Preface: I wrote travel notes for the first time. I didn't know what to write. I just wanted to record it, and I could still remember it when I turned it out in my spare time later.

Old Beijing's fried dough sticks and soy milk are still echoing in my stomach, and Nanjing's crab yellow dumplings are placed in front of me. It turns out that the distance between Beijing and Nanjing is only the distance between breakfast and lunch.

1. Search Jinling City

More than ten years ago, I visited Nanjing twice alone. In a hurry, I came and left. I had no time to carefully experience this ancient city with a profound and heavy historical heritage. It is a pity. Ten years later, when I came back with my family, I didn't panic or rush, and I also had a lot of time to slowly listen to the story of Jinling City and taste the delicious food of Nanjing City.

Walking along the roots of the ancient city walls is like walking in the ancient Jinling. There are cries of cries next to the blue bricks and green tiles, and the lingering rap songs in the dimly lit lights tell the story of the ancient prosperity. Strolling to Jiming Temple, the head of the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, the main hall was filled with incense and the ancient bells were solemn and long. All living beings under the gods knelt down and finally realized the cause and effect. Turning around again, I saw the summer scenery of the Royal Xuanwu Lake at that time, the garden was full of flowers and birds chirped and fragrant flowers.

Walking into the door of the Presidential Palace, it seemed that the gunshots of the Revolution of 1911 had just sounded. The shouts of "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard" were still shaking. The yellowed picture on the wall was filled with tens of thousands of national tragedies, advancing one after another, impassioned.

Xinjiekou under the lights is becoming more and more high-end and high-end, and the crowded Pioneer Bookstore is even more simple and fashionable. Only Lao Mendong is quietly hiding aside, fighting for it, as if saying,"Whether you come or not, I am here."

2. Sleep in the Qinhuai River

Squeeze out of the Confucius Temple with the noisy gongs and drums, and go straight to the bank of the Qinhuai River, where you are longing for it.

The Qinhuai River is full of the history of Jinling, and many things in ancient and modern times are filled in the flowing water. The moving river slowly flowed away, bringing Wan Yue into Wuyi Lane, sending melancholy to Wang Xietang, nourishing the Qin and Han Dynasties, and permeating the Song and Tang Dynasties.

When you come to the Qinhuai River, you must take a boat to experience the charm of the ten-mile Qinhuai River. It's amazing. Unfortunately, even in the poetic illusion of small bridges and flowing rivers, sleepy still quietly came. In the haze, it seemed that someone was half-hugging the pipa and singing softly. In a trance, he saw Old Mr. Du Mu's hair was furious and writing quickly,"Smoke cages are cold, water and moon cages are trapped in sand, and stay near Qinhuai Restaurant at night." The merchant girl didn't know the hatred of the country, but she still sang the song of flowers in the back court across the river, and then angrily abandoned her pen and left. It seems to be sleeping but not sleeping, and it is no longer possible to tell Liu Ru or Li Xiangjun. Who jumps into the lake water, and who is determined to stain the peach blossom fan with blood?

The boat passed under the Rosefinch Bridge and docked at Zhonghua Gate. The boatman called me to land. Actually, Zhonghua Gate is not on my itinerary, but I really came to the right place. The real Wengcheng, the countless caves of Tibetan soldiers, the legendary cornucopia, the scheming Zhu Yuanzhang, and the rich Shen Wansan, each step by step, made me unable to move my legs.

He was originally a grassland man outside the Great Wall, but he traveled all over the Yangtze River and met in a foreign country.

The pools of water, mountains and forests are full of paintings, and the most beautiful scenery of Qinhuai is the best.

3. First arrival in Guangling Prefecture

Since I learned to recite the poem "My old friend leaves the Yellow Crane Tower in the West, and the fireworks fall in Yangzhou in March", I began to yearn for Yangzhou. More than 20 years have passed in a flash. In my imagination, Yangzhou is a beautiful picture, like a beautiful girl and a jade from a small family. Now I finally came as I wished, hahaha. So there must be hope, in case it comes true.

