A Red Mansion has made many literati stop in front of Jinling, glad that they are not writers, and don't care about the weight of each word, and it is even more impossible to disturb the old dream of Shili Qinhuai.

simply walk and paint, and write it down all the way, which is a story to be told to children and grandchildren in their octogenarian years to put them to sleep.

Every time I think of Nanjing, I don't think of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Presidential Palace, Yuhuatai, Ming Palace ... but just the phoenix tree that shaded the sun by the roadside, perhaps because my memory is too long.

Like an old friend's face, the eyebrows and eyes have faded, leaving only a warm smile.

I still remember the pride of the waiter in my hotel when he talked about the phoenix tree to me, a newcomer, but I can't remember what he said. I only vaguely understand the general meaning of his soft language of Wu people, which means that poets will be moved by the temperament of phoenix tree, and girls like me will meet love because of phoenix tree.

Indeed, the name Platanus acerifolia is extremely romantic, and it has been imbued with the fragrance of Qinhuai River for thousands of years, making the whole city of Nanjing look sweet, which makes this ancient capital of several dynasties get rid of the burden of history, and the past swords and swords, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace have been wiped out by a little reality.

this is rarely seen in other ancient cities.

unlike Beijing, the wings of politics cast a huge shadow in every corner. Every inch of land shows the present and the past of the imperial capital. History has become the label of the city, which is too ostentatious.

unlike Xi' an, the gray city walls surrounded yesterday and trapped today, and history is more like a heavy yoke.

I think, the phoenix tree has really not only made itself, but also made Nanjing today.

Let me, a stranger, walk in the street peacefully, with unprecedented peace in my heart.

In the past, traveling was always a bit eager for quick success and instant benefit, and rushing around always seemed impetuous.

But the moment I walked on Hanzhong Road, the phoenix tree embraced each other and the sun was warm in May, which made me drunk.

When I bought a map from a roadside newsstand, I found that there were so many kinds of newspapers and magazines in the small newsstand.

Along the way, bookstores, big and small, are no more desolate than all kinds of fashion shops.

I have always stubbornly thought that a city with developed culture and love of reading has more charm.

History has contributed to her innate heritage, but today people's devotion to beauty has added a little width to her charm.

Such a city is doomed not to be grandiose, and the people here are doomed to be peaceful.

I have long been used to the speed of walking on the streets of Beijing, whether in a hurry or in a hurry.

but sticking to it here will make you look out of place.

people work, study and live step by step, but they are not in a hurry, and there is no dignified expression like a specimen.

but it's not as leisurely as Chengdu.

here, I feel the beating of the city, and people enjoy life in their own order.

It's just that this order seems strange to me who is used to running.

This makes me a little jealous, so that today I often mention to my friends, "Nanjing is one of the most suitable cities for providing for the elderly in China." This always sounds a little sour.

But I really envy the tranquility and tolerance there.

So, don't be nervous about her strangeness. A map can keep you from getting lost.

Regular street layout brings convenience to everyone who lives in it, and also brings convenience to us during the journey.

It doesn't matter if you really get lost. Enthusiastic Nanjing people are willing to help people from outside.

I still remember when I was asking passers-by how to get to Xinjiekou, the old woman who was watching the car by the roadside told me three ways to take the bus. She told me to change coins before taking the bus, and told me to take care of the property when there were many people there. Before leaving, she even stopped me and said that there was a Nanjing Museum along the road, so I might as well walk for a while to see it first.

grandma's enthusiasm even seemed stubborn at that time, but that kind of kindness was gradually lost by me who lived in the city for a long time.

for a long time, I can't remember the appearance of my grandmother, but it seems that something has been brought back.

that feeling is warmth.

the connection between people becomes cordial only because of a trip, a character in the trip.

In this way, with a map, I walked in the streets of Nanjing during the day.

At dusk, the softness of my heart is easily lit up by Qinhuai lights, so I buy a ticket casually until the evening love building of Confucius Temple on the north bank of Qinhuai River.

It is said that the Confucius Temple was originally built in the Northern Song Dynasty, and it was changed to imperial academy in the early Ming Dynasty. In the Qing Dynasty, it was the county school of Jiangning and Shangyuan counties.

What remains now are only the buildings of the Qing Dynasty. The names of Juxing Pavilion, Sile Pavilion, Dacheng Hall and Chongsheng Temple are still sacred in the hearts of thousands of students.

There are always parents with promising children coming here to pray for academic success and nomination in the gold medal list.

so that the incense here is always so strong.

When you see the statue of Kong Old Master Q standing in front of the Confucius Temple, which is said to be carved out of fine white marble, you will always feel strange in your heart.

I hope it's just a beautiful hope. I don't have much ambition to smile. I don't need to go to the imperial examination any more. It's enough to just wait and see at the door so as not to disturb Confucius' purity.

The Evening Room on the east side of the temple gate is more suitable for me, who is already hungry. I want to have a famous 128-course banquet, but it's a pity that I really can't take it. I only eat a few things, and my stomach is so swollen that I can't swallow any more. I have to watch dishes of delicious food and sigh.

But I'm still happy at heart. After all, I've had a feast for my eyes. In the past, the delicacy of Jinling food was only seen in A Dream of Red Mansions, but now I've really learned her extraordinary, and I'm satisfied.

When the delicate salted duck, golden yellow Huangqiao sesame seed cake, ten-mile fragrant spiced beans, duck blood vermicelli soup which is famous all over the country are placed in front of you, you have to admire China's exquisite diet.

I think I'm a voracious eater, and I don't want to completely lose my demeanor here, and I can't tell what's in this cup and cup again and again. No wonder Cao Xueqin's Jiafu feast is luxurious and complicated

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full of wine and food, I went upstairs and looked around, and the lights were dim.

listen carefully, although there is no sound of silk and bamboo, there is a charm of silk and bamboo.

Qinhuai water is faint, and neon lights are swaying on it, which is feminine and even too charming.

it was too late to get lost, and the boat swayed lightly, stirring up a series of water halos, and then the meeting of time and space in the Millennium was smashed again.

It's rather sad. I blame the puzzled amorous feelings of those canoes.

Maybe the old dream originally belongs to the immortal, and the instant touch is a gift.

simply forget about it and come downstairs, as the increasingly bustling crowd disappears in the east and west cities.

With the stalls selling all kinds of commodities, one after another hawking, and crowded people, this secularity is particularly real, but it makes me more quiet.

Seeing my uncle buying a folding fan for his young daughter, seeing tourists hanging cameras like me, and seeing merchants and customers who are red-faced for a few dollars, I suddenly feel a lot at heart. This is a living city, and I feel the sincerity behind every life.

despite the historical loneliness and many disappointments, serious peace is the biggest gain I get from this city.

She is not self-motivated and mediocre, but calm about all her desires, which seems extravagant for a city.

that's why it's so precious.

Standing on the side of the bridge, looking at the glitz in front of me, I suddenly remembered what the waiter said. He was right. A girl like me will meet love in Nanjing.

only this time, I gave my love to this city.

Xuanwu Lake before parting became a lover's tears, so I picked up a piece of rain flower stone, presumably as a token of the reunion in this life in my previous life.