Travel notes 1000-word composition tour sanglian Quanzhou

As soon as Kyle Poirot set foot on this port and came to the legendary East, the young Italian saw the following scenes with his blue eyes: goods from all over the world were distributed in this port, tea, silk, western jewelry, handicrafts from Southeast Asia, European utensils, African animal skins and exquisite commodities; Beautiful women of all races follow their ships in this port, colorful as bright stars in the sky; Gestures and languages from all over the world meet here, and all the religious beliefs and temples in the world meet here. Everything is so exciting. This is a magical place.

She has a beautiful name: Quanzhou.

Kaiyuan Temple

We flew from Beijing to Xiamen, and then took a bus from Xiamen to Quanzhou training base.

Xiamen Airlines only flies to Xiamen and Jinjiang, and then passes through Quanzhou from here. I heard that there is no airport in this famous city, and I couldn't help being slightly startled.

At the hotel, they unloaded their travel baggage, kicked off their dusty shoes and put on beautiful rootless sandals. The group couldn't wait to come to the nearby Kaiyuan Temple.

An 800-year-old banyan tree.

Mulberry trees before 1300.

Hall of Sakyamuni

Zhenguo and Renshou stand as beautiful as postcards. The feeling I saw with my own eyes, in addition to the unspeakable kindness, is also unspeakable satisfaction and gratification.

Calm down, take a leisurely walk around the temple, listen to cicadas and break the peace, and watch tourists flock to take pictures. In the temple, go in from the right, put your hands together, put your heart in a quiet place, close your eyes and concentrate. Then look up at those exquisite and elegant Millennium statues and come out from the left.

The fragrant smell permeates the whole temple, and it comes from every deepest heart fragrance.

Before leaving, I visited the ancient boat house in the temple and saw the boat models of that era, which was a bit sad.

audience

Quanzhou is a city with nothing at first sight and nothing at second sight. It is exciting to recall, and it is blushing to recall history again.

An ordinary southern city, with seven wolves (clothing/cigarettes) and Huiquan beer, once had an economic rise but wholesale fakes. It is also the place where Zhu gave lectures, Qi Jiguang fought against the Japanese pirates and nurtured Li Guangdi talents.

A once brilliant and prosperous seaport has gathered all religious beliefs and languages, creating a colorful commercial port, with people of all colors and beautiful women like clouds. A person can't exaggerate too much. You can completely ignore her past anomalies.

She is strange and tolerant. What do you think of her? She is what you think of her. You can regard her as a treasure, or you can not even look at her. Everyone may feel different in Quanzhou.

I remember a strange scene I saw on the street that night when I first arrived in Quanzhou: the gym was on the top floor of a six-story building, and a man was practicing on the treadmill facing the big glass window. Watching him run into the night under the bright light, his face was focused and blind, his body was shaking, and he looked up as if watching a strange movie. It seems that he will never stop and run there forever, but he can neither retreat nor advance. Reminds me of the man in Greek mythology who never gives up.

At that time, I was in charge of the training of this important client. Actually, it's like a vacation for me.

The layout of the city is really messy. Construction is under way everywhere, traffic jams are everywhere, and those idle houses seem to enter Italian buildings in isolation. On the street, motorcycles will suddenly catch your eye. Followed by Minnan dialect, two angry faces. Then the two sides scolded and went their separate ways. In the eyes of strangers, it is very interesting. They have a tacit understanding, but we can't help it. They use the same communication medium. Although they are arguing and scolding, they get information from each other. We don't even know what they're calling. Not the same language.

I leaned back on the bed and said Minnan dialect on TV. Xinjiang is clicking in the bathroom. The heart is far away, the heart is in my mind, and the mobile phone is ringing.

Rush out to buy a local newspaper. Feeling this strange, colorful, but homely city, the days are slowly passing by. Newsstands and bookstores can't be found anywhere along the way, the streets are hot and dirty, and the food stalls are secular and warm. Then I saw a small post office and rushed in.

Every night at eight o'clock, I will bring a dozen men, women and children from the client to the streets of Quanzhou on time. Of course, every time I have Xinjiang, she is the contact representative of the client, a girl who is two years younger than me.

We wandered around those roadside food stalls and clothing stalls. Brown meat, fried oysters, batter and orange cakes are all distinctive. When we girls chirp and pick out clothes, the boys gather together to talk to us and wait for us. Three girls took a fancy to the same style, a bargain and a surprise. I bought a small gray shirt with a rusty red tulip on my chest.

Looking back on all this, the distant holiday, the dimly lit south, the warmth and touch outside the feast. Youth meets the surprise of Quanzhou's strange clothes.

Tired of shopping, sipping milkshake through a straw in the bright and familiar McDonald's prison and looking at the endless night scene of the prosperous south China outside the window, there is an unreal feeling.

Jasmine skewers and Minnan tea sets

A healthy little girl with dark skin suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and her hands were covered with white jasmine.

Bought four strings. I hung a long string around my neck and a small string on my hand, and gave two small strings to Xinjiang and Tao. Jiang is my roommate and Tao is her colleague. No sooner had we separated from the big army than we went shopping alone.

It is made of real jasmine. White and fragrant. Contact with the skin, there is a cool and gentle. In the south, things really take for granted. In the north, every little jasmine flower is as expensive as a princess. You can only watch it from a distance, but you can't play with it. It's really cheap here: only one or two yuan per string.

The local kungfu tea is famous, and the tea set is also cheap, which is one of the distribution centers of tea sets in southern Fujian. So Tao was moved to take a set back. We accompanied him from house to house on a porcelain street. Finally, he accompanied him to pick a set of indigo and freehand reed style tea set, and he was very satisfied. Then he helped Tao push the price to a very happy place with the unique bargaining skill of sales. So he cleverly invited the two of us to have tea at his new home after returning to Beijing. This is a beautifully decorated single noble apartment.

After going out, Tao bought us two sets of twelve small cups of congou tea at the stall. Haha, I succeeded. (Actually, only 20 points each, but the quality is very good. )

Unconsciously came to Guandi Temple. There is also an ancient banyan tree outside the temple. There was a red light in front of the door, and the incense in the temple echoed in the breeze. Standing in the square in front of the temple, I watched the vendors stepping on tricycles, the fish ball soup and the noise around me, and the oily braised pork that I didn't dare to look at or even taste, ah ah.

Qingyuan Mountain and Hekou

In the middle, I skipped classes with them to climb Qingyuan Mountain. That morning, the mock exam was handed in at noon. I don't know who encouraged us to go out in the hot sun without even eating lunch.

I called a taxi, and the driver said, it's far away. I have to go out of town.

10 minutes later, it was said that the fare was only ten yuan. His concept of distance and his Minnan accent made me feel the distance from Beijing.

Master Hongyi's stupa. The stone statue of Laozi. There is a quiet valley in Quanming with excellent scenery, but mosquitoes are as big as broad beans (exaggerated? ), those MMS have been staring at the bag the size of an egg and won't return it for three days. Fortunately, I wore pants that day, and I was spared from becoming a mosquito's gluttonous meal. Hee hee.

I bought bread on the mountain, had a drink and went back. When I got to the classroom, the class had just started for ten minutes. My colleague was talking about the course and saw us sneak in through the back door. He gave me a look with an imperceptible knowing smile on his face.

I really want to see the estuary, which is a source. It is the abundance and softness that once gave birth to its peak, the softness and tenacity, and the full river. I have a totem worship for this. I heard it was far away, but I didn't go at last. Well, maybe next time.

CCTV's Tianya is performing a puppet show in Quanzhou at this time. So those tower buildings that fly like dreams appeared on the screen like strong intentions, and the yearning for that summer once again occupied some of my feelings.

Will Shawn Ku in Kaiyuan Temple still leave Bai Lianhua, my state of Sanghe?

(Attachment: Kaiyuan Temple was built during the reign of Wu Zetian. It used to be a big mulberry field for the rich. Legend has it that one day, the rich man dreamed that a monk wanted to build a Buddhist temple on this land, and it was inconvenient to refuse: there was a problem: the mulberry trees in the garden would not be willing to give alms until three days later. I didn't expect the mulberry tree to really leave Bai Lianhua, so the rich man had to dedicate the land to the temple and named it "Lotus Temple", which was later called "Mulberry".