Travel must be leisurely, three-day tours, five-day tours and the like if properly arranged, although not to rush, but will also invisibly put shackles in the heart, or so free, free and easy.

I don't know when I went to sleep last night, maybe I slept steadily, usually at home at eight o'clock, this will be less than six o'clock two people are very awake lying on the big bed with white sheets and white quilts, the woman is a little surprised: "So early?"

The man lit a cigarette and said in a deep voice: "I can't sleep anyway." ”

The woman slipped out of bed in disgust, escaped from the smell of smoke that was about to permeate her side, and walked around the bed neatly dressed.

Green smoke curled up, and the occasional exhaled air stream disturbed the rapidly rising column of smoke. Extinguishing the cigarette butt, the awakened master took the mineral water, swallowed a few sips, and began to dress and get out of bed.

The soles of the hiking shoes still feel a little hard, but they are quite comfortable on the feet, and the white shoes of the woman are carried in the hand, and they are bent vertically and horizontally a few times in their hands, which are soft, not to mention that she is not heavy, but it is okay.

......

After packing up, the woman in the sunhat dragged the man out.

"That's the bell tower over there, go check it out. ”

There are a lot of pedestrians on the road, probably mainly tourists. The sky was gray, and in the short distance, there were more and more cars on the road. After all, on National Day, the square at this time was already crowded. Xie Jun, who was expressionless, could barely distinguish a little disappointment through his sunglasses, but he still didn't forget to take a photo with his mobile phone.

As soon as you turn the stairs, you will come to the top, the whole is square, the flat blue brick floor, the antique three-story bird eaves, the dark green glazed tiles, the history in the memory should be like this. The Jingyun clock in the northwest corner, although it is a modern craft, but also contains the deep memories of the Chinese people for the long-term peace and tranquility, like brocade flowers. "Zhong Hao, Jingyun Ming, Caifeng, Lou Xiong, Chuankou Lock Jinao", leading Fengzhen Ao, majestic. The building inside and outside the building is more detailed, and the color printing relief words are ancient and modern. Then go up to the second floor, the renovated wooden fence, it is difficult to hide the long evolution, pacing around the corridor, as if you are an ancient literati and ink writer, your heart is still water.

From a distance, although the location is not high, the scenery of the old city is also full of modern and modern comfort. Echoing with the drum tower not far away, the "two brothers" have been silently guarding this important town in the west for thousands of years.

Xie Jun next to him looked back and forth as if he was novel, taking pictures from time to time, and just now he left the first group photo of the two by the hand of others next to the clock.

I've walked through it, I've seen it, there's no need to keep anything.

Xie Jun: "Do you want to go to the Drum Tower over there?"

Man: "If you don't go up, just take a panoramic view, today is mainly to go to Huaqing Palace, and in the afternoon is the ancient city wall." ”

Woman: "I remember there are terracotta warriors over there?"

The man was relieved: "It's okay, if you want to go, go and see." ”

In the crowd, I got into a taxi, came to the train station, and then transferred to 306, but I didn't have time to take the first bus, but I caught up with a large number of people waiting for the bus, and there were many cars, but I didn't feel crowded.

The sky cleared, Huaqing West Road, Huaqing East Road, and finally got off at Huaqing Pond on Qintang Avenue. The scenery outside the window along the way is mostly noisy and novel: it's just that the buildings on the side of the road are occasionally different from the impression. Sitting by the window, Xie Jun, who was curious, looked for the difference in every place in the dazzling scene in front of him, just like finding the difference in two nuanced pictures in a game of finding fault. The dishman's arm was suddenly dragged to meet her gaze, "Aren't they all the same?" and then the woman's scolding, "How can it be the same?"

Adhering to the idea of the unity of nature and man, and by the mountains and rivers, always try to make themselves in the mountains and rivers surrounded, in the midst of a thousand strange, if the natural beauty can be embraced to the fullest, how can a sentence of "perfect" can be said! Standing in front of her, stopping for a long time, is it vivid? But the graceful and lazy state of the noble concubine is extremely vivid, and she can't help but reverie such a beauty, how can the Tang Emperor not love it. Looking around, the overall repair of Huaqing Palace is quite good. Tourists of all kinds just want to feast their eyes, and after they have been addicted to their eyes, what about proving that they have been here?

Feishuang Palace, Guifei Pool, Emperor Tang Ming fell in love with his daughter-in-law, infatuation is strong, encouraging and contrasting, prosperous Tang style, beauty, once tilted, sighing the whole country! Ma Weipo changed, and the incense soul fell. No one can argue whether it is right or wrong, and there is no room for hatred and love, leaving only the life covenant and the eternal love story that the world celebrates.

In the Huaqing Palace, holding her hand, the palace group is scattered, and the Jiulong Lake is crystal clear. The clouds open and the fog disperses, the sun is high and clear, and the crowds that can be seen everywhere are sometimes standing, sometimes laughing, sometimes lying on the steps, sometimes shooting, some are walking around and watching the flowers, and some are gathering to enjoy the scenery.

Xie Jun suddenly became interested: "Shall we go to the hot springs?"

The dishman promised: "Well, let's go!"

After walking so much, soak your feet, and the fatigue disappears in an instant.

After roughly walking the trip, other items are meaningless to the celebrity, and it is enough to experience the feeling of things being wrong and remembering the poignant feelings of the past.

