【Essay】Fenghua Travel Notes

It would be nice if we could do it again earlier. I thought of my trip to Xiamen alone last year, which was obviously just a short distance. At that time, my heart was filled with excitement and excitement that was almost like a challenge. Although I knew it was unnecessary to mention it, walking on Gulangyu Island On the street, when holding a bowl of tea noodles, I will inevitably feel lonely, and I will think of my friends who are still in school, and feel a little sad. I am a person who is so dependent on others, so dependent on the connections and feelings with others, but I can't bear it. Living a little bit kept the distance, and then I was the only one left. This time, I had friends accompanying me all the way, and I had a way to share and communicate my emotions, which made me feel much better. It was better than wandering around helplessly with no place to stay.

It took five hours to set off. I originally planned to work on the train. I thought that if I took ten hours to go back and forth, I would be able to write a lot, but in the end I still couldn’t start writing. I always felt that writing while traveling was like It was a bit sad, and the table while the train was moving was not suitable for placing a computer, so I just closed my eyes and fell asleep, chatting with my seatmate and looking at the endless scenery outside the window.

Most of the houses in Fujian are built in a haphazard manner. Even if they are gathered together, they have different orientations and angles, but they mostly have red roofs dotted on the plains and mountains on both sides of the railway tracks. When you enter Zhejiang, you will see black tiled sloping roofs and white walls everywhere, scattered here and there, occasionally appearing. There will also be thin streams mixed in, passing through those dwellings and flowing to more distant places. A place may have its own customs or a place's unique scenes. This feeling is actually very wonderful. Perhaps in the increasingly homogeneous urban structure, there are still faint traces of the history and geographical features of the past. At least they are different. Yes, these differences are natural. They are accumulated in the edges and corners of cities, in sparsely populated mountains, forests and countryside. If one day they completely disappear, we will probably only be able to live in convenient cities. Through the old video data and texts, Describe, imagine what kind of scenery it is.

The sky was very blue that day. There are also many clouds, so the sky does not become too thin. It is full of layers over the green fields, just like a scene in Hayao Miyazaki's animation, or a beautiful oil painting hanging outside the car window.

After arriving in Ningbo, Yuan Chen’s mother drove us to take us around for a while. When we arrived at around two o’clock in the afternoon, we shared a box of crayfish fried rice and magnolia jelly in the underground garage. We didn’t eat much in the car all morning. So it tastes quite delicious. The texture of magnolia jelly is similar to jelly. I thought it was a liquid like sugar water, but it is actually a chewy solid. It tastes like mint. I joked that I was eating toothpaste, but it still tastes quite cool in summer.

The first stop was Tianyi Pavilion. I didn’t know much about this place before. To be honest, I still didn’t know much about it after walking around. According to Yuan Chen, it used to be a private house and library, and many book collectors later donated it. He built his own collection of books, which later became the "First Library in Asia". The garden is organized like a Suzhou garden, with a small bamboo forest and a moon lake. I used to read and thought that garden landscaping should be a very interesting thing, but unfortunately I know very little about it and there is nothing to praise and analyze, so I can only wander around. And I was lucky enough to see a dramatist’s collection in it. I happened to be studying the literary history of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties this semester, so I had a lot of familiar feelings. The first thing you need to go to a museum is that you have sufficient personal qualities. Otherwise, it’s just a casual stroll. Nothing is interesting anymore.

In the afternoon, I went to her grandparents' house with Yuan Chen as a guest. Even though it’s dinner, for a Xinjiang person, around five o’clock is still considered afternoon. If you travel exclusively to scenic spots, it will be difficult to see the real local scenery. Yuan Chen's grandparents had a small courtyard where they grew loofahs, peppers, okra and other things. He couldn't help but think of the small vegetable patch in front of his grandma's door when he was a child. Is this also the Chinese people's innate hobby of growing vegetables? From the literati to the common people, as long as there is a piece of land, they have to maintain their own small yard. They water and fertilize it every day and take good care of it. They pinch a handful of green vegetable leaves and mix it with cold, and eat it as a portion. Comfort and leisure. The food on the table is quite sumptuous. Shrimp, crab, roe, and fish are rarely eaten on Xinjiang dining tables. My grandparents cooked a table full of dishes. I just feel that Fenghua cuisine is as expected, and is similar to Xinjiang cuisine. The difference is quite big. Xinjiang cuisine is chunky and rough, and the soup is rich in flavor. There are few recipes for clear soup. Although Fenghua cuisine is not light, it is quite salty, but the soup is still mostly clear, but it is a bit simple. I was so salty that I drank two bottles of yogurt.