After getting off the bus, it was nearly dusk. I hurriedly chose a hotel to check in, and then found a small restaurant called Small Vegetable Market. The diners in front of the door had already lined up in a long line, and they were all muttering. I ordered dried boiled shredded rice, Yangzhou fried rice...(forget the rest), and wanted to have a glass of wine, but I had no choice but to accompany you. After eating in a hurry, about thirty to fifty steps out of the house, we arrived at the Ancient Canal (Yangzhou Section of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal). The bank was crowded with tourists and was extremely lively. The river was shrouded in night, and the direction of flow could not be seen clearly. There were brightly lit cruise ships in twos and threes. I wonder if it was Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty who came to see Qionghua in March, or Emperor Qianlong who went to Jiangnan five times? Guangling has been named Yangzhou, and the canal has been diverted. Does Yang Guang know? Cruise boats are no longer the home of emperors. Ordinary people can take advantage of them. How can we know the prosperity? Walking west past the Dongmen ruins, only a pile of stone fragments remained in the high-walled city at that time, and only patches of weeds and moss were left behind in the former flowery brocade, leaving endless sighs and sighs.

Passing through the Dongguan Gate Tower, you will find the Dongguan Old Street bustling with traffic, and the sound of shouting and bargaining can be heard endlessly. It feels like déjà vu, like the ancient alleys of Pingyao and the wide and narrow alleys of Chengdu. The dazzling array of goods on both sides of the street made my eyes hurt, but it just satisfied the curiosity of my ten-year-old daughter. I couldn't catch up with her. If I wasn't careful, I wouldn't know which shop I ran into, and then I had a hairpin and a fan in my hand. She had always wanted to buy a Hanfu, but she was very picky and couldn't find one that she liked. Seeing that she was almost at the end of the street, she was so anxious that tears fell. Finally, she burst into tears like a great grievance, which aroused many passers-by who did not know why to talk. It made me really worried. So he advised her to lower some requirements, so she reluctantly took a fancy to one, couldn't wait to put it on, and her face gradually turned cloudy and sunny.

4. Meeting Slender West Lake

I have had the honor to visit the West Lake in Hangzhou. It is indeed beautiful. Coupled with the beautiful myths and legends, it is even more beautiful. I only feel that "this scene should only exist in the sky, and I can see it several times in the world." With a beautiful impression of Hangzhou's West Lake, I am really curious, what is the beauty of this Slender West Lake?

In the drizzle, we arrived at Slender West Lake. Thin smoke rises on the lake. When viewed from a distance, it is hazy and misty. Tourists on the shore are holding colorful flower umbrellas, outlining a unique picture, as if Slender West Lake is strolling forward, graceful. Willows hanging upside down by the lake gently brush the water, making little waves. Lotus roots on the lake are surrounded by them. When they first emerge from the water, lotus leaves sway gently in the wind.

I am a northern Han, and I can't tell the difference between a lotus flower, a lotus flower or a hibiscus. Anyway, it's very beautiful. I don't know when there will be the image of "the lotus leaves connecting the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are very red." Maybe I came a little earlier. Right, but didn't the poem say that fireworks will be in Yangzhou in March?

Strolling around the lake and walking past Changti Spring Willows, accompanied by peach willows along the way, I came across several Qionghua peony trees. The five-petal Qionghua flowers have withered and scattered, and the colorful peony trees are competing for beauty. Climbing the Wuting Bridge and looking at the White Tower, it looks like Beihai Park in the Imperial Capital. When you look closely, you will find a bit more exquisite and elegant that is unique to Jiangnan.

Passing through Xuyuan, we arrived at Xiaojinshan, where we looked up and saw the bright moon. Looking back close to the tower, it was as if we had walked into the Honglou Grand View Garden. It was endless freshness and endless wonder. Walking, I arrived at the Twenty-Four Bridges. At first, I thought that there were really twenty-four bridges, so I counted and only saw one or two. Just when I was curious, my daughter told me the origin of the name of the Twenty-Four Bridge,"The green mountains are vaguely and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not yet withered at the end of autumn; on the bright night of the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can the jade people teach to play the flute?" Therefore, the bridge arch is 24 meters long and 2.4 meters wide, with 24 steps and 24 railings, and the number 24 is displayed everywhere, so it is named the Twenty-Four Bridge. I really didn't know until I came here. The nature of ignorance is fully demonstrated.

"The weeping poplar continues to pick up the remnants, and the geese 'teeth are drawing pictures on the red bridge. It is also a pot of gold, so it should be called Slender West Lake." Slender West Lake has finished checking in, and I look forward to having the opportunity to come again!

Coming out of Slender West Lake and heading straight to He Garden, known as the first garden in the late Qing Dynasty, is even more wonderful. But I am exhausted in words, so a thousand words are omitted here...

Don't want to read thousands of books, but want to travel thousands of miles,

He has no distinction between flat rhythm and rhymes, and he loves to use words and ink.

Although he has no culture and a little lofty,

Let's laugh at ourselves here, and let's be a coward to courage!