Jianshui, an ancient city quietly located in a corner of south-central Yunnan, is quiet in the long river of time, and at the same time, it also spreads the romance of ancient times in every corner. Writer Yu Jian once sighed: "The only thing in China that carves the fence and jade is to build water." ”
The Red River flows around the city, and the water of the ancient well is cool
Stroll along the Shuanglong Bridge, feel the soul of the ancient city, the spring breeze is still slight, the warmth is not in full swing, the breeze thousands of years ago across time and space, blowing the heartbeat, in a trance, it seems to experience the more than years of this land.
A clear spring on the side of the road pulls the mind back, and the ancient spring fluctuates slightly under the night light. There are many such springs, and they are like a loving elder of this land, silently and generously giving, nourishing and nurturing the people of Jianshui.
The Temple of Literature is very popular, and the night market is prosperous
It is still far from the Confucian Temple, and you can see the bustling crowd at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, which makes people understand the interweaving of history and culture, the integration of ancient rhyme and romance, the thick history, and the boundless romance, and people love this land deeply.
At the beginning of the day, the lanterns and the stars reflect each other, wandering without purpose, as if time and space are intertwined, making people return to the era when carriages, horses, and mail were very slow, and the ancient buildings and traditional shops on the side of the street exude a strong historical atmosphere. The red lanterns swayed in the wind, draping the ancient city with a gentle red veil.
A hundred years of gold line, years of life
Between the ancient city and the Tuanshan dwellings, there is a century-old precipitation of the French pastoral oil painting wind station, I chased the end of the meter track, daisies, irises passed by, only the howling wind with the clouds of history poured into the chest, I saw the tragic departure of that glorious era. History is the carrier of culture, culture is the blood of history, traces of the rise and fall of history can be found in many places, and those sad and crooked railways will always remember the ups and downs here.
Seize the day and conquer thousands of miles. Every inch of land measured with your feet is a small blessing that belongs to you.
Source: Jianshui Cultural Tourism