Ningbo Travel Notes | The most handsome boy in the whole street of Cixi Ancient City

▲The earth is abundant and the world is not lonely

A clear day is the best time to take stock of the past.

When the sun shines into the house, make a cup of tea, adjust your mood to the best channel, and take care of the beautiful things that have not yet been recorded——

 

2021 begins with a casual blind box journey.

Breaking into Ningbo was an unplanned surprise. The original intention was to change the city to add a sense of New Year's Eve ceremony. As for which city to go to, what does it matter?

The cold wind in Ningbo in January helped us survive two days of long-lost winter.

The cold forces people to put on all the thick clothes they can, without worrying about being bulky; when they are in their prime, their foreheads can no longer see the wind. Fortunately, they have enough hats, which not only keep out the cold, but also have a cool concave shape.

Ningbo’s Laowaitan Bar Street is extremely lively on New Year’s Eve.

My friend and I chose a bar to sit down very early. We were waiting for the countdown like a young daughter-in-law waiting to get into a sedan chair, nervous and excited.

When good things accumulate little by little, your smile will taste like champagne.

It was about ninety o'clock, and there were more and more people on the street. The bar proposed a minimum consumption to limit the number of customers. The guy next to me generously became a member and offered to share a table with us.

Ningbo on the first day of the new year is an artistic color that we cannot understand.

The works in the Ningbo Art Museum continue to refresh our understanding of art. In the piles of coarse cloth scarves and splash-ink frames with various paints, it seems to have unlocked another style of aesthetics.

The happiness of girls also includes being the most handsome boy on the street together.

We were like a weather vane in the ancient city of Cixi, driving one photo spot after another. An ordinary wall, an old window, and even the location on a stone bridge where we took photos were waiting for other tourists to take the same photo.

During New Year's Eve in a strange city, time seems to be stretched out.

Walking through alleys one after another in a good mood, chatting about topics that have or have not been discussed before; getting healing from the happy childhood of friends, and trying to imagine the beauty of having a child of the opposite sex.

The stories on the road continue, and the memory bank will not be filled up.

 

Our life is like a film and television frame frame by frame. Every experience is precious enough in itself, so why bother about what we will get from such a trip?