Just draw while walking, write it down all the way, make a story and tell it to your children and grandchildren in their eighties to put them to sleep.
Every time I think of Nanjing, I don't think of Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum, Presidential Palace, Yuhuatai and the Ming Palace ... but it's just the parasol tree on the roadside, perhaps because my memory is too long.
Like an old friend's face, the eyebrows have faded, leaving only a warm smile.
I still remember the pride of the hotel waiter who told me about the buttonwood tree. I don't remember what he said. I only vaguely understand the general meaning of his soft language of Wu people, saying 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 of the French phoenix tree is extremely romantic. It has soaked the fragrance of the Qinhuai River for thousands of years, making the whole city of Nanjing look sweet, freeing this ancient capital of several dynasties from the burden of history. The past swords and swords, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace have been smoothed out by some reality.
This is rare in several other ancient cities.
Unlike Beijing, the wings of politics cast a huge shadow in every corner, and every inch of land shows the past and present of the imperial city. History has become the label of the city, too ostentatious.
Unlike Xi 'an, the gray wall surrounded yesterday and trapped today. History is more like a shackle.
I think the phoenix tree really not only made itself, but also made Nanjing today.
Let me, a stranger, walk in the street calmly, with unprecedented peace of mind.
In the past, there was always some quick success in traveling, and it was always impetuous to walk fast.
The moment I walked on Hanzhong Road, the phoenix trees embraced each other, and the warm sunshine in May made me intoxicated.
When I bought a map at the roadside newsstand, I found that there were so many kinds of newspapers and magazines in the small newsstand.
Along the way, bookstores, large and small, are no more desolate than all kinds of fashion shops.
I have always stubbornly believed that a city with a developed culture and a love of reading is more attractive.
History has made her innate heritage, and today people's persistence in beauty has expanded her charm a little.
Such a city is doomed not to be grandiose, and the people here are doomed not to be peaceful.
I have long been used to the speed of walking on the streets of Beijing. I am in a hurry or in a hurry.
And the inertia here will make you look out of place.
People work, study and live step by step, but they are not in a hurry and have no dignified expression like specimens.
But 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 aged in China." This always sounds a little sour.
But the tranquility and tolerance there are really what I envy.
So don't be nervous because of her strangeness. A map can prevent you from getting lost.
Regular street layout brings convenience to everyone who lives in it, and also brings convenience to our journey.
It doesn't matter if you really get lost. Enthusiastic Nanjing people are willing to help outsiders.
I still remember when I asked passers-by how to get to Xinjiekou, the old woman watching the car on the roadside told me three ways to take the bus, and I had to change coins before I could take the bus. She also told me to be careful of property when there were many people. Before leaving, she even stopped me and said that there was a Nanjing Museum along the road, so I might as well take a walk first.
Grandma's enthusiasm even seemed a little stubborn at that time, but I gradually lost that kind of kindness after living in the city for a long time.
For a long time, I couldn't remember grandma's appearance, but something seemed to be brought back.
That feeling is warmth.
The connection between people is only cordial because of a trip, a character in the trip.
In this way, with a map, walking in the streets of Nanjing during the day.
At dusk, the inner softness is easily ignited by Qinhuai lights, so I bought a ticket casually until the sunset building of Confucius Temple on the north bank of Qinhuai River.
It is said that the Confucius Temple was built in the Northern Song Dynasty and changed to imperial academy in the early Ming Dynasty. In the Qing Dynasty, it was a county school in Jiangning and Shangyuan counties.
What is left now is only the buildings of the Qing Dynasty. The names of Juxing Court, Lesige, Dacheng Hall and Chongsheng Temple are still sacred in the hearts of thousands of students.
There are always promising parents who bring their children here to pray for academic success and nomination in the gold medal list.
That the fragrance here is always so strong.
When you see the statue of Kong Old Master Q standing in front of the Confucius Temple, it is said that it is carved with fine white marble, your heart will always feel strange.
I hope this is just a good hope. I don't have much ambition to laugh. I don't need to take the imperial examination anymore. Just wait and see at the door, so as not to disturb the purity of Confucius.
More suitable for me, who is already hungry, is the Xi 'ai Building on the east side of the temple gate. I want to go to the famous 128 banquet, but I really can't. I only ate a few things, and my stomach was so swollen that I couldn't swallow any more. I have to look at the plates of food and sigh.
But I'm still happy inside. After all, I've feasted my eyes. The delicacy of Jinling cuisine was only found in A Dream of Red Mansions before, but now I really feel her extraordinary, and I am satisfied.
Exquisite salted duck, golden bridge sesame seed cake, thyme spiced beans, duck blood vermicelli soup famous all over the country ... You have to admire the delicacy of China's diet.
I think I am a glutton. I don't want to lose my manners here, nor can I tell you what this cup is. No wonder Cao Xueqin's Jiafu feast was luxurious and complicated.
Come on, come on.
Have a good meal, go upstairs and look around, the lights are dim.
Listen carefully, although there is no sound of silk and bamboo, it actually has the charm of silk and bamboo.
The faint Qinhuai river, with neon lights swaying on it, is soft and enchanting, even too charming.
It's too late to get lost. The ship rocked gently, sending out a series of water halos, and then the thousand-year-old time and space met and was broken between jingles.
Very sad. It's all because of the strange customs of those canoes.
Perhaps the old dreams only belong to the immortals, and the instant touch is a gift.
Forget it, go downstairs, because more and more bustling people disappear in the east and west cities.
The stalls selling all kinds of goods are full of people. This kind of secular feeling is particularly real, but it makes me quieter.
Watching my uncle buy a folding fan for my little daughter, watching tourists hang cameras like me, and watching merchants and customers who are flushed for a few dollars, I suddenly feel a lot better. This is a living city. I feel the sincerity behind every life.
Despite the historical loneliness and many disappointments, serious tranquility is the biggest gain I get from this city.
She is not self-motivated and mediocre, but she faces all desires calmly, which seems to be a luxury for a city.
This is why it is so precious.
Standing by the bridge, looking at the glitz in front of me, I suddenly remembered what the waiter said. He's 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, which must be a token of reunion in previous lives.