The Fen River is like a precise ruler, always measuring the depth and length of the city. It slowly flows through this small city, like a generous mother, quietly sitting in the center of the small city, with a loving gaze, watching it and its people. Spring blossoms, Fenhe feed the trees that have been sleeping for a winter; summer heat, Fenhe for us to bring cool; autumn wind soughing, Fenhe water flow, listen to the joy of people's harvest; winter snow drift, Fenhe quietly let the children skating. The sound of laughter is as clear as silver bells, floating over the river.

The charm of my hometown lies in its water.

Hometown vinegar

When it comes to Taiyuan, who doesn't know the sour old vinegar? Uncovering the lid, the black and shiny liquid is fluttering, and the natural and unique fragrance and sourness comes to the face. Dipping a drop into the mouth, infinite sour aroma hangs between the lips and tongue, and the taste is not exhaustive of the hard work of the laboring people who brewed it with great care....... In this way, it is synthesized into the special product of Shanxi, the best condiment for daily meals - aged vinegar. Diffuse in the teeth, and the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people in the sweat drops of hard work.

The charm of hometown lies in the old vinegar of hometown.

The streets and alleys of hometown

Standing on a high building, raise your eyes and look away, the streets, alleys crisscrossed. Taiyuan seems to be an old man, silently told us the prosperity of Fountain Lane, Yingze Street is wide, Changfeng Street is straight. However, the countless old alleys also have charm. "Ice candy gourds, ice candy gourds -" what is it, drifting into the ear, look back, ah, the original is an old man, in the alleys in a staccato hawking. His loving gaze warmed the alley, making me addicted. The streets and alleys of my hometown are like the old acacia tree in my hometown, witnessing the past and present of Taiyuan and looking forward to the future of Taiyuan.

The charm of my hometown lies in the streets and alleys of my hometown.

A thousand words can't describe the beauty of the hometown. The charm of the hometown, straddling the history, listening to the red dust rolling, see the ancient sad wind. So that every living in this hometown of the children of the people addicted, intoxicated ...... you, see?