travel starts with photography

His trip ended here, and the return ticket could be reimbursed, but Chen Xing thought that since he was already here, was he just going to go back like this?
Moreover, it is really cold in Sichuan Province at this season, and there is no sunshine, so if you have the chance to go out and play, you should stay for a few more days.

Chen Xing has already visited Suzhou, so it doesn't have much appeal to him. But since it's close to Shanghai, he wants to go there.

The city of Shanghai has a special affinity with him. Every time he has an air transfer, Shanghai is a very popular place.

Are you saying that he is not familiar with Shanghai?
But he is familiar with the Shanghai airport. The McDonald's there is really his spiritual food in Shanghai and he eats there often.

However, Chen Xing did not plan to go there immediately. He wanted to stroll around the Luzhi Ancient Town first.

It has been a long time since I last came to the ancient town of Jiangnan. The feeling of feeling familiar with everything has basically passed, and now there is another kind of freshness.

The ancient town is truly a treasure of civilization.

Take the little-known Luzhi for example. If you were to write about its ancient monuments, there are Baosheng Temple and Fuli Academy, which have spanned thousands of years and are enough to write a wonderful novel.

Speaking of culture, there is also the ancient charm of the Tang and Song dynasties here. Countless people who shine like stars in history met unexpectedly here. Did they sit in the courtyard and drink with a few good friends, or talk about poetry and articles?

When writing about a small town, there are also the unique small bridges and flowing water, ancient streets, ancient houses, ancient alleys, streets built along the water, and bustling shops that are unique to the Jiangnan region.

If someone says that most of the ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River have such scenery, what does you have in Luzhi?
If people come here, they will find that there is a bridge in Luzhi.

Luzhi, when you think of it, means a straight road, but the road is not really straight. The town is densely covered with water networks and streams. Looking down from the sky, it looks like several golden jade belts.

With so many streams, bridges can be seen everywhere in Luzhi, so this place has always been known as the "City of Bridges".

Chen Xing was holding a camera and didn't know which street to go to. He just knew to cross the bridge when he saw it. So he went around in circles until he got lost.

After finding a bench to sit down, Chen Xing checked what he had captured with his camera.

This ancient town is really not big, but there are many bridges and they are densely packed together. Chen Xing alone saw thirty or forty of them, and they were all ancient bridges.

The stone arch bridge, the stone slab bridge, and the sister bridges adjacent to it on the left and right.

There are also many shops along the river. Chen Xing has seen most of the things sold in these shops in other ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, or in other words, they are similar in ancient towns across the country.

However, there is one kind of product in the south of the Yangtze River that is more popular than in the ancient towns in the north, and that is the oil-paper umbrella.

If it rains in the town, Chen Xing himself wouldn't mind buying one.

But now the sun is shining brightly, and it seems a bit strange to hold an umbrella.

This commercial street is very long, with a row of big red lanterns hanging high on the pillars extending far into the distance, with many places for tourists to rest below.

Chen Xing is sitting here.

Only after he finished sorting did he have time to look around.

After lunch, he said goodbye to the people from the photography association and kept walking around until almost four o'clock. After looking at the photos he had taken, he didn't want to walk any further. Seeing a teahouse nearby, he went over and ordered a cup of tea.

Luzhi is one of the more famous ancient towns in Jiangsu, but it is not as famous as Zhouzhuang and Tongli. In addition to watching people, tourists here can also see a little bit of the local cultural environment.

The people living here cannot make a living entirely from tourists like the people in Wuzhen, so they have not abandoned their ancestral crafts. Chen Xing sat at a table facing the water in the teahouse. To his right was the riverbank without guardrails. He could see the old lady washing clothes by the river and the old man fishing with a net on a wooden boat by turning his head slightly.

Young people definitely won't do these things. People of Chen Xing's generation would never wash clothes by hand if they can use a washing machine. Even if the washing machine can't be used, they can leave the dirty clothes for ten days or half a month.

Listening to the gurgling sound of the water coming from the boatman rowing the oars and drinking hot tea, Chen Xing's mood completely calmed down and all the fatigue of the day disappeared.

It was getting dark. People were coming and going in the teahouse, some sitting down and some leaving. But Chen Xing stayed here until the evening and changed several kinds of tea.

It’s only comfortable to drink tea in a place like this.

As night falls, all the lights in Luzhi are turned on. The barbecue restaurant in front is particularly noisy, making the night of this ancient town lively.

He did not return to the Garden Hotel, but found a homestay in the ancient town.

But it seems that we chose the wrong location. This B&B seemed to be holding some event. A group of people were singing in the living room and they looked very happy.

Chen Xing was eager to try it. He had drunk too much tea and didn't feel like sleeping anyway, so he simply went downstairs to sing with this group of strangers. He had fun until midnight before coming back to rest.

The next day, when Chen Xing went downstairs, he saw them in the living room and could remember the names of several of them.

They saw Chen Xing leaving with his luggage and asked, "Handsome guy, are you leaving now?"

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"Well, the bus to Shanghai is at noon today. I'll go to Baosheng Temple while I still have some time."

Baosheng Temple is a thousand-year-old temple in Luzhi. It is said that there are two great treasures hidden in the temple, one is a bluestone pagoda and the other is an iron bell.

Chen Xing often sees prayer flags, but he doesn’t know what a sutra pillar is. But since he is here now, he might as well go and take a look.

He had originally wondered how such a large temple with a history of more than a thousand years could be so unknown. If he had not come to Luzhi this time, he would not have known that there was such a large Buddhist temple here.

But after seeing the history of the temple, I realized that it was once glorious. At its peak, Baosheng Temple had more than 5000 halls, thousands of monks, and covered almost half of the town.

It was once one of the 'Four Great Temples in Jiangnan'.

However, it has indeed declined in modern times, and its publicity has not kept up with other temples.

But this complex of buildings, which has stood for thousands of years, has been weathered by wind and rain, and has gone through changes in the times and years, giving this temple hidden in the ancient town a vicissitudes of life charm that can make people's souls more calm.

There were not many tourists out walking early in the morning, and even fewer visitors in the temple. Only a few people in red vests were seen sweeping the floor.

This also made it convenient for Chen Xing to take pictures, and he was very satisfied with the lighting this morning, so it was easy for him to take pictures with a good atmosphere.

As he was taking pictures, he saw the large iron bell on the east side of the courtyard of the Antiquities Museum. This bell is now a cultural relic, so it is naturally not hung up and struck. Instead, it is placed on the ground and surrounded by a circle of wooden fences.

It is indeed very old and covered with rust. There is a dragon jade on the top of the bell, and the words on the bell are only vaguely visible, which seem to be "good weather and good harvest".

It is said that the sound of the bells in the temple can reach the sky directly, so many temples like to engrave scriptures on the bells. Every time the bells are struck, it means that a scripture is being recited facing the Buddha.

Carving auspicious words such as "good weather and good harvest" on the bell is also a high-end blessing. (End of this chapter)