I have long forgotten when it started. I want to forget everything, carry a small backpack on my back, go far away alone and feel the exquisiteness of walking alone. A person walking on the north or south train, like most people, chooses a window seat and looks at the simple scenery on both sides of the train track, which may be overgrown with weeds or a neat small village without any artificial decoration.
Perhaps the excitement of traveling filled my mind. I don't know how long the train has been running, but I may have inadvertently arrived in Xi 'an, which is full of dreams. The sense of heaviness and vicissitudes of the Millennium is coming, and I can't hide my little excitement. At that time, I just wanted to find an ancient city wall, touch the historical traces on its wall and feel the dust left by the flight of time. Walking in a strange city, meeting strangers and watching strange scenery. Close my eyes, open my arms, and feel what this city has brought me without scruple.
Walking aimlessly on the quaint and historically vicissitudes of the bluestone road, you may have experienced the Weiyang Palace in your dreams for thousands of times along the way, and I don't know why I fell in love with the name of this palace. "How about the evening? Night is still young. It seems that only Weiyang Palace can explain the scenes that happened in Chang 'an during the Han Dynasty, and emperors of all dynasties can't escape this fate. They also need Weiyang Palace to find the only comfort left in their hearts. I like Xi 'an's gorgeous silk and dream of returning to the prosperous times of the Tang Dynasty here. I can't help but think of the flute in Chang 'an in the distance and the fallen flowers outside Yangzhou. How about Hua Qingchi's Beautiful and Gentle Love? A drop of tears, the shame of Yuhuan, wiped out the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace. Time says Yuhuan is a disaster. However, for a woman with ordinary time, loving someone deeply is also her helplessness.
In the snack bar on the corner, you can look at the northern people's pride, find a seat near, have a bowl of steaming Qishan minced meat noodles, and experience the unique pride of the northerners. Breathing into frost, freezing three feet in the morning, walking in any antique long and narrow alley in West Street, people of all kinds will queue up for a bowl of noodles. In this way, Xi people seamlessly connect food with history.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny. I hope that a person carrying a backpack, set foot on the south train, all the way, no extra thoughts, unconsciously arrived at the small town called Lijiang. Take a look at the misty rain that once got lost here. Walking slowly on the smooth and clean bluestone road, looking at the traces left by the rut of history. The indescribable pavilions are intertwined with the small bridges and flowing water here, that is, the small bridges and flowing water can be seen everywhere. In the bright sunshine, I occasionally meet an old man walking slowly and can't help but say hello. Walk in the alley of the ancient city, feel its simplicity, find an inn when you are tired, and listen to the vicissitudes of the small town quietly.
I really want to have a trip of my own. I don't care about the ending, the time and the itinerary. It's just that I am the only one traveling.