Went to the park for a walk in the evening. It was completely dark on a summer night, and only the steamy wind from the lake would pass through the hair and sweat-damp clothes, providing an elusive and slightly diffuse coolness. There are quite a lot of people in the park. I always feel that in the summer in the south, there are very few people going out under the scorching sun during the day. Only at night can you see so many people in the park, running around freely and relaxedly. In fact, it was only about seven or eight o'clock this time. If we were in Urumqi, the summer sunset had not yet hung up, and it was still as bright as day. But in Fenghua, it seems that all the work and busyness of the day have ended, and you can enjoy your own leisure time freely.

This feeling should be familiar to me, but in fact it is. I remember when I was in elementary school, I would run around in the yard every summer evening. After finishing my schoolwork, I would gather at the stone table to play a game of Three Kingdoms, or skateboarding, roller skating, or just simply hanging out with my friends. Together, grandma was sitting and chatting in the yard, and grandpa might play mahjong at a table with others. All in all, it was leisurely. I took out a few cents of banknotes from my pocket and handed them to the small shop opened by the residents on the first floor of the yard. He shouted out the window what spicy strips he wanted to eat. But that time has passed after all, and it has long been forgotten even if I tried to describe it. Only at this moment can I recall the fragmentary details, but it is inevitable that I am a little heartbroken. Most of the friends I played with when I was young have separated. Their appearance remains in my mind. The only thing that stays in my mind is the smiling face from my childhood. We have never met each other since then, and we can’t even remember our names. The building in the courtyard has been repainted and renovated again and again, changing its old appearance. The canteen is gone, the smooth roads are gone, and even the warm sunset in the sky is gone. The children have probably grown up and moved away from this small family compound. When I go back during the New Year, I can only see lonely and desolate dead trees. I am also a little confused.

It seemed like they talked about a lot of irrelevant topics. But the leisurely night in Fenghua brought me back unconsciously. Can people here also enjoy such a quiet and leisurely night, and have their own memories? Then I couldn't help but be extremely envious. Previously, it was only through Yuan Chen's narration that I felt that this was a world that had not been so transformed by the increasingly busy urban civilization, and that it still had an inner reluctance to be forcibly assimilated by the outside world, but through my own Feel it with your eyes and feet, and it feels very different.

We walked in the evening breeze, heard the chirping of insects in the summer night, and smiled all over our faces.

The trip to Fenghua really started on the morning of the second day. Early in the morning, I checked in for the long-coveted Ah Guo Shengjian. The only breakfast at home was fried dumplings from other places. Later, the Shengjian I ate had different appearances. I really don’t know what the definition of Shengjian is. Are fried buns considered fried? (This is just a random guess from an outsider, no offense to Shengjian)

Yuan Chen said that the serious set meal should be seaweed soup with pan-fried buns, but we still tried the small wontons with thin egg strands floating on them. It's just that the taste is not as amazing as expected. Pan-fried buns are still steamed buns after all. No matter how famous they are, they probably can't break away from the stereotype of steamed buns. They are indeed just steamed buns. The skin of the freshly baked buns is very crispy, and it is more refreshing when dipped in vinegar sauce. The wonton soup was a little bland and not very tasty.

After checking in and having breakfast, we arrived at Xikou. Xikou is a local tourist attraction in Fenghua. It is famous as the hometown of Chiang Kai-shek. This name seems a bit embarrassing nowadays. I only know the history of the Republic of China from textbooks, and I don’t know much about it. I should pay tribute to the history. celebrity.

When we arrived at Zhang Xueliang's first place of confinement on Xikou Mountain, we all couldn't help but sigh. If a person suffered humiliation, his place of confinement would be used as a scenic spot for people to admire in the future. I would be very reluctant to do it.

