308: 4000 words in Yangzhou(1/2)
The three young couples finally chose Yangzhou, also known as Guangling.
As the saying goes, on a moonlit night at Twenty-Four Bridges, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?
Oh, wrong.
It should be: The dream of sleeping in Yangzhou for ten years, and winning the reputation of a brothel.
wrong again.
It can be said that when the spring breeze blows ten miles along Yangzhou Road, it is better to roll up the bead curtain.
If Ying Tian is a steady middle-aged man, then Guang Ling is more like a shambling old man.
The pace of life is very slow.
This is quite interesting.
Mu Xin said it used to be slow, but Guangling was not slow in the past. As an important waterway hub, in ancient times, its pace was not slow.
But it's really slow now.
The three young couples from Yingtian chose this place mainly because they no longer want to stay in Yingtian and want to change cities to leave some good memories. Guangling is close to Yingtian and the cost is not high.
As a famous food city, it is naturally the first choice.
"Oh, there are so many people on this bus." After getting off the bus, Li Jianghe rubbed his waist.
New Year's Day is a good time to travel, and Guangling is not only the choice of Li Jianghe and his family, but also a good place for other families or couples.
"Third brother, you are out of touch with the people. You were always the strongest one in the past." Wang Yunli stood for a long time, his feet were a little numb, and he stamped on the ground.
"I think you are drifting," Li Jianghe said.
Boys bear the responsibility of protecting girls, and generally feel a little squeezed out.
"Where should we go first?" Qiu Kejun asked.
"Well, it's already afternoon. Are you going to Slender West Lake?" Li Jianghe scratched his head, "Then we'll go shopping at a food street in the evening, eat some food, and have morning tea tomorrow morning."
"I agree." Wang Yunli raised his hand.
The others also had no objections and did not take a taxi. A few of them walked a few steps, found a small shop, bought a few bottles of water, and asked how to get there.
But after arriving at the scenic spot, Li Jianghe understood why the ancients said: "Fireworks descend in Yangzhou in March", because the Slender West Lake in December, or January 1 to be precise, is really cold and extraordinary.
Originally, Li Jianghe and Ruan Xiang held each other's hands with their hands exposed. After standing by the Slender West Lake for a while, Li Jianghe finally chose to put Ruan Xiang's hand into his pocket.
In fact, Slender West Lake and West Lake are really incomparable. It is said to be a lake, but in fact, because it is too "slender", it looks more like a river. However, compared with the more real West Lake, it is a small river at most.
Before Slender West Lake was renamed Slender West Lake, it was called "Guarantee Lake". It is conceivable that if the name had not been changed, there would be many fewer tourists around Lijiang River who also felt cheated.
Changing the names of tourist attractions is similar to naming actors' stage names.
Andy is not Andy, and his brother’s original name does not include Guorong. What’s even more exaggerated is that he is Jackie Chan. In fact, his surname is neither Cheng nor Dragon.
In the entertainment industry, there are no one or two whose stage names have nothing to do with their real names, and even their last names have been changed.
As for the renaming of Baoan Lake to Slender West Lake, it dates back to the Qianlong period. A poet from Suzhou and Hangzhou wrote this poem: "It is also a pot of gold, so it should be called Slender West Lake."
Hence the name,
"One pot sells gold" today means a place with high consumption.
Li Jianghe and his group took a cruise and listened to the boatman's explanation.
"Where are these guys from?" the boat owner chatted.
"It came from heaven," Zhao Xueqing replied.
"Oh, you are a student, right?" Uncle Funato said with a smile: "Where is the Twenty-Four Bridge now? The moon is silent in the heart of the wave, but it is a pity that it is not open at night, so you are destined not to see the moonlight."
"Uncle, you are really educated," Wang Yunli said in surprise.
"Hey, it's not me who is literate, it's you tourists who are literate. You read it every day, every day, day after day. I just wrote it down. There is also the sentence: Twenty-Four Bridges on a moonlit night, how can a beautiful woman be beautiful?
Are you going to teach me how to play the flute? Hehe." The uncle waved his hand and then pointed forward: "No, that is the Twenty-Four Bridges in your mouth."
"Hey, this is not good-looking." Wang Yunli said bluntly: "This is not good-looking either."
Zhao Xueqing pinched him secretly.
In fact, other people also feel disappointed, but because the uncle is here, he is too embarrassed to say it.
It’s not that this bridge is that ugly. In fact, it looks quite beautiful. However, it is quite different from the white jade bridge that I imagined, standing amid the sound of flutes and under the moonlight.
"It's okay, every group of tourists has the same reaction as you." The uncle, who has long been a man, understands what they are thinking, "This is a new one, not the ancient one."
