Qushuiting Street is undoubtedly the epitome of old Jinan.
I have been studying in Quancheng Jinan for more than a year and have been to many places. I have seen the gushing of Baotu Spring, the beautiful scenery of Yu He in Daming Lake, the magnificent temples in Qianfo Mountain, the luxurious hang lung plaza and the dynamic quancheng square, but I still feel that there is something missing in this city. It was not until I met Qushuiting Street that I finally got an impression of Jinan.
Before that, I had read about Furong Street and Qushuiting Street in the old city of Jinan, but after I went to Furong Street, my impression of the old street stayed in a commercial street full of copper smell, but the hustle and bustle lost its most primitive and pristine beauty, so I was no longer interested in going shopping. In my heart, it may be the so-called literary youth thought, or it may be my love for tradition. I just have unspeakable feelings for that green slate path. On the narrow bluestone path, there are the most traditional hawkers. Everyone is busy with their own lives, and the neighbors are familiar with each other. Unlike now, neighbors in high-rise buildings don't know each other. Simple people live in busy alleys. Think about it. It's really beautiful. Unfortunately, the Furong Street I met was not as simple as I thought.
It is also fate. On my way home from school, I passed Daming Lake. On the bus at night, I saw the sign of Qushuiting Street, a street sign, suddenly appeared in my mind. So I got out of the car with great expectation and prepared to find the beautiful encounter I had been waiting for for a long time. The map navigation shows that Qushuiting Street is 500 meters ahead, which makes me both excited and scared. I hope to see a long-awaited ancient town street, but I am afraid it is a bustling empty joy.
Go to a bridge and turn right to Qushuiting Street. Frankly speaking, I'm a little confused. I even wonder if I'm in the wrong place. It was about eight o'clock in the evening, and all I saw were cars with full parking spaces on both sides of the road, not as prosperous or beautiful as I thought. With a hesitant heart, I walked into Qushuiting Street. To tell the truth, I still have some exulting in my heart, because at least it is not as lively as Furong Street.
Walking through the long parking lot, it seems to have crossed the light year to another world at the corner of the lane. There are many small shops on both sides of the road, all of which are buildings with blue tiles and white walls. No shopkeepers loudly attract customers, and there is no sense of commercialization. Shopkeepers chatted leisurely at the door, and when they saw the customers, they warmly welcomed them in. Most of the shops are photography, folk crafts and other things about the memory of old Jinan. I saw many photos of old Jinan in a photo studio called Memory of the Ancient City. Through photos, I saw the life of Jinan people in the last century, which was ordinary and real, but unbelievable.
To my delight, I saw more happy scenes of a family sitting around the dining table on both sides of the river bank; Or three or two old people sit in rocking chairs at home, drinking tea and chatting about their parents' gossip that will never end. In front of a house, there is a woman washing clothes and children playing in the river under the stone bridge, just like the Jiangnan water town in the film and television drama, a good picture of "small bridge flowing water" I can't help but walk into a yard left unlocked. Although the space in the yard is small, every place has its own flavor. Hearing the laughter of the host family in the house, I quietly withdrew from this happy yard with a smile and couldn't bear to disturb this ordinary happiness.
Far away from the neon lights of the city, only the dim lights on the roadside, I stroked the ancient courtyard wall and walked along the alley. When the bicycle passes by, it will jingle on the slate, as if to remind passers-by to make way. After many twists and turns, I walked through many old streets, such as Qushuiting Street, Wang Fu Pool and Gong Yuan Qianggen Street, and there were laughter and laughter everywhere, as if I didn't belong to this noisy city. I just want to say that Qushuiting Street is the old Jinan I want, where I saw the beauty that the colorful cities outside did not have. It is true that in this ancient narrow street, there is no bustling convenience of a modern city, but it retains the warmest human touch in our traditional culture. Reminds me of my childhood feeling, the unique simplicity of warm rural people. Qushuiting Street refreshed my understanding of Jinan, and made my wish to pursue the memory of the old city of Jinan come true.
Go through an alley and come to Furong Street. The noisy sound immediately awakened my dream, and people forced me to return to the complexity of reality. Separated by a wall, it seems that the whole world is separated. Outside the wall is a bustling and lively world, and inside the wall is also a lively world, but this kind of excitement is more real and valuable to me. I said to myself in my mind, Qushuiting Street, wait for me, and I will definitely come back.
Qushuiting Street is the dream place of old Jinan.