Next is Xuedou Temple. When I first heard this name, I thought it was quite beautiful. I can't describe the specific beauty. I just think this name is a little different from the names of ordinary mountains. It has a faint cold and clean meaning. It is very suitable to be used as a famous Buddhist mountain. However, I can’t help but wonder, Fenghua’s latitude is not very high, and the altitude of Xuedou Mountain is not very high. Will it snow in Xuedou Mountain? If it doesn’t go down there often, why is it named Xuedou Mountain?

Every time we go to a Buddhist temple, there will be some admiration and serious emotions. Although none of the four of us on this trip believe in religion, there is still a subconscious awe deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Even the words are somewhat restrained. Today is still cloudy and shrouded in The sky above the mountain temple was slightly cloudy, which was very friendly for traveling. When we climbed up the stairs to reach the foot of Maitreya Buddha, the clouds dispersed slightly, revealing a somewhat clear and bright scene. Standing in the middle of the stairs, you can take in the whole view. The temple scenery, I love the beauty of the axial symmetry of ancient Chinese architecture, I think it is wonderful for OCD. There are wind chimes at the foot of the Buddha. It sounds a bit noisy when you get closer. The crisp sound of the glass hitting is endless. When you go far away, it is wonderful again.

We don’t believe in Buddhism, so we didn’t climb up to touch the Buddha’s feet in the end. We only went to the lotus seat at the feet of the Buddha and marveled at the architecture and the scenery of the mountains.

After that, it was a hard climb up the mountain to have a look at the Miao Gao Terrace halfway up the mountain. This should be the place where Chiang Kai-shek usually spent his summer vacation. Miao Gao Terrace is located above Sanyin Lake. There is a quite open viewing platform. We were very surprised when we went there. We never thought that this was such a simple small house. Although it has age restrictions, it is indeed just an ordinary building. The two-story house was not worthy of the identity of its owner, so we climbed the very hard mountain steps. Chiang Kai-shek was carried up in a bamboo sedan chair. The person carrying the sedan chair must have been even more tired. To this day, at the foot of the mountain There were still people carrying red chairs up the mountain. When we came down, we saw them soliciting customers, but there were no people sitting on them. Just like the place in Miao Gao Terrace where they rented Republic of China military uniforms for photography, it was deserted and deserted, which gave me a rather out-of-time feeling. I feel that only the ignorant children would gather in front of the small building lively in military uniforms and take a group photo.

Because of my fear of heights, I only got a little closer to the observation deck to take a photo and then jumped away. When going down the mountain, you take the cable car, which stretches across the mountain. You can look down at the beautiful mountain scenery. People may yearn for high altitudes. When I was walking to Sanyintan Waterfall, I saw a metallic lizard on the road. Its upper body was bronze and its lower body was silver-blue, reflecting light. I personally think this little creature is much cuter than a beetle. But it would probably be very scary to climb into the room.

Sanyintan Waterfall is very beautiful, but I can’t say enough words of praise. I’m a little short of words when I write it here. It coolly brings some comfort to us contemporary female college students who are sweating from climbing mountains. We sit down We took another photo session by the bridge, leaving traces of our past.

Then came the small bungalow and Fenghao House, the former residence of Chiang Kai-shek in Wuling. I was exhausted after walking here. I felt exhausted the whole way. I just wanted to find a place to rest for a while. I didn’t leave too many deep thoughts or photos. When I returned to the business district, I drank a sip of milk tea every now and then, and I felt like I was alive again. I was really tired from climbing mountains and visiting scenic spots, so I gossiped about Chiang Kai-shek to adjust.

We had a cold drink at Mao’s house for dinner. There were already quite a lot of people when we arrived at five o’clock. There were cars lined up in front of the door and all the way down along the Shan River. There was a lot of excitement and excitement. I listened to my aunt talk about Mao’s house. One summer's sales of cold drinks can equate to a Lamborghini. Judging from the situation, it is probably close. It doesn't matter if it's really delicious. Maybe you just enjoy the summer experience where people gather together and talk loudly to share. The same is true for the night markets when I was a kid.

Fruit cups, crayfish in snow sauce, snails, river fish, braised bamboo shoots, and frogs. Personally, I think they are more enjoyable to eat with wine. We had a lively meal, but the spicy crayfish is the best. I like my mother to make it. The shrimp tails and crayfish heads had to be twisted. It looked like a mountain of corpses, but only a tiny bit was actually eaten in the mouth, which was not tasty enough. Normally spicy crayfish is too spicy, but my mother's is just right and one person can eat a whole pot.

After dinner, we walked along the Shan River again and wandered to Sanwei Bookstore and the square. On the left side of the bookstore are red books about loving the Party, and on the right side is Chiang Kai-shek's personal autobiography. The two looked at each other and lamented the rise and fall of history. The scenery along the river is beautiful, and the three teams dancing in the square are also beautiful. The people of Fenghua The night was happy.

On the morning of the 18th, I tasted the long-awaited special breakfast, fried dough sticks rolled in big pancakes and rice balls, accompanied by salty tofu nao that was different from Xinjiang. I remember hearing Yuan Chen talk about my surprise when I reviewed "The Tenth Year" after a meal, so I reviewed "The Tenth Year" again in Fenghua these days, and I couldn't help but sigh, Zheng Eryyds, I am willing to read this book The novel is treasured, but it does not meet the current needs, which leads to repeated failures in promoting Amway and missteps everywhere. Talking about breakfast, it tastes quite good. I used to feel that eating anything made with rice or glutinous rice in the morning was very heart-burning, especially the glutinous rice chicken at school, but the glutinous rice chicken is obviously not the same. It tastes very delicious, affordable and cost-effective. The flatbread rolls the fried dough sticks. The cake tasted very good, but the tofu curd still had that familiar beany smell, so I had to drink the sweet soy milk in the end. From this point of view, the breakfasts in different places are actually not very far apart, or what we eat now is already the product of urbanization exchanges. The weekend breakfast at home is also a meal of fried buns, fried dough sticks, tofu curd, and soy milk. Thousands of miles away in Zhejiang, it is still the same. Breakfast is the beginning of the day, and it is satisfying and full.

The main plan for this day is to go to Ningbo's Luo Meng Universal Park. I probably haven't systematically gone to amusement parks since elementary school. Although we are not too courageous, we just played a lot of indoor amusement facilities. But I still feel quite happy and satisfied. The only regret is that the time I went was right in the middle of the star season. There were idols like Xiaogui and Justin before and after Keke and I liked it. I have to say it was a pity. It was a pleasure to ride on the carousel, pirate ship, jumping machine, and small train.

Today we are leaving for home and went to eat beef jerky noodles early in the morning. People who hear beef jerky noodles for the first time will inevitably think that it is something similar to hot dry noodles or dried tofu skin, but it is actually sweet potato noodles with soup. It is also different from the usual vermicelli. It is flat like noodles. shape, with beef offal in the soup. The specific taste of beef jerky noodles is hard to describe. The soup is delicious and the beef tastes delicious. I drank more than half of the bowl in one go and shared it with Qin Bing. I thought it was quite delicious. Then I went to Ningbo to visit Nantang Old Street, which is also a commercial street. I tasted sweet-scented osmanthus sweet lotus root, Ningbo glutinous rice balls, Sixi baked bran, crab meat soup dumplings and other dishes. I also met a store selling childhood snacks. The memories of this small shop are very good, but the snacks that cost 50 cents a pack when I was a child are now prohibitively expensive here. When I was young, I thought they were quite delicious, but now I feel that the taste of MSG is really unpleasant. Only the memories are good. , it’s better to taste it personally. I wrote a few more postcards and sent them back to school to mark the trip and leave some souvenirs that can be kept as certificates.

As we embark on the journey back to school, we inevitably feel that the good memories of these past few days are a bit unreal. Once we return to school, we have to face countless studies and work again. How good it is to be a carefree and playful child. . With only some wishes that may not be achieved, I pray that I can work harder every day in the future, make life smoother, and be closer to my dream.

When I left, I only bought a bouquet of flowers with my friends to express our gratitude to my aunt and Yuan Chen for their warm hospitality in the past few days. I also hope that I will have the opportunity to invite everyone to visit Xinjiang in the future.

It's beautiful there.