Chongqing impression

Before I went to Chongqing, I only knew that Chongqing was a Binjiang city, enjoying the reputation of Mountain City and foggy city, famous for hot pot and beauty. Finally, I came to the field in person, but I saw the tall buildings built by the mountains, the two rivers were magnificent, the streets were full of traffic, and the plants were verdant and luxuriant, which made me feel unusual. Chongqing is full of tall buildings, and its modern atmosphere is comparable to that of Hong Kong. This is a city that asks for space from the mountains. The builders try their best to make full use of the limited space to build roads, houses and green. Most of the high-rise buildings in Suzhou are built in parks and new districts. However, Chongqing is not high without buildings. Looking for the storefront along the street of a building casually along the road, it seems that it should be the bottom floor, but in fact it is already the tenth floor of this building, which is an incredible fact. Looking out of the window from the 11th floor room of my hotel, many tall buildings on the opposite side could not see the roof. Wow! Find a playground in the air! On the red plastic track, someone is running, and someone is playing ball. It was unexpectedly opened up on the top of the four-storey building. Below is a home appliance supermarket. At the top of another building higher than this building, there is also a hanging garden! Half of the top of the building was covered with green trees, and half of the building was built with a swimming pool. When I looked over, there was a mermaid swimming gracefully in the pool! And this tall building with more than ten floors is located in the half waist of other surrounding high buildings, just like a child standing in the crowd. None of the roads in Chongqing is straight, and they always detour from high buildings with ups and downs. During the rush hour of work, the traffic on the road was extremely crowded. Our bus sometimes went uphill, sometimes downhill, turning around anytime and anywhere, and stopping. Sitting in the car, you don’t know anything about the east, west, north and south. Dizziness is the only feeling. In the face of this situation, I also thought about myself secretly. If I let me drive, even if I am always proud of the slope, even if I am always proud of being a wise old horse, if I don’t drive the automatic car, I guess I don’t dare to say that I can do it confidently. I can do it. Alas, I’m really afraid that I don’t know the goods, and I’m afraid that the goods are better than the goods. Chongqing drivers, all of them are awesome! Recommendations hereafter driving test, first Chongqing learn, out absolute all old master! Because of the slope road created by the mountain, bicycles are almost extinct here, and there is no need for slow lanes, thus creating a particularly developed public transportation system in the mountain city, and even creating a miracle of light rail passing through the house. Standing on Jie Fangbei pedestrian street, our aim is to see beautiful women. It is said that beauty is one of the three scenes in Chongqing. Seeing it with my own eyes today, it seems that this is really true. But among the people who came and went, there were all women who were white and tender, dressed up elegantly and appropriately, and the fashionable temperament never lost the pride of Shanghai people. Look at our lovely little baby’s nose. Look at the beautiful woman, her eyes are straight, she is carrying a DSLR, focusing and pressing the shutter everywhere, and she is still calling the beautiful woman in her mouth, it looks like the legendary second senior brother, so I almost drooped. Yingde hot pot is famous in Suzhou, but not in Chongqing. It is said that Chongqing people eat hot pot and the three lights policy is popular to eat all, drink all, and strip off. Gen said: If you want to truly understand the local customs and customs of a place, you must integrate into the local life. He used to taste hot pot, and that feeling was really cool. That night, we went to the hot pot city to have a meal, which seemed that the taste was just so, and it was not as high as the level of Sanguang. Therefore, hearsay is not enough to prove it. At night, we linger in the night scene of Chongqing. I like the bustling fashion atmosphere of Jie Fang monument, the magnanimous momentum of the intersection of Chaotianmen and two rivers, the ancient and exquisite stilted buildings built by Hongya Cave against mountains, and I only hate the short night. It seems that I accidentally fell in love with this elegant city. If I have time, I will go to stay quietly for a few days. 2012 nian 6 yue 3 ri Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. 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Sleepless at night, write a word, smoke and rain

In early winter, the sky was Translucent. Looking from a distance, the outline of the mountain was looming, just like covering under a curtain of cicada wings and gauze, which was false and true, just like standing in the boundless fairyland described by the painter. The sunshine at this time was pretty bright, but it couldn’t stop the coolness slowly gathering in the air. The coolness floating in the air spread out, as if there was a layer of smoky gray style everywhere, and there is a little smell of isolation from the world. Thickness of solitary cold, silent lonely, then 1.1 point from front, from step extension and forward spread, stretching to the distant horizon. Yesterday, the weather was fine. Although the sun’s light and shadow were very thin, there was a feeling of spring returning in an instant. Standing in the lonely cold wind, stretching out his arms and facing the sunshine, suddenly a wisp of warmth rose leisurely from the bottom of his heart to the whole body. And it seemed that winter was always stingy with the generosity of sunshine. Just one night later, this morning, I opened the window curtain, but I saw a strange scene of six flying flowers outside the dusk, leaning on the bed and getting drunk. At this time, the snow was still falling, and it had been a whole day. In the downfall of the night, the moonlight was deep and clear. He pushed open the window to enjoy the snow scene, just like moving away from a fairy dust of Taixu. The Dreamland was blurred and the ice crystal was like jade. Snow, light snow, continued to fly, spinning, half shy, fell to the ground gently all the way, like a fairy near fan, wearing white clothes, graceful and plain. Yingying Snow White, with the cold and dark fragrance on the ground, elaborately carved a kingdom of fairy tales under the lonely night, stopped and stopped, softly, and gently tapped the silent window torreya. Winter has really come! Stretch out your hand, and pieces of delicate snowflakes fall down from your palm, turning into drops of water in a flash. They are dense and open, like polished ink, copying plain white beauty for the silent world. In the distance, a scene of secluded curtain lengthened the clear and broad night, and pulled away the thoughts that could not be put in the deep heart. Outside the window, the numerous trees have no flowers, the eyes are lightly swept, the branches are withered, the ground is lonely and lonely. I love you, never love others, never, this is true, Roy, never. The sentence Mala said in “broken blue bridge” suddenly appeared in the shallow memory. In the quiet night, the scattered imagination was like a cocoon, and the threads twined my thoughts again, stretching out to the distant place. When keeping the promise of love, he could only look at each other for life and death, when Roy leaned on the handrail of Waterloo Bridge and recalled Mara who had gone with the wind, he knew that everything was over, but my love always exists for Mara of heaven. The stirring love almost always stops its final beauty with the sad ending of flowers in the mirror and moon, and then leaves a long sigh to the world. Love is so beautiful, sometimes, but it can’t stand the trick of fate. I always like classical literature, and often compare myself to an elegant woman who collects the wind in the words, or hold a poem scroll in hand, wet the lapel with tears, wandering in the sadness that autumn is tight and fallen flowers have become the soul; or slightly hold the slender, send a message, send a letter of love, and share a kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. I have been indulged in the lingering beauty of ancient poetry for a long time, just like walking in the reincarnation of fate, always thinking of some profound thoughts in the old age, beauty, but there is pain of bone erosion. But for me, this kind of heart knot of single romance seems to be a lingering temptation. The mind is rich, but the words can’t get rid of the pale feeling. There seems to be a lot of styles when writing down, but I don’t know where the pen is falling in the meditation, so that my heart is clear, but I can’t find the direction of conversion, so I feel confused. Walking in the world of mortals with poetic thoughts and counting the past of flowing water at your fingertips, you are like a lonely life on a one-way street. A person, a lamp, is used to loneliness and the mottled and fragmentary memories in the time. Snow is still falling, slowly becoming a fairy tale in words. 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