Youthful little thing

The little thing of youth

A relaxing weekend. I chose to go green and feel another style.

It was the weather of the smoke and rain, the clothes were wet in the air, and the eyebrows were also wet in the unconscious.

In fact, there is Jiang Xinyu, which everyone is familiar with.

The rumor declined the tour bus driver and strolled on the cobblestone paved road. Although not very early, the fresh breath still surrounds the tip of the nose. The willows on the riverside are bent, like a courteous gentleman. After the spring rain, the dewdrops stroked his "white and pink" skin, moistened every inch of dirt under his feet, and cared for him in every possible way.

Fortunately, I have been able to marry beautiful birds and animals. Spring twins in pairs are playing here, building nests and breeding. The red squid in the spring is holding a big belly and proudly showing off the pride of being a mother.

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Ended the exciting amusement park project. Our group of people became energetic. The two towers are one of the places we visit and we can't miss it.

Stepping on the stone steps of different sizes, the West Tower keeps zooming in my pupil until the giant likes stands in front of him. The West Tower was built in the Northern Song Dynasty and was refurbished during the Qianlong period. It is now a key cultural relic of the city. It has six sides and is up to 32 meters long. It is called the lighthouse together with the East Tower, and plays a big role in determining the geographical position of the voyage.

Continue to follow our footsteps and you can see a loft similar to the inn, known as Haoran Building. Behind it, it is Wen Tianxiang.

Perhaps the poem "Zero Crossing" makes me remember the talent of the literary and civil servant. After crossing the slightly higher threshold, it is natural to smell a book of incense, wrapped in a touch of sorrow, it is like my conversation with Mr. Wen Xinguo. His embarrassment is not big, but it is very clean. I think the people here are hardworking. Along the corridor, portraits, text introductions, sculptures, imitations of "antiques" and the "Zero Crossing" were captured by my keen eyes, and immediately gave Wen Tianxiang a new tribute and sigh.

Jiuqu Bridge, British Consulate, Jiangxin Temple, or fishing people, enviable couples, these are buried in my memory.

Youth can be used to squander, it can be like a blank piece of white paper. But I choose to travel, travel in youth, and be youthful in travel.