This small town does not have a subway, so you can only go anywhere by walking.
Of course you can also take the bus.
But as I am accustomed to subway commuting in big cities, I am no longer used to the bumpy ride of public transportation.
When walking on the road, we often forget that this is the center of a prefecture-level city, because it is so similar to my hometown county.
Not long after walking, we arrived at Huanhu Park. We walked around the park. The big trees on both sides were lush and green, and the recent rainy weather made it look particularly cool.
Under the tree, old men in twos and threes passed by, looking at twos and threes twisting their waists and dancing in the square, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces.
The crisp bird sounds were particularly pleasant to the ears. I looked up to find where they came from, but I bumped into the pink roses that filled the sky.
The lake in the middle of the road is calm and clear,
There are not many tourists here, most of them are local residents walking and chatting here.
Because the lake is very wide, we have always been prepared to walk for an hour or two, walking around the lush bottom of its oldest forest.
It seems that the best experience will always come unexpectedly in the next moment.
After leaving the park, he walked in the opposite direction. I was a little surprised and shouted: "You went to the wrong place! How could it be there?"
He was a little stunned and felt that he should be right. Although he was right most of the time, sometimes his sense of direction was not as good as mine. I had to open the map to search for the route. Sure enough, what I said was right.
I planned the route and walked again, and saw the Green Sakura Theater Center not far away. He joked: "I saw a guide online that suggested going here to listen to the Green Sakura Theater. Who among young people would listen to this stuff?"
"Hey, it's not all about the Green Sakura play. There are other plays, such as parental love and Snow White!" I said, pointing to the sign in front of the drama center.
After walking for 1 kilometer, I finally saw a large shopping mall in this city. Perhaps the festival was coming soon, and many people were setting up stages to celebrate. Next to it are salesmen preparing their own products to sell during the peak traffic period.
"Want to watch a movie?" I asked with interest after seeing the promotional poster posted outside the mall.
"No, I haven't seen any good movies recently, let's move forward!" He shook his head, probably because he had seen too many movies before, and he felt that he was already immune to the good impressions of movies.
After walking for a while, we reached a location that looked like the city center. There was a long slope going down, and there were many small shops on both sides, which seemed to have opened up a new world.
The huge modern pedestrian street is surrounded by shops. Perhaps because it was still early, not many people were wandering around here.
"Is this a reverse rake poem? Doesn't it look a bit different?"
"No, it's definitely not here. Just look for it again."
I was dubious: "But the map clearly shows this is here?!"
Fortunately, he held an umbrella and left a small shade for me.
When he was hesitating, he turned a corner and saw the "Poetry of Back Rake" that he had been looking for.
What comes into view is a somewhat antique door, surrounded by a large number of red lanterns. There are two big lions standing next to it. The big lion is holding two little lions in its arms, which looks particularly maternal.
Walking inside, the ancient streets are now basically commercialized. The ancient streets everywhere have some similarities, but here too there are not many unique features.
"Hey, what is this white ring?" He looked at it curiously.
"This is used for lighting in live broadcasts now, don't you know?" I was a little surprised that he didn't know.
"Oops, it seems I was caught in the live broadcast."
"Huh? Really?"
We have always been low-key and introverted. Although live broadcasts are now popular, we have never participated in one. Thinking that we had just participated in it inadvertently, we were a little excited.
A large group of people were setting up a scene of making tea around the stove. The little girl was holding straw, and the grandfather was holding an old-fashioned wooden bench and thinking about where to put it. A young woman controlled the overall situation and guided everyone on how to arrange it.
"Look, dandelions!"
I followed the direction he pointed and looked up. Silver-white dandelion lights filled the sky in an inverted manner. I imagined how beautiful and free they would look when they flew.
There were old-fashioned pastries on the right. He only glanced at them and quickly pulled me away. It’s also understandable why today’s young people still like this kind of pastry.
I remembered that when I was a child, my father ate this kind of pastry and it was particularly delicious. He said to me meaningfully: "When we were young, wherever there were snacks to eat, whenever someone had a happy event, they would give this pastry to us. Your grandma would share it with us. How many times did we have it?" My brothers loved this bite so much at the time. It’s not like you are holding it in your mouth to death and don’t like to eat anything now.”
Thinking of my parents who are far away in my hometown, I feel a bit of sadness in my heart. I can't go home to see my parents who are getting older during the holidays. I travel with them for my own happiness.
The pleasant sound of wind chimes is sometimes louder and sometimes softer, playing beautiful music.
There are three green lotus trees growing on the jade plate in the small pond, which looks full of vitality.
Soon, we finished visiting this pedestrian street and came out of the exit: "Hey, is this the place we came from? It feels like it."
He wasn't sure, so he kept waiting.
It wasn't until I saw the entrance I entered before that I was sure: "Look at this hillside downhill, it's so typical! It's the entrance just now."