Sceremony: "How do you feel?"

Xie Jun: "It's far worse than Suzhou Gardens." ”

The scumbag was embarrassed: "Are you still going to the Terracotta Army?"

After hesitating, Xie Jun still decided: "Go, take a picture and come back!"

The sceasm was really crying and laughing and helpless about her typical "old grandson came here" mentality. Pit No. 1 and Pit No. 2 were squeezed around, leaving a few group photos, and then planned to go home.

The woman was messing around: "Husband, it's noon, I haven't eaten yet, I'm so hungry!"

Man: "Baby, go back, have you forgotten that we live near Muslim Street?"

The woman slapped her forehead and suddenly woke up: "How did I forget!"

A little more than a little back to the hotel, a little recuperation, and a nightmare culinary journey.

At noon, I am a dignified China and a big country, how can I be a weak race, and the flow of 300,000 people is just the tip of the iceberg. Occasionally, you can see patrolling vigilantes walking in pairs, and there are countless snack bars on both sides of the road.

It's good that it's not night, otherwise you wouldn't want to go in. The two dishmen followed the crowd and deliberately hugged her, for fear that they would not see anyone after a while. Going in and out of one store after another, listen to the woman's opinion: only buy a little or one at a time, you eat a bite and I will taste it, if you eat all at once, the long road behind is not very embarrassing?!

"Two lamb skewers!"

"A meat bun!"

"A portion of cool skin!"

Sceas: "There are too many fried steamed buns, I can't eat them!"

The woman was very bold and shared a few more bites: "Don't eat, go!"

The celebrant: "Ah, isn't it a waste?"

Woman: "What a waste, you have the ability to finish eating." ”

The road is still very long, and the two of them are basically pot-bellied, moving powerlessly with the crowd. Finally, when I finally squeezed it out, a long time had passed. The smell was mellow, and I was hungry again before I knew it, but I finally made up my mind and went back with gritted teeth.

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On the bed of the hotel are two people who are paralyzed and trying to digest. The food brought back is still not yet challenged. The stomach is full, so let's get a good night's sleep first.

After a long time, to move or not to move? This is a question, to get up or not to pay? This is more of a question.

The ceiling facing the two people, the celebrant: "Let's go ride a bicycle on the city wall, okay?"

Woman: "Will there be a lot of people?"

Man: "It's going to be no less, let's go check it out." ”

Rearrange your outfits. Just after five o'clock, as soon as I went out, I saw that the south gate was a little empty! Maybe most of the people just came to "check in", or it was not yet the rush hour, or the people who played had already gone down.

Buying a ticket and going up the wall, the sun is sinking in the west, and two bicycles are walking side by side to the west.

The blue brick floor is very flat and slightly inclined inward. The strier, who hadn't ridden for a long time, was a little handy, and his skills were still there, and he was soon relaxed. Facing the evening sun, the two of them laughed and laughed.

The simple atmosphere, the majestic and magnificent city wall, the regular battlements on the side of the outer wall, the main building is majestic and magnificent, and the enemy tower is solemn and majestic. One can imagine what a terrible battlefield beneath the long-impregnable city, with the enemy helpless and the defenders waiting for each other, facing each other inside and outside the city walls.

The large number of ancient buildings within the walls are all telling the story of that long era: the streets and alleys are bustling, noisy and bustling. The ancient capital of Xi'an, the thirteen Qin and Han dynasties, the great Tang king, the most hated Zhu Liang, countless romantic characters, and endless past rhymes. On the high city wall, the ancient city area can be seen through at a glance, as if the bright moon in the Qin period, dreaming back to Chang'an, opening the palace in nine days, and all countries are dressed and crowned.

The red sunset, emitting its last rays, soaks the western sky. Riding all the way, although it will not sweat like rain, it will also be extremely transparent. Parking the car to the side and resting, Xie Jun jumped around to take pictures: the evening sky, the ancient buildings, the blue city walls, and her tenderness and gentleness.

The two of them faced the breeze with their backs to the city wall, enjoying the infinite beauty of this sunset.

Xie Jun: "I've been wondering, what would it be like if I traveled back in time to the past?"

The master smiled, "What do you want to become?

Xie Jun: "Don't, the status of ancient women is so low, I don't dare to think about it." ”

The dishman: "The Tang Dynasty is fine, not very humble." No matter what time it is, the joys and sorrows are still the same. ”

Xie Jun: "Hey!"

Si Dish: "Silly girl, don't think about it, hurry up and ride to the south gate, and you have to climb the mountain at night." ”

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In view of the experience at noon, I deliberately chose a restaurant that was not too crowded in the evening, and ate some soup dumplings in addition to the classic mutton steamed buns. It was uncomfortable at noon, and the stomach was empty at this time, and the woman's stomach was not so strong, but she also ate a lot.

Back at the hotel, lie down in bed and recuperate, ready for tonight's adventure.

The woman laughed: "Still risky? Is Huashan so terrible?"

Si Dish: "Of course, I'm afraid you won't dare to go on it if you see it during the day!"

Xie Jun pursed his mouth and protested: "I'm not afraid, it's because I have seen a lot of mountains on the Internet that I chose Huashan, you really think I am a little girl's family, only promised, timid and afraid of things?"

The stricker quipped, "Well, don't call your mother when you pour!"