Get up early today. Go to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. They started breakfast at seven o'clock, but we were afraid of traffic jams on the road, so we wanted to eat earlier-actually, when we arrived, it was past six fifty, but they weren't ready! And we finished eating before anyone went in to eat. Haha, we three hard-working northern little bees made people panic in the morning.

Near eight o'clock, I drove to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. There was actually no traffic along the way! Few vehicles were moving, and we passed six or seven green lights in a row! Gee, the interval between two green lights in Nanjing is really too small. However, it makes people feel the difference between north and south more. Because in our place, this time is the peak of work! The road is jammed. Although I have never seen the school gate during rush hour, there are indeed teachers who are blocked hundreds of meters away from the school gate and sigh, so that some are late.

There were really few people when they came to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. Xiaole found an electronic screen and reported the number of people in the scenic area in real time. Guess how many people were in this time period? More than 3,100! You know, during peak hours, the maximum instantaneous traffic is 55,000! Don't be too happy!

As soon as the car stopped, a local car came up. We tried every means to ask us to follow him and park the car closest to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum for only a hundred yuan. He also calculated for us: parking here costs 12 yuan an hour; transportation within the scenic area costs 50 yuan per person. If you follow him, it would be too cost-effective to have so many talents for three.

We refused him amicably and firmly. I encounter much better things like this. This summer vacation at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, it was also a local who deceived us. Facts have proved that we cannot listen to this kind of greedy for small gains and big losses.

At the end of the episode, I bought a couplet ticket for 100 yuan per person, including the music stage, Linggu Temple, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, and Meiling Palace (I didn't go, I didn't have enough time.) Let's open the way.

Pick up the steps and walk straight towards Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. Along the way, the birds sang slowly, the air was clear and sweet, and my heart became even clearer. There was a small team passing by, and a noisy couple of children had been beating the bag of the little boy tour guide with a small stick. When I watched from the side, I was annoyed by the little tour guide. A middle-aged uncle, whose head was as messy as a chicken coop, saw me dragging Xiaole and playing selfies and said,"You are running so fast that I can't even grab a mirror if I want to." Haha, good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls are one in a million. This uncle is an interesting person.

Soon, we arrived at the entrance of the scenic area, and the building in front of us suddenly became solemn and solemn. The square is wide, with neat steps and straight trees. The big difference from when I came here more than ten years ago is that the sanitary conditions are much better.

Pay my respects to Mr. Sun Yat-sen.

In front of the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is lined with Pingchuan River, surrounded by green peaks, adjacent to Linggu Temple in the east, and adjacent to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum in the west. The entire building complex is built according to the mountain and gradually rises along the central axis from south to north. The main buildings include Bo 'ai Square, tomb path, tomb gate, stone steps, stele pavilions, sacrificial halls and tomb chambers, etc., arranged on a central axis, reflecting the style of traditional Chinese architecture. When viewed from the sky, it looks like a "freedom bell" lying flat on a green velvet carpet. It integrates the essence of ancient Chinese and Western architecture, solemn and simple, and unique. --This paragraph is quoted from Du Niang. Thanks.

I don't understand the history of the Republic of China very much and dare not comment casually. However, Mr. Wang's "The world is for the public" is moving every time I read it. There are special walking routes in the memorial hall, responsible staff, and it is clean and quiet. This makes me very satisfied. Because when I first came here more than ten years ago, it was a mess. Those staff members kept talking, and the inside was not clean. It kept me worried for a long time.

Then go to the music station. There was no one. An old man cleaning watched us stroll around and around. Then, when we walked to the place where pigeon food was sold, the little pigeons flew over one by one. He bought a bag for Xiaole and held it in his hand. Those little pigeons were completely fearless of people and dared to stand on his arm and snatch food. There are two more who have been fighting. It's so fun. A five-or-six-year-old child came over and looked at the pigeons in Xiaole's hand enviously, but Goe's grandfather refused to buy him pigeon food. I squeezed a little-I couldn't help it, a pack of pigeon food, which is half a handful of grain. The child was very happy: "Thank you, Aunt!" I just wanted to touch his little head, but I realized that it wouldn't work, so I retracted my hand.

Then walk back and forth to Linggu Temple.

There is no one on the mountain road, and I occasionally pass by a car in a scenic spot. Oh, I am so happy. Xiao Le and I stepped out of disregarding our relatives. Lao Wang said that our mother and I were insane. Who cares? It's so quiet and happy. Even if you don't go crazy, you will feel sorry for this path.

The Wuliang Hall of Linggu Temple is a place to commemorate the sacrifices of the soldiers and soldiers of the Chinese Revolutionary Army. The grandeur of this building is amazing. There are no roof beams, they are all made of bricks, forming the shape of a dome roof. Tall, solemn, firm and calm.

Then turn down and go to Linggu Temple to pay homage. The Buddha's crown bone relic of Master Xuanzang is displayed in the underground palace. Kneel piously.

