Xichan Temