Chapter 124 Jiangnan

Three to six people, except Feng Yiping, are the first time they left the province. Except for Yu Lian, the others, who grew up so old, were all smooth and worry-free, and were very excited along the way.

One of the walkie-talkies was in Xiao Zhijie and the others, and the other was in Lian's hands. Huang Jingping held one, and the two cars, hundreds of meters away, kept talking nonstop, and there was no time to be quiet.

This time, it turned into a poetry show. Everyone was scrambling to memorize the poems about Jiangnan that they had learned before. It seemed that the girls had done their homework before, one after another, and it seemed that they could not stop for a while.

Yes, Jiangnan!

This is a word that sounds very poetic. When most people mention her, they do not mean the concept of region, but actually all of them are her literary images. These literary intentions are written in textbooks, novels, and film and television dramas.

When it comes to Jiangnan, everyone will think of a scene in detail: misty rain, a small river divides a town hidden under green trees and red flowers into two halves. Along the river, the courtyards with green tiles and white walls, one by one, on the river surface, the black-sailed boats gently paddled through with a rustling sound. There was a faint sound of singing words in the windows of people along the river, or the melodious and fresh music of the guzheng or yangqin floated out.

The boat had just skillfully sailed over an ancient stone arch bridge, and then passed under the flower trees in the backyard of a family. The flowers were dazzling red and the leaves were also shining green. The boat meandered along the river. In the distance, there was a green hill. There was a tower on the top of the mountain, and under the tower. There was a underground palace...

Wait, I also forgot a very important point. On the smooth stone roads in the streets and alleys of the town, there must be a lilac-like girl. She has the color of lilac and the fragrance of lilac. But without the sorrow of lilac, she also wears an oil paper umbrella and greets acquaintances on both sides in soft words. When she finds that you, an outsider, stares at her, she will smile calmly, then lower her head gently, leave quietly, without taking away a cloud, and then you may have a little sorrow of lilac...

However, people who go there with this idea will most likely be disappointed, such as those in the car, including the two drivers.

In fact, there are many scenic spots along the way, but if there are too many choices, it is difficult to choose. In the end, unanimous decision was made, not to look at these ones and go straight to the scenic spot in their minds.

Two days later, a group of people who were a little tired but still excited finally sat by the West Lake to have tea. They had just visited the Broken Bridge and the autumn moon in Pinghu. After walking through Sudi, they saw the three pools of Yinyue and the Huagang to watch fish. They would have a short rest.

After sitting for a while, the three girls took photos on various shapes. The three of them were leisurely lying on the chair, holding a cup of tea that said it was Longjing, and looking at the pleasure boat on the lake not far away.

Xiao Zhijie squeezed a piece of green tea filling and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's really good, it's really worth the trip."

Wang Changning lay on the chair, blew the breeze with water vapor, and was flirting with a serious folding fan, "It's worthy of reputation, what do you think Yiping?"

"Me," To be honest, Feng Yiping also liked such a tour very much. Although he had been here many times later, he only walked along the lake at most. He had not seen half of the so-called Ten Scenes of West Lake.

When I came here, most of them were for work, and travel was actually very dependent on my mood. When I had something to do and burden in my heart, or when I was still busy with life, it seemed difficult to calm down and take a look at the beautiful scenery I yearned for when I was young.

When he finally had some foundation, when he came back, he seemed to have no enthusiasm. Many times, he lived by the West Lake, and at most he looked at the window and would rather stay in the hotel and sleep on the Internet than go out for a walk.

Now, I am in a very good state. I can say that I have money and leisure. I don’t just follow the tour groups called travel but actually shopping. It’s a very pleasant thing to just lie by the West Lake for an afternoon.

However, what he is going to say now is not, "I just can see that it is really important to be born in a good place."

"What's wrong with it?" The girls came back. Zhang Qiuling sat next to Xiao Zhijie, picked up a piece of numb candy from the plate on the table, took a bite, and maybe she felt it was just as smelly, so she stuffed it into Xiao Zhijie's mouth.

Huang Jingping took off her sunglasses, picked up a piece of peach pastry, and asked Feng Yiping if she wanted it. Feng Yiping shook her head, "Why do you say that? Think about it, why is West Lake so famous? It is mainly because of so many humanistic allusions related to it.

Since the Han Dynasty and the Central Plains moved south, too many historical celebrities have been here, leaving too many poems, legends and stories of talented men and beautiful women. Look at these inscriptions, either ancient emperors or current leaders. Otherwise, based on its natural scenery alone, it will have such a big name, completely overshadow other lakes in the country?

Then why are there so many people coming? Of course it is because it is born in a good place. For example, our provincial capital is bigger than it, and there are not one or two lakes with better scenery than it. Why are they all unnamed? It is because of bad luck and not born in a good place!"

His words were also inspired, but those young men who had no experience in life and did not know the taste of sorrow could not understand. Although Huang Jingping agreed as usual, she really understood it. I am afraid that only the two drivers on the table next to her who nodded and agreed.

"Tsk, fallacy!" Although Zhang Qiuling was unhappy when she heard this, she couldn't find a reason to refute her. She sneered and picked up a piece of mung bean pastry. As a result, she bite her mouth and stuffed the rest into Xiao Zhijie's mouth.

Xiao Zhijie was still happy, maybe he was thinking about this as a dirty idea of ​​indirect kissing. Of course, with his criminal record of holding Zhang Qiuling's hand in the first year of junior high school, I am afraid that the kissing was already started when they were both studying in the county.

Xia Chong couldn't speak to Bing, forget it, what's the use of saying something to them? "Let's go to Fenghe in Quyuan,"

When they came here, it was the right time to go to Quyuan Fenghe. When they climbed to Yingxun Pavilion, several people were reading the poem "After all, in the middle of June of West Lake, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons, the lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun." Indeed, we write thousands of words, which is not as vivid as the poet's twenty-eight words.

On the water, there were lotus leaves and lotus flowers, the breeze was coming, and the lotus fragrance was gushing, making people feel indescribable. However, Xiao Zhijie was stunned for a while and then clamored to see the Kangxi imperial pen in Jingbeiting. He had always been very interested in these emperors and generals.

Speaking of which, Kangxi and Qianlong, the ancestors and grandchildren, can really be rated as propaganda ambassadors of Jiangnan. When they were in power, they went to Jiangnan many times, leaving behind many anecdotes. Now many small shops, and any dish is a little related to them. Of course, there are even more magic treasures along the way.

However, Kangxi, the emperor of the ages, wrote too many typos. Now there are only two remaining scenic monuments, the fewer fish viewing in Huagang, and the Quyuan Fenghe, the Quyuan Fenghe, is another other word. He doesn't care, he only missed his grandson and found reasons for him in various ways.

They gathered together with a tour group with great interest and listened to the tour guide's explanation. He heard him say why he wanted to write this song. The three girls were not interested in these things at all. "Let's go, my feet are sore and my stomach is hungry. Find a place to eat. Don't there be so many arrangements in the afternoon?"

The afternoon arrangements are mainly shopping, such as silk. They say they are so tired that they can't walk, but when they say this, their eyes are clearly shining. Maybe in their eyes, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is not as attractive as silk! (To be continued...)

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