It rains non-stop in Nanjing
Just like your silent grievance
Li Zhi's "Summer on Shanyin Road"
Nanjing citizens forced me to be banned, so I could only quote a cover version of "Summer on Shanyin Road".
During this Labor Day holiday, my brothers and I went to the city of Nanjing, so I wrote this trip note.
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In order to start a wonderful journey, I watched a movie on the day I left Qingdao. Roman Holiday .
After reading it, I packed up my dear little suitcase and walked on the road to Qingdao North Railway Station. The sunset in Qingdao that day was so beautiful, half of the sky dyed orange-red.
The train departed at 8:40 in the evening and arrived at Nanjing Station at 4:40 the next morning. The sleeper I bought also taught me a lesson - such a big space couldn't accommodate me, so I sat in the corridor with "Love in the Time of Cholera" which I couldn't calm down to read for several months. Turn off the lights when you get to the carriage.
Finally, I arrived in Nanjing when the sky was still dark. On the way, I passed Lianyungang City, the territory of Teacher Ma and 633, and the Amap map also lit up this place.
There is only one thought in my mind -My happy vacation has begun! ! !
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When I arrived in Nanjing, I put my luggage at the hotel and went to look for breakfast without saying a word. After all, walking early in the morning was very fun, so I had three breakfasts in one morning.
As the locals do, I had duck blood vermicelli soup and soup dumplings for my first meal. When I first came to Jiangnan, I didn’t know what these things were, so I forgot to tell the boss not to add coriander, but Indeed, these two things are very good.
Walking along the block, because the hotel is near Xinjiekou , I wandered to Deji Square early in the morning and saw pancakes and fruits being sold on the roadside. Yes, I was determined to eat all the pancakes in the world, so I bought one out of greed, and found that the pancakes in Nanjing were completely different from those over there - they put the eggs first and then the pancakes, and the pancakes were made in advance. This greatly lowered my expectations for it. In the end, I watched it being cooked bit by bit, adding shredded kelp and shredded potatoes - this seemed to be the biggest insult to the pancake fruit. But it doesn't matter, as the saying goes, do as the Romans do, and finally put a fried dough stick on it, which was rolled up and cut into two halves. This should not be called pancake fruit. I ate while walking, but I didn’t finish it. To this day, I have never eaten anything better than the pancakes sold at the stall in front of Luanxian County Hospital.
Walking leisurely all the way, with Luo Dayou's music playing in my headphones, I walked to the Presidential Palace, where I waited for the arrival of Mr. Li P. It was seven o'clock in the morning. Just after that, I was waiting for Starbucks to open, so I bought my third breakfast: a large iced Americano.
I admit that I was a little full, but it didn’t stop me from eating lunch.
In 1912 Block I watched Zixiao who was very restrained in Nansen. Zixiao was still Zixiao, always young and always scolding people.
Because the reservation was late, I could only pay my respects outside the Presidential Palace, which was really a pity.
At 11 o'clock in the morning, I finally met Li P, whom I hadn't seen for a long time. His outfit was nothing new and he still looked like an overly mature primary school student. At twelve o'clock, we met Zixiao and went to eat. Xinjiekou Subway Station The twenty-four entrances made us dizzy and filled with the smell of Master Bao, but there was a queue There were so many people that I only bought other pastries. This is considered morning tea, but it still doesn’t affect my lunch.
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I had Jiangnan cuisine for lunch, which was mostly sweet and delicious. The drunkard's intention is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers.
Meeting old friends is never a simple matter. We are all over the world, and our hometowns are different, so it is difficult to get together. We are in foreign lands, and it is even harder to see each other. Time will change many things, but Zixiao Always young, always scolding people.
After eating, Toad and Brother Fan also rushed over from Beijing. Zi Xiao went back home due to the inspection. Li P and I also returned to the hotel, tidied up and went back to the hotel. Come to the Presidential Palace.
This kid Toad has gained a lot of weight, and he only has CSGO in his heart.
I have to say that the 1912 Street next to the Presidential Palace really has that feeling, surrounded by the aura of a place where Internet celebrities check in.
Zhou Xin, who was at Nanjing University in the evening, asked us to have dinner. Zhou Xin had not seen him for several months and had lost some weight. He had to rush to Anhui to meet his classmates the next day, and we had hot pot together in the evening.
The happy time is always short, we finally parted, not knowing when we will see each other again.
We watched the CBA Finals together that night, and we felt a little bit like we did when we were watching football in high school, but we can never go back to those summers.
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On May 2nd, the main meal begins.
We arrived at the Ming City Wall early in the morning, wandered around and looked at the Xuanwu Lake outside the city wall and returned to Jinling.
Since I don’t know much about the history of the Ming Dynasty, I won’t say much more, only travel notes.
After getting off the Ming City Wall, we came to Xuanwu Lake. We originally wanted to go boating, but seeing that the queue of people rowing almost reached Suzhou, we gave up - this is a bad idea for traveling during holidays.
