In the morning, the sun rises. People are still sleeping, and the town is as quiet and peaceful as before. It was the beating notes on the river and the charming snoring from the small town that made people unconsciously lower their voices and could not bear to wake her up.
There is some faint fog floating on the river, and the sunlight shines on the river through the fog like a mirror, like a frosted glass window in winter. The river still flows aimlessly, and occasionally fishermen paddle across the river.
At this time, a person sat on the rock jumping into the river, savoring it carefully, quietly listening to the ancient city whispering in his ear and telling ancient legends, which was pleasant and beautiful.
There are only pedestrians in twos and threes on the streets of the city, and the shops beside the forest roads are still silent. Even though there are countless blue-tiled stone roads and glazed tiles, she still carries the residual antique and crosses the vicissitudes of history. Gradually, the town began to get noisy, and more and more tourists came from all directions.
Soon, tourists crowded every alley in the town, jostling shoulder to shoulder and walking the streets. Everyone is enjoying the elegance of the ancient city consciously or unconsciously. Or revel in Shen Congwen's humanistic atmosphere; Or sigh with emotion at Xiong Xiling's great achievements; Or feel the joy of climbing Nanhua Mountain; Or learn from the profound knowledge of ancient museums; Or the satisfaction of tasting delicious food and special food. In short, slowly experience the place where the ancient city touched you.
As the sun sets, there are fewer tourists in the city. They all hide in restaurants or inns to prepare for the upcoming midnight carnival. The ancient city also retreated from the hustle and bustle of the day, and took a nap as quiet as morning. However, at this moment, boating on the Tuojiang River and going down the river in groups of three or five is the most beautiful and poetic.
People on both sides of the strait smoke, and the breeze on the lake smells of grass. The lake is clear and cold, and the afterglow of the sun is all over the river. The boatman will also echo the simplicity of the countryside, and it would be better if he could make peace with the boatman.
When the last ray of sunshine disappeared, night fell and the streets were filled with colorful lights. Every ancient building is covered with colorful clothes, shining, and the whole town is resplendent. A dazzling array of goods filled every store, and loud pop music was shouted. People poured into this ancient city from every bar in generate, looking for expected or impromptu joy. There is no special exoticism, only men and women who enjoy themselves.
The moon in the sky snuggled up to the ancient city, pitiful! No one will associate it with the ancient city, whether it is round or missing, to create the artistic conception of poetry. Mingyue probably lost her familiarity with the ancient city of one thousand years ago. Shops rushed to welcome tourists from all walks of life, and the ancient city was awakened again, opening sleepy eyes and wearily pleasing tourists from all directions.
It is difficult to hide the hustle and bustle of the city under the Millennium antique. Only the water in Tuojiang River is still flowing quietly, washing away the oil stains in the city and dragging away the alcohol smell all over the sky, just for the smile of the ancient city tomorrow morning. Is it the unbearable burnout of the ancient city, or is it people's restless exaggeration? Through the voice and smile of the ancient city, have you seen some of her longings? Who wants to hear her heart? Maybe something else is left here! Night, deep, dream, has begun, and glitz continues.