When I woke up early in the morning, the sky was actually overcast, and it even gave the impression that the road surface was wet. A little panicked.
I would never have imagined that my originally planned trip to the North Sea would not receive God's love and mercy. Reluctant to give up, we stubbornly chose to set off.
The gloomy clouds will indeed affect the mood and dampen expectations. However, fortunately, my friend Xiaoxin is here.
I bought two buckets of mashed potato salad and walked to the subway station while sighing at the exquisiteness of that small shop. I changed to the tram at Dongsi. The scenery along the way is very unfamiliar, but it gradually pulls my love for this city.
I walked in through the side door, knowing that the scenery of the North Sea was behind me. This was just a prelude, but I was still shocked for a moment by the jade wine jar placed by Kublai Khan.
I took a few scattered photos. I have always been somewhat resistant to photography-based travel, because people tend to only care about the angles and images of the photos, but forget the true meaning of travel. It seems that without the camera, there will be no traces, which is a bit of a waste of time. Real memories are engraved in the heart, and have nothing to do with physical effects. However, gradually I was no longer qualified to keep even this little bit of independence, because I had to show the photo to someone and tell her the trajectory of my growth when she was no longer with me.
The rain comes and goes. When we saw the boat rental pavilion, we completely ignored the rain and looked forward to the boat that belonged to us with joy. Fortunately there was no queue, although there were really many people in the garden.
A four-person pedal boat can seat two people and is a bit empty. I also secretly fantasized about who would best sit in the empty seat opposite, but that was too far away.
As soon as we set sail, it started to rain heavily. The wind also took advantage of the situation and became aggressive. Our ship is doing better than spinning in circles. Fighting against the wind and rain on the rough lake is an unprecedented experience. The raindrops hit my sleeves coldly, and my legs from pedaling were exhausted. I said, it turns out that the happiness of rafting in the rain is so difficult to come by!
We are tired and we can’t stop; we are hungry and we decide to eat.
Excitedly took out two small buckets of mashed potato salad and let the boat float freely. I playfully took photos of the meal. From time to time, I was hit by a passing boat, just like a bumper boat. Usually at this time, people approaching the boat, young and old, would smile kindly. I am very happy and can see the happiness of strangers.
The rain has stopped again. Suddenly I felt something was missing, so I turned on my phone and hummed together "duele el amor》. Music is always the most emotional thing, and the mood suddenly became different, and both of them became excited. Xiaoxin said that she is happiest when she sings, and I can really see it.
After retreating from the ship, the next stop is naturally the White Tower. To reach it, one has to walk up a very steep flight of stairs. The same is true, there must be a period of difficulty before true happiness comes.
After noon, the sky is getting clearer and brighter. It feels like a sudden enlightenment and gradually entering a better state. Wander freely along the lake, laugh at the childish pursuit of passers-by, and stop by to watch the folk band playing the ruan flute, sheng and xiao leisurely.
Beihai is a magical place, different from other parks. The same green trees and flowers, the same pavilions and pavilions, the same ancient buildings and historical relics. However, the difference is that it brings together too many elements at the same time, from the Tantric temple to the Kowloon cornices, from the rugged rockery to the Baita Lake, from the antique boat to the imitation restaurant, from the willows to the red flowers. I can only use one word to describe my feelings - a unique cave. Even if it is a descending stone step, it must be paved in a free and unique way. It seems that when the road to a scenic spot reaches the end, there must be another kind of admiration waiting for it behind.
Although tired, I still couldn’t resist the temptation of delicious food. After leaving Beihai, I found Xiaoche Dessert in a small alley that could not accommodate two people. This small shop, which became famous through Douban, is the masterpiece of owner Xiao Che and photographer Da Mao. Specializing in Cantonese-style desserts. The store is small. The white walls are covered with the owner's own graffiti, photos and messages from customers. There is also a simple bookcase with books lazily leaning against it, looking clean.
Because there is no comparison with the food, I don’t know if it really has Guangzhou flavor. The boss, Xiaoche, is gentle and polite, and often has a cute baby-like smile. When there are more people, you can still feel her child's anxiety. When I was checking out, I looked at the color of my student ID card and suddenly knew that I said "foreign economic and w88". I couldn't help but have a simple chat with her, mainly compliments, and she kept saying thank you politely.
It’s already afternoon when I come back4Over o’clock, had a good sleep,7I lit it up and felt dizzy. I couldn't help but review the day of travel again, and the corners of my mouth inadvertently raised slightly.
