Visit Nanjing Confucius Temple in the evening.

When I first came to Nanjing, I couldn't leave during the day. After dinner, it was less than six o'clock, thinking that there was nothing wrong, I decided to walk into Jinling in history.

The first one to jump out is the Confucius Temple.

The Confucius Temple in Nanjing is so famous, just like Wangfujing in Beijing and Hanzheng Street in Wuhan. Confucius Temple is more suitable for reading at night.

As we all know, Confucius Temple is one of the four largest Confucius Temples in China. Known as Qinhuai scenic spot, this is of course related to Qinhuai River.

Interestingly, the Confucius Temple and Qinhuai River have been inseparable from each other in history and almost become the symbols of this ancient city.

One is a long-standing reputation, and the other is a variety of customs. One is on the land, and the other is in the water, which seems to be softly singing the gold powder and gentleness of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.

Out of the hotel, ask pedestrians. Give two choices, subway and bus. I was going to visit the Confucius Temple alone at night, and I didn't want to go underground, but I also wanted to feel the prosperity of the ancient capital at night.

The southeast shape wins, and the smoke willow has been prosperous since ancient times. Just got off work all the way, traffic was heavy and pedestrians were in a hurry. But there were many people on the bus, and when I got off at Confucius Temple, there was only one driver left.

Go along the street and cross a residential area. Like ordinary old counties, there are no skyscrapers. Turning a corner, the number of pedestrians suddenly increased, as if suddenly coming out of the ground, shoulder to shoulder, a sea of people.

Ancient buildings in Ming and Qing dynasties also rushed in, which is the legendary Confucius Temple.

Standing in front of this world-famous ancient building, I didn't see the master, but I met Li's former residence head on.

Although it is still in the evening, the shadow of the light is like a dream, and the Qinhuai is slowly moving, or the clouds are high and the clouds are light, or the piano is whispering, or it is proud, or the fingers are painting.

Gold Powder Tower, original painting of Ling Bo. Qinhuai River nourishes them, and they bring thick powder and legend to Qinhuai River.

History is always so interesting. Without the history of women, there would be no soul-stirring. Similarly, without the history of men, there would be no poetry.

The story is deduced in the legend, and the legend continues in the story.

Keep moving. A narrow and quiet alley appeared before my eyes. On the forehead of the tall card was written "Wuyi Lane". It was evening and the sun was setting, except for swallows flying low.

I vaguely saw Liu Yuxi twirling his sparse beard and whispering that familiar poem in the alley.

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Further on, there are many buildings in Yat Sen Qing and Qinhuai families along the street. Most tourists who like knitting eat while playing. It suddenly occurred to me that the place at the entrance is a street where people eat, drink and have fun.

Prosperous, gentle and rich since ancient times. Perhaps it is one of the reasons why Nanjing should not be the capital.

Take a walk and turn left. At the corner is a famous big-name booth. There are many people standing or sitting at the door, waiting for the waiter to shout. However, I finally don't know what to buy in it.

Walking on the bridge, the night is getting darker and darker, there are more and more people, and the lights are constantly changing. Qinhuai River is becoming more and more charming, with boats passing through it, soft songs and graceful dancing shadows. Shili Qinhuai River plays endless melody day and night, and the powder ripples out from the bottom of the river and faintly floats into the distance.

Squeeze out the crowd by the bridge and move slowly with the crowd. The night is very thick, and pedestrians take pictures unscrupulously and taste all kinds of delicious food in Qinhuai.

The lamp is red, the wine is green, and you don't need gold powder to get drunk.

In a hurry, I seemed to be the only one in the vast Qinhuai Resort, and I stumbled into the Jiangnan Hiram's Hospital. This is the largest imperial examination room in China, and it is also a vanity fair that scholars yearn for. On the walls on both sides, it says, "Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, and the universe is vast ..." Following the rhythm of words, you can vaguely see the Mingyuan Building in the middle of Hiram's Hospital in the night.

Be cautious and pursue the distance, and be wise and honest.

It is said that there is a couplet inscribed by Li Yu downstairs.

If the time is severe, watching the toasts crawl and linger, everyone will do their best;

In the same month, people who like here have a panoramic view.

In the dim and drooping night, I finally failed to go in and have a look.

The "number one scholar" and "Qinhuai gift" on both sides are very lively, so I will continue to push forward. Suddenly, my vision was suddenly enlightened, and the left-handed cruise ship shuttled back and forth, reflecting the zhaobi on the south bank of Qinhuai River. This section of the river forms the natural Chi Pan of Confucius Temple; Opposite is the platform, but unfortunately there is no trace of the moon, and the right hand is convenient for the Confucius Temple.

Nanjing Confucius Temple actually includes Confucius Temple, Gong Xue and Gong Yuan. In the night, you can only stand quietly in front of the Confucius Temple. The outlines of Lingxingmen and Dacheng Hall are a little vague. It seems that you will pass by Mo Bao, the original works and the rain flower stones inside.

Confucius and his disciples twelve sages standing in the courtyard of the temple, I'm afraid they can only stand quietly in the same place and talk about the Analects of Confucius silently at night.

Look back, take a look, leave without saying goodbye, and then enter the bustling sea of people.

The night is thick, and it seems that you can feel the wetness of dew. No chance to visit other places. History has become a superficial noise here, and both the past and the new ones have quickly disappeared with the water of Qinhuai River.

Going back, you have to ask for directions along the way. Seven turns and eight turns, I found the bus when I came, and the passengers were still scarce. Unlike the Confucius Temple, it is still a sea of people.