I went to Block 1912 again at noon and saw someone writing on the roadside, so I wrote a fan and gave it to my mother. Because she especially liked Li Qingzhao, she wrote a poem "Like a Dream" 》.
Exhausted, we went to see the music festival.
Since I had never heard of the previous bands, I selectively started listening to GALA. The atmosphere during the daytime venue is always used to warm up the venue later, but the song "Chasing Dreams" 》 Still attracted the chorus of the audience.
Then the long-awaited Zheng Jun came. Although I didn’t sing the first song I heard by Lao Zheng "Back to Lhasa" , I also sang a few of his classics y4> "Naked", "Cinderella" and "Elopement" .
The final highlight is the purpose of my trip to the music festival——Cui Jian. I thought about how many opportunities people would have to hear Lao Cui live? As soon as Lao Cui came, he immediately exploded on the scene, and the whole audience jumped to the rhythm of Lao Cui.
Lao Cui asked: How many people born after 2000 are present?
We raised our hands and shouted;
Lao Cui said: Chinese rock music still has a future.
Look at the sun at eight or nine o'clock
Like an egg under a red flag
Cui Jian "Eggs under the Red Flag"
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Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is very grand, not ordinary.
Mr. Sun Wen sleeps here, overlooking the entire Nanjing city. Just like in 1912, Nanjing is still the Nanjing city he remembers.
After leaving Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, we took a break at noon and went to a vintage store. This experience of buying clothes was the most comfortable I have ever had since I had cognitive abilities. However, there is still one regret - there is a beautiful little YSL jacket. , but I couldn’t wear it because I was too fat, so I gave up.
The weather in Nanjing has turned a bit cloudy, and there are said to be thunderstorms. We went to Confucius Temple to eat Nanjing Food Stalls in the evening.
There are really many people, the road is really narrow, and the salted duck is also really salty.
What we ate the most in the past few days after arriving in Nanjing was soup dumplings. This is a delicacy in the world. The skin of the dumplings is filled with meat and soup. You can only use a spoon to pick it up, otherwise it will be eaten. The soup will leak out and it will no longer be delicious. First make a hole, suck out the soup with your mouth, and finally eat the filling and skin together. The freshness of the soup, the tenderness of the meat, and the texture of the skin melt together in your mouth, and you feel like you are ascending to heaven. The last time I felt this way was when I ate foie gras fried by a good chef for the first time. It has been a long time.
It rained continuously in Nanjing at night, and the Jiangnan area watered by the rain immediately became full of vitality. Listening to the French plane trees all over the street playing music with the rain, the humidity at this moment seemed like a dream, pouring out Jinling. The story of the ancient neighborhood spreads in the musty smell of rain. People take shelter under every sheltered eaves, or they are soaked in the rain. The humid air wraps around their nostrils, everyone is wet, and the reflection of the car lights in the puddles Brighter than the car lights themselves, as if we were the reflection.
In the rain, I saw ancient poems, the water ripples of the Qinhuai River, and there was another kind of magic in the ripples. The light was cut into pieces, as if there was only rain left in the world, and I could only hear the sound of rain.
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The last thing we want to remember is the winter of 1937.
Nanjing was soaked in wails and blood.
run! run! run!
Unknown graves are everywhere, where there are only gray and black.
Depressed, depressed...
We cannot remember hatred, but we must remember history.
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Nothing to do in the evening, Zhuozi Also in Nanjing, we went to have a drink and chat, and we couldn't avoid the trivial things around us in university.
It's a very beautiful green color. This cup is called "Gulf Stream" , and it also reveals the palm scent of the south coast.
After that, we went to have a dinner. The four of us sat on the street in Xinjiekou, chatting about everything, all tacky things - talking about the past, talking about beautiful women, talking about food; we didn't have any prospects for the future. We are so familiar and have known each other for several years. We all know how much we hate each other; we don’t get together for anything, and there are only memories and Tang Zichun in our minds.
It's hard to be elegant, so we all become common people; enjoy the time - five-flowered horses, golden furs, call your children will be exchanged for fine wines, and we will eliminate the eternal sorrow with you.
The next morning, Brother Fan and Toad boarded the high-speed train back to Beijing, I also returned to Qingdao, and Li P returned to Nanchang.
Nanjing has become a memory, and what I remember is the rain in Nanjing and the smell of Jinling.
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That evening, I was riding a shared bicycle on the streets of Nanjing. I looked down at the cracks of sunshine and looked up at the whole street of plane trees.
Lao Jiang said that Soong Meiling liked French plane trees, so he planted them all over Nanjing. Let the romance of the last century bathe in our skin and nourish this humid city.
On the high-speed train back, I finally finished reading "Love in the Time of Cholera" .
Florentino Ariza's love for Fermina Daza spanned half a century, and they finally grew old. It all started from a sudden glance, and she was Forever engraved in my heart.
Why the long wait? Just because romance has gone through vicissitudes of life, just like the city of Nanjing, weathered and forever young.