No one today knows which bridge Du Mu experienced personally, so he had to build a new one with a total length of 24 meters, 24 steps and 24 railings.
"Four Bridges".
It's not that interesting. In a few hundred years, it may become a special tourist attraction.
The Wuting Bridge ahead shocked Li Jianghe and others.
"Hey, looks good," Uncle Funato said with an expression that he had expected.
After all, for people who don’t go out of their way to look up travel guides, it is generally believed that the Twenty-Four Bridge is the most “beautiful bridge” here, but the reputation is hard to live up to, and it will inevitably make people a little disappointed. At this time, turn around and look again
Wuting Bridge is really unique.
This was specially built by salt merchants for Emperor Qianlong who went to the south of the Yangtze River.
Speaking of which, there are really not too many scenic spots related to Qianlong in the south.
"Good-looking, beautiful", several people nodded.
There are three red lacquer pavilions with yellow roofs erected on the bridge that looks like an ancient city wall. How can it be called beautiful?
After getting off the boat, several people even took photos with Uncle Funato.
The camera comes with it. Li Jianghe bought it before, an ordinary Olympus digital camera at a family price.
After listening to Uncle Funato's opinion, the group went to the nearby Daming Temple, where the eminent monk Jianzhen who returned from the eastward journey gave lectures.
The temple is magnificent and the main hall is solemn.
Mountain stone and bamboo forest, walking up the stairs.
As the true believers and believers burned incense together, it was already getting late, and several people had fast meals nearby.
The taste is still good.
It may be hard for people who have never tried it to imagine that braised watermelon rind is not a dark dish.
In fact, the vegetarian atmosphere here is quite strong.
As a famous scenic spot, it is natural that this place cannot escape the inscription given by Emperor Qianlong: "Imperial Inscription to Fajing Temple".
But the cultural protagonist here is undoubtedly Jianzhen.
Speaking of Jianzhen, a sentence related to him was very popular some time ago: "The mountains and rivers are in different places, but the wind and moon are in the same sky."
In fact, the complete meaning of this sentence is: "The mountains and rivers are in different lands, the wind and the moon are in the same sky, and I send them to all Buddhas to form a common destiny."
The origin of this saying can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty. At that time, the Japanese Changwu King presented 1,000 cassocks to Chinese monks. Each cassock was embroidered with gold thread: "The mountains and rivers are in foreign lands, the wind and moon are in the same sky, I send this to all the Buddhas,
Let’s form a bond together.”
This passage impressed the eminent monk Jian Zhen at that time, so he traveled eastward six times to spread Buddhism in Japan.
The Japanese are good Buddhists, but as of today, there are already many differences between their forms and ours.
After leaving Daming Temple, the group went straight to Dongguan Street.
Finally, the late night snack is decided to be the common choice for all foreigners traveling here: "Yangzhou Fried Rice".
This is a kind of fried rice that has been served at state banquets many times. It was the main dish at the first banquet of the founding of the People's Republic of China. In foreign Chinese restaurants, this is also a dish that must appear on the menu.
Of course, the ones abroad are basically modified by magic.
Eggs, shrimps, fresh bamboo shoots, scallops, mushrooms, green peppers, sea cucumbers, chicken legs, ham, pine nuts, green beans, carrots, cucumbers, chopped green onions, black pepper, soy sauce, coriander, sesame seeds.
Logically, an authentic plate of Yangzhou fried rice must have the above ingredients.
It can be imagined that it is probably the style of the magic chef Xiao Fugui with golden special effects.
We now talk about the eight major cuisines, as if this is a long-standing term, but in fact it is not the case. In the early Qing Dynasty, there were only four major cuisines: "Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, and Huaiyang cuisine". The other four of the eight major cuisines were "Zhejiang cuisine".
"Cuisine, Fujian cuisine, Hunan cuisine, Anhui cuisine" was first called this around the Republic of China.
"It tastes good." Wang Yunli ate happily.
"I think you are hungry," Tao Zhuoran said with a smile, "We had a vegetarian meal at Daming Temple just now, but you didn't eat much."
"He, he's all about sex," Zhao Xueqing laughed from the side.
"It's a blessing to be able to eat." Li Jianghe nodded, then smiled at Ruan Xiang and said, "So you are lucky."
"Bah", Ruan Xiang didn't even raise his head, and pinched Li Jianghe lightly with his little hand under the table: "Who can eat it?"
"Xiang Xiang is the last to eat in our dormitory," Qiu Kejun said on Ruan Xiang's behalf.
"Are you the first one?" Tao Zhuoran said unexpectedly.
To be continued...