 'an, still feeling its simple culture, and finally tasted the authentic mutton buns.

I chose my head office, outside the city, ah, the square hall, with bright and spacious windows. The waiter brought the steamed buns, and we chatted and broke up. To tell the truth, it's not easy to do it small. First, the steamed stuffed bun is hard. Second, the prepared soup bowl kept slipping and drifting away, but the aroma was lingering. The sugar and garlic were almost finished, and a few cakes were secretly stuffed into the mouth. From all directions, many diners have already started their work, and the more they make trouble, the more they break up. They are so anxious that they fly into a rage and shout: That's it! Throw the last few steamed buns into the sea bowl casually and urge the waiter to deal with them quickly. It is said that the master likes to watch very fine steamed bread, and it will be better conditioned when processed, but we are relieved to think that there are others who are less delicate than us. When I came back, a bowl was full, and the steamed stuffed bun was a little swollen, floating in oily soup, lined with green coriander and bright red Chili sauce, and the color was very fragrant. Taste it lightly, the soup is rich and sweet, and the steamed bread is soft outside and firm inside, just right. I just heard the noise and tried for a few minutes, but no one spoke. Then I looked up almost at the same time and said, OK, have fun.

After dinner, I wandered around and met vendors. Ok, Red Fuji is three yuan a catty. I thought Yulin was five yuan and Fuxian was one yuan a catty. Here it is, hehe. However, looking at the red, big, smooth and shiny apple, I couldn't help but be tempted and bought a lot more.

Because of northern Shaanxi, xi 'an.

4. Xining to Xi 'an

Guangzhou-Lanzhou-Xining-Qinghai Lake-Tianshui-Maijishan? D Huashan? d？ d？ D xian

Two years later, on May 1 2000, I returned to Xi, but this time I came from Xining.

The weather in Lanzhou is sunny and dry, and the sunshine is too warm. The dazzling sunshine and the continuous Huangtu Mountain make people sleepy. Lanzhou is a long and narrow city.

The sky in Xining is clear and blue. Climb the Sun Moon Lake, see the clouds, see the nearby green hills, and see the snow-capped mountains in the distance. And Nidui, Tibetan children sitting on the grass. Cattle and sheep all the way, when Huangshi grass is green, a blue line suddenly rises in front, which is Qinghai Lake.

I can't describe her until I went to Bird Island. Countless still or flying creatures appear in any possible place in an extremely natural posture. The sky and the lake are blue, the weeds are rolling around and golden, and the air is suffocating. Everything is a perfect whole and the world is a whole.

I ate mutton, yellow croaker, potato and tomato by the lake. Looking up at the night sky on the way back, the stars are bright and dazzling, and we drive away the cold with songs. When I went to Xining, I pooled public funds and went to the night market to drink beer, eat mutton skewers and eat mala Tang. At noon the next day, I walked into the Muslim temple in Dongguan. The yard is full of pink and yellow flowers, emitting a fragrance, and the sun shines on the shadow of the class. Older believers enjoy the cool, young people practice, and the courtyard is spacious and peaceful.

I took the earliest bus to Maijishan at Tianshui Railway Station. Seeing a Buddha-like mountain sitting on a wheat pile, I looked at the distant mountain and looked at people silently. The age of the statue began in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, with simple style and solemn expression. Only two statues with shoulder-length hair show some avant-garde. The treatment of the niche top is relatively simple, and there are few gorgeous algae wells like Yungang. There are no giant sculptures because of the limitation of mountains. I like murals, and I like the flying sky written by Wu Daozi.

I like the name Tianshui very much. The first time I knew it was the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which was said to come from the "Tianhe Water". First of all, I went to Fuxi Temple to worship the ancestors of mankind, and I saw the pines and cypresses on both sides of it. Huang San's head was really imposing. Knowing that local snacks are famous, I asked and looked for them. I ate quack in the shop, including peas and buckwheat. I watched the shopkeeper tear the greasy croak into small pieces, and stir-fry it with pepper, mustard, soy sauce, salt, vinegar and garlic. It was very attractive. Eat boldly and fill quickly. I ate stuffing in the street, which is common in northwest China. The seasoning used is similar to croak, which tastes cooler and more refreshing. Finally, I drank belly silk soup, but I felt hot and dry. I poured a few bottles of water when I went to Yuquanguan.

I went to Xi again and went to see the Big Wild Goose Pagoda and Shaanxi Provincial Museum in the morning. In spring, trees sprout and the air flutters. Infected, we kept sneezing. The Big Wild Goose Pagoda is full of wind and sand, and the loess is all over the sky. Climbing the top of the tower also saves money. The museum is full of beautiful spring and flowers, which are becoming more and more abundant on the edge of bronze history. I ate Sichuan food on the corner near the museum, and the restaurant was covered with red lanterns.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I got on a local train that can stop at Huashan Station. When I left the station, I saw many tourists. There was a shower at the foot of the mountain, and the people immediately dispersed. Two classmates accompanied me along the way. Climbing the mountain after dinner, the night fell completely, it rained lightly from time to time, and the ramp was a little slippery. But the speed is not affected. When I approached a building thousands of feet high, I was caught in a rainstorm. To sum up, the advantage of going up the mountain at night is that it is easy to concentrate and not disturbed by the environment. Thousands of feet Building and Baizhang Gorge passed so easily.

Rest on a platform for a long time in the early morning, and then start climbing. Unexpectedly, it took a long time to reach Dongfeng at dawn. Met in front of the ladder, exhausted, I decided to turn over. Look at the sunshine through the clouds.

Only when you go down the mountain can you really appreciate the scenery. The mountains are like decorative paintings, like green ink on white cloth, with sharp brushstrokes and steep mountains. Because the central government led a family to inspect the mountain, the north wind ropeway was blocked and stayed for four hours. I also gave us two ropeway tickets and sold them for 100 at the foot of the mountain, which was a little comforting. I started to sleep as soon as I got on the bus, because I argued with the owner about the price, and then I was transferred to another car and staggered back to Xi 'an.

Tired, but with an appetite, I visited the Muslim snack street in West Street, ate mutton skewers, grabbed meat, beef patties, mung bean cakes and so on. Eat ice cream at KFC in Bell Tower. Very sleepy, holding clothes to sleep. The next morning, I took a bath, went to the forest of steles under the city wall, found Qin Yu Chinese hamburger on the street corner, squeezed into a small shop, ate steamed stuffed buns that were fifty cents more expensive than other shops, and drank warm soup, and felt very comfortable in my stomach. I visited the cultural relics street and bought small terracotta warriors and horses, peasant paintings in Yi and Hu counties, but I didn't find a shadow play.

No Xianyang, no Xi. The plane is flying in the blue sky, thinking about the birds in Qinghai Lake. I don't know when I can be so free.

At this point, the story related to Xi 'an came to an end. For me, Xi 'an is: the city wall, the Terracotta Warriors, the Wild Goose Pagoda, and the mutton bread in soup.