To go to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum parking lot, I originally hoped to be able to take an internal transportation bus in the scenic area, but I couldn't. The handsome guy driving a bus in the scenic area took a lot of effort to explain it to us, and even used the metaphor of Xi'an and Nanjing to make me understand: in his car, I would have to walk 20 minutes to the parking lot; if I walked, it would take me 30 minutes to get to the parking lot. Ah, at that moment, I deeply doubted myself, was I still a Chinese teacher?

Still walking on an empty road. We counted out the cries of seven or eight birds, identified a plant called Camellia oleifera by "shape and color" and found its fruit. Xiaole dug a wild ivy tree and brought it back to the hotel. We saw a reservoir remaining in the Republic of China, saw an earthquake observation point, and saw a gurgling creek-I dropped a book bag and gave him "Zigzgan, a secluded South Mountain", and continued to walk out of the footsteps of strangers. The couple sang "The Song of Heroes". I drooled at the tall yew tree and wanted to get one to raise it. I saw many palm trees and saw their new tender leaves... How great! What's wrong with walking a few more steps! At this moment, this Lingqian Road belongs to our family! What a rare experience in this 5A-level scenic spot.

To pick up the car, I spent a parking fee of 57 yuan. Twelve yuan an hour, which means we stayed here for 4.75 hours! Alas, the scheduled time was greatly exceeded, which made the schedule tense later, so that I couldn't go to Meiling Palace. What's the matter? Just leave it for the next time.

Go to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum. The stone carvings on both sides of the Shinto are amazing. Especially the detailed decoration can better see the majesty of the imperial power. The fifty-six huge pillar foundations of the Xiangdian Hall remind people of the grandeur of the buildings back then. The most amazing thing is Fangcheng Minglou. The grandeur of the scale and the majestic architecture are beyond praise. I have to admire the wisdom and strength of the ancients. We Chinese people are really great.

What is worth mentioning is the Nanjing Plum Blossom Festival and Wintersweet Flower Festival. Unfortunately, we came a little early. The plum trees all over the mountains and fields were full of buds, and only a few branches had flowers blooming. However, there are pieces of yellow wintersweet in the cemetery. Just the aroma alone makes the trip worth it.

Xiao Le and Lao Wang played the game of touching hands along the way. Round around me, making an old grandfather following behind laugh at them. Uh, hold your forehead.

Pick up the car. Another strong aroma attracted us. It turns out that there is a huge osmanthus tree above his head, and it is a golden osmanthus! It smells so good! Xiaole lamented that the osmanthus tea he drank was so fragrant, but the flowers turned out to be even more fragrant. He tried to collect some but failed because osmanthus were too fine and there were too few branches to reach. More importantly, they were in public areas. However, the thief never left empty. I secretly broke a small branch and put it in the car. Satisfy your love for this kind of tree. There are only bonsai in the north.

Go to Nanjing Museum. The focus was on the treasure of the town courtyard-an underglaze red plum bottle. Looking at the introduction, it is said that it is the only complete plum bottle with a lid in the country. Moreover, this glaze is extremely difficult to fire, so it is precious. The negative layer is the reappearance of life in the Republic of China, which is quite interesting. I also looked at the electronics exhibition hall. After the two babies played a hand-controlled Mini games, Xiao Le couldn't help but play several games with him. Ah, who doesn't have a baby in their heart?

It is worth mentioning that as we walked down the long steps, we saw a young and emaciated mother pushing a stroller wandering around. That little Beibei is only four to five months old, and his mother can't move the stroller. I asked, are we going down with the baby? She said, yes, she couldn't see where her husband had gone. Lao Wang quickly stepped forward and carefully moved the car down. That little Beibei smiled sweetly at him, which made Lao Wang's ten-year-old glacier heart-hey, he looked like a kind father, making us feel that Lao Wang from Xiaole's childhood is back again. Haha, our family is a living Lei Feng.

Come out and find food. There is a buffet next door and it looks good. The big sign says, 84 yuan per person. I think I can eat it. However, Xiao Le firmly refused. Because on the way here, he found a shop selling chicken soup buns. Uh, okay. In front of our determined son, we surrender-as long as you like it, let alone save money.

Sure enough, the taste is even more delicious than what we ate last night. Xiao Le smiled proudly and said, Listen to me right?

I bought some osmanthus salted ducks by the way. Special products, you should try them.

Once again, I ran into a city gate-Zhongshanmen. Walking along the side path, the city gate was sealed and we could only see through the barbed wire fence. It's about six meters wide. It's really good to race. As soon as the lanterns were on, various patterns were painted on the city wall of Zhongshanmen. Classics and modernity blend at this moment. Thanks to history, we have something to think about; thanks to technology, we have made life better.

Driving back to the hotel, it was almost eight o'clock. After walking more than 30,000 steps, it was too sour and refreshing. When I went to Huashan, I walked more than 28,000 steps, which made me much more tiring than now. Climbing a mountain and walking on the ground feel so different. Get some sleep first and watch "Totoro".

When I opened my eyes at 9:30, the two of us were still on the news. After washing and studying to strengthen the country, I began to type these words.