We set off at 7: 30, first went to a place to have breakfast, and then went to see Aunt Tian's family of three. My father drives a dark green van, and the driver can only take eight or nine people, so we need a car. The Duoyi family took a more advanced car.
After Yi Tian, we had to pick up Chen Yi, and we made a big detour to get to Chen Yi's home. Aunt Chen has come down, and now there are 9 people in the car, and the back row is a little crowded. We rushed to the toll booth of Shenfu Expressway as soon as possible to wait for her car.
Twenty minutes later, 10: 15 got on the expressway. After the "Dongling" station, I suddenly found that Duoyi's car was gone. We called at once, and they said to get off the expressway at Dongling station. We told him to get on the expressway again and go forward. We waited for them for 20 minutes, but there was no sign of their car, so we decided to move on without them!
After more than 4 hours, we finally arrived at our destination-Xingcheng! We asked an enthusiastic uncle to know that there were still more than ten miles from the beach, so we stepped on the gas pedal. Through road signs and buses leading to the beach, we successfully found the beach!
We first found a "Bayi" hotel to stay and went to a restaurant for dinner. After dinner, children play mahjong, adults have a rest, and some go to buy seafood.
It's 16 o'clock. We went swimming at the beach. We changed our swimsuits, slippers and bath towels and got on the bus. I just learned to swim this summer, so I've had enough this time!
After swimming, my brother and I rode a "bicycle boat", that is, two bicycles without wheels were fixed together. When I step on it, I will turn the motor so that I can move forward. If I want to go straight, I have to pedal together, and whoever wants to turn will pedal backwards.
At first, I was a little scared, afraid of sharks, big jellyfish, big waves and so on, but it was quite safe, so I was not afraid! Just then, my brother found a jellyfish the size of a basketball. God, it's only 100 meters from the coastline. It's not good to sting people! My brother said he would pay with a car. I was a little scared and said to let my brother pay.
Jellyfish are drifting between two gas plates on my brother's side. My brother paid first with the iron plate under the rudder, and then with the motor. No, this time, it floated to my side again. I also paid like my brother, I paid! I saw it, too. It has a light yellow circular pattern in the middle and eight long patterns like petals around it. The jellyfish drifted in the direction of two people, only 50 meters! We'll tell them to get out of the way at once. After several attacks, the jellyfish has been broken, and we have held the beach!
They went to play all night in the evening, and I didn't care. I went back to my room with my father, and what happened after that was not clear.
At 7 o'clock the next day, we set foot on the road to Fushun. ...
It was a cloudy morning when I first entered the ancient city. I stayed at the seaside for two days and got on the bus early, as if I hadn't woken up yet. Through the hustle and bustle of modern buildings, into the hinterland of the city, into this besieged ancient city, I seem to be approaching the ancient Troy, and everything is like a dream.
At that moment, my heart was lost. Confusion is not sorrow, and sorrow is not sorrow. Many times, real happiness and tranquility are lost. When I was carrying a bag, like a real traveler, I walked through the streets of a foreign land, passed the stalls selling nectarines and asked about the direction of the ancient city. I don't regret the cloudy sky at all Because I know that in the past 600 years, the ancient city has seen too many mornings, dimness and sunshine, and I have also seen wanderers like me in Otawa.
The ancient city was founded in the fifth year of Xuande in Ming Dynasty (1430), formerly known as "Ningyuan Acropolis", and it is the most complete preserved ancient city in Ming Dynasty in China. 1626, Yuan Chonghuan and Nurhachi fought here, and the Ming army won, which is known as "Ningyuan Victory" in history. Four hundred years have passed, and today's towers have become very desolate. The breeze blows the golden dragon flag, as if they missed the battle between the sun and the moon. Behind the pile of blue bricks are soldiers and generals played by several modern people, whose expressions are callous and look like clay figurines. This job is very strange. You can make money just by one stop. It's just that they can't appreciate the taste of Tiema Glacier 400 years ago, where cymbals flew everywhere and the night account was priceless.
Through the dark doorway, I entered the ancient city of Ningyuan, which was contested by Yi and Han. Walking on the old slate street, the square and rigorous pattern is still vaguely there, but too many modern businesses spoil the scenery, which makes people feel embarrassed. In fact, the real ancient city of Ningyuan is not very big. Why not keep it, build it into the style of the late Ming Dynasty, and then let actors play all kinds of people at that time, drive cars and sell pulp, and come and go leisurely, leaving a concrete and tiny model for history, instead of opening some nondescript clothing stores and silly banks along the street? These glittering buildings are really like a brand-new dog skin plaster stuck on the face of centenarians, which makes people turn off their appetite, and the ignorance of city managers is clear at a glance.
There are many tall archways in the city, including the famous Zushi Square, which was built by Chongzhen for the Zu Dashou brothers. Zu Dashou, Mao, and others are all subordinates of Yuan. Yuan Chengzhi mentioned in Jin Yong's novel "Sword stained with royal blood" is the son of Yuan Chonghuan, who appears in the Jianghu as a hero. Of course, this is a fiction of the author. Standing under these mottled brand buildings, I remembered the scene when Yuan Chonghuan invited himself to be stationed in Liaodong to resist foreign invasion, guarding it by himself and preventing the rising star from going south. Unfortunately, the eunuch was in trouble, and the court was groggy and defeated. This is really a strange unfair phenomenon in the food market. "Biography of Yuan Chonghuan in Ming Dynasty147" contains: "Brothers and wives travel three thousand miles, and there are no children at home, and there is nothing left at home, and the world is wronged." Thinking of the image of Yuan Chonghuan I saw at Xingcheng Railway Station, I drew my sword and looked around, but I didn't know how annoying it was, so I stayed. Looking back 400 years later, similar examples abound, from Lin Zexu to Peng. It is simply not history that a generation of bad emperors didn't kill a few loyal ministers. Thinking of this, I feel the horror of politics and the humbleness of human nature. If you can't get out of this life, you will become a singer. Even if it is mediocre, writing a few essays that are about to rot is better than a pool of blood and two lines of tears in history books.
I don't want heavy history. I came to the ancient city not to mourn, but to find peace of mind and feel the taste of the most mysterious and noble time between heaven and earth. So I avoided all the grandeur and the shore and turned into an ordinary alley to find the peace I wanted. On the way to the Confucius Temple, in a secluded alley, under the red wall, two old people who went to pay homage to Confucius, wearing red hats, were talking and laughing, feasting, and being alone in the back was so warm; Under a remote ancient city wall, a shoemaker was busy alone, and an old man sat next to him, holding his chin in his hands, thoughtfully; Several old people get together, play erhu and sanxian, as if they were in Taoyuan. This is my favorite street style. I stopped in a hurry and sat in a corner, listening attentively. The sun suddenly appeared, as if the door of heaven had opened, whose hand brushed a bright yellow from the clouds, which covered the vicissitudes of history and restored the original face of the world. The bright lights are full of ancient blue bricks. In the sound of silk and bamboo, my back is against the wall and my heart is in the clouds. Just like the photo taken by San Mao in the alley of Hong Kong, I completely forgot what happened before and after my death. Yuan Lefan said, the past is like yesterday, and the future is like today. I don't even ask for the future, just let time flow away like water without a trace.
Time stayed at noon on May 5, 2007, a time that even forgot the time.
Bask in the sun, listen to the erhu and think about those irrelevant things. All tranquility is pure, and all the past is empty. What could be better than such a moment? Is this the Lost City Machu Picchu written by San Mao? When I was lost in this ancient city, when I was most absent-minded, I saw the figure with long braids, and his soul came to save me and danced with me in the clouds.
Several mountains and rivers flow through the ages, who can say that there is a breeze and a bright moon?
I feel silly when I think of this pair of couplets I just saw in Chenghuang Temple. Sunlight flooded my forehead, and time changed a little inadvertently. The return train ticket in my pocket is urging me to go back where I should go. Yes, who can say that? This life is actually just a wisp of water going east. I've been there, I've been there, that's all.