Impressions of Xi'an and beautiful essays

Sunset, ancient city wall, Xi'an.

This is a dream that lingers in my heart for a long time. When I opened my eyes one morning and saw the yellow leaves falling rustlingly outside the window, I suddenly felt the urge to walk into this dream. So, with one person, a backpack, and four hundred yuan, I hurriedly boarded the train to Xi'an that night when I made this decision. Today is October 31, 2007.

It was cloudy on November 1, 2007

I took a slow train last night and fell asleep all the way. When it was almost dawn, the scenery outside the window was very different from the plain scenery. . The cold mountains turn green and the autumn water flows. When the faint sunshine occasionally shines into a valley or a river that is about to freeze, the surrounding mountains and trees look even more gloomy and desolate. It is the coldest time of the day.

I have always imagined the appearance of the ancient city wall. In my impression, it seems that it is dilapidated and collapsed, hidden in the grass, and it takes a lot of effort to go to the outskirts of the city where there are few people to find it. The vicissitudes and detachment of "the green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times", or they stand quietly in the quiet desolation of "the sunset in the isolated village, the old trees with green smoke and jackdaws".

Unexpectedly, as soon as I left the train station at ten o'clock, I was faced with a tall and wide city wall. The thick dark green walls extended infinitely to both sides, and they were well preserved without any mottled marks. The sun was shining slantingly, and it was a bit dazzling - it was not the sunset, but the morning sun was not bad. Moreover, I heard that it had been raining in Xi'an for several days in a row, and it had just cleared up today. I couldn't help feeling ecstatic, and I moved towards the city wall with all my strength. Wave to the sun: Hey, Xi’an, I’m here!

Sunny on November 2, 2007

Today’s destination is the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, which is quite far from the city. However, there is a special tourist route at the bus station, which costs only seven yuan. You can take a direct minibus or minibus comfortably without worrying about crowding or getting on the wrong bus. Moreover, you will also pass by Lishan Mountain and Huaqing Palace along the way. The ancient scenery along the way will definitely not make you feel lonely during the journey.

The Terracotta Warriors and Horses are absolutely breathtaking, but the most touching thing is the car driving on the viaduct, looking at the criss-crossing lanes and row upon row of high-rise buildings, I suddenly had an illusion, as if I still stay in Zhengzhou and have never left. When I look up and see the ancient city wall lying between the viaducts and modern buildings, I feel like I am in Kaifeng. Everywhere is filled with ancient atmosphere, as if it has been forgotten by time. city. But now, I am in Xi'an, really, truly. This is Xi'an - fashionable but not sharp, graceful but not dull, it has the majesty of a king and the subtlety of a lady. It vividly interprets the organic combination of modernization and history, putting two completely different styles together without making people feel abrupt at all.

Cloudy on November 3, 2007

I have long coveted the carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions and waterside pavilions in the TV series "Furong Garden of the Tang Dynasty". I couldn't wait to take the bus at eight o'clock this morning. Go there by car, get off from the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, follow the North and South Squares, and then pass the Folklore Garden to the Tang Furong Garden. But when I asked about the ticket price, I was dumbfounded. Oh my God, one hundred and fourteen, which is enough to visit the Terracotta Warriors and Horses four or five times! I checked my pockets and found that I only had less than 100 left for the train ticket, so I reluctantly left and stood outside the door to take a photo. There were still water stains under my feet from the closing credits of the water curtain movie the night before. "I would like to be a winged bird in heaven, and a twig on earth." It seems that the love story between Tang Minghuang and Yang Guifei can only be imagined from the outside! But it’s okay, leaving some regrets may become the next dream.

Walking slowly along Furong East Road, it is the off-season for tourism and it is not a weekend. There are very few people on the street. On both sides of the street are gurgling water and delicately trimmed evergreen trees on the outer edge of the park. , the residential area exudes an elegant, quiet and simple atmosphere. Even the street lamps have an ancient flavor, with poems by famous people from all over the world engraved on all sides. Even walking can become a kind of enjoyment. "Leaning on a stick outside the firewood door, listening to the evening cicadas in the wind", Wang Wei's tranquility and tranquility in those days was probably nothing more than this. At noon, I wandered into a narrow alley full of small restaurants. In one of the shops, a group of old men were sitting around eating and chatting about home cooking. They walked in and asked for a bowl of the same sheep blood soak as they did. Listening to the warm and noisy Shaanxi dialect around me, I took a sip of the thick mutton soup. Well, it smells so good!

When I went to Xi'an, I originally wanted to see the sunset and the ancient city wall, but it wasn't until I got on the train back that I suddenly remembered that this dream had already left before it even came close, and I couldn't help laughing.

However, it doesn’t matter anymore. Maybe I can treat it as a dream forever. When I want to get close to it next time, I can still put on my backpack without hesitation, but where will the train go next time and who will be there? Would you know?