Jinan Travel Notes｜One city with mountains and half city with lakes

endless spring water

It’s the drop in the stone layer
The water flow has the feeling of a waterfall
It keeps coming down
It’s like an endless whisper
One meter of sunlight shines through
Moss grows on the stone
You are stay in the past

Take an old cable car
and stop at No. 117 Hongjialou North Road
A Gothic church bursts into view
Solemn and solemn
Sacred and elegant
However, I don’t believe in Jesus
What an almighty Lord
What an evil person
Countless Buddhas can’t survive the calamity for thousands of years
You said you can go
Then go
The believers also went
This is probably faith
Maybe I don’t have faith

Because there are too many tourists
The door is open
I slowly entered
The church suddenly became enlightened
Of course the light is very dark
It’s just The quiet coolness
makes people feel very transparent
as if the internal organs have just seen each other clearly
At the same time, the baptism of the priest echoes
telling the story of Jesus
as if She experienced ordinary life with Jesus
Lifelike
This is probably faith
Maybe I don’t have faith

Just listen like this
Don't take another breath
Don't let this atmosphere seem too normal
The crying child has been carried out of the church by his mother
So there is no excuse to sigh again
Just like this
His eyes scanned the whole building
He saw Jesus on the cross
There was a wisp of red silk around his neck
The pastor said this was the blood of Jesus flowing
There were wings on both sides The boy in white
is particularly dazzling with the red background
The priest said this is an angel
The angel said not to look for the living among the dead
The dead are Jesus
The living are also
This is probably Faith
Maybe I don’t have faith

The atmosphere is too cold
I obviously can’t stand it anymore
Let’s go out then
Imitate everyone’s posture
Close your hands and leave
This is probably faith
This is probably the human heart

Leave quietly
Not startling the white pigeons in twos and threes
Stepping on the rhythm of the old man playing the top in the square
No one knows
I Came
but never came

Remember and look at each other in a quick glance

Every city has its own memory, and historical sites are an indispensable carrier for solidifying memories.

I searched and searched for
Your ancestral hall is deserted and deserted
It has been warm and cold recently
Your sculptures are even more pure and pure
Thousands of years have passed
You are the flower that never thankses in Song Dynasty
Xian Yan is undefeated
Yi An Yi An
Time has changed
Eternal peace has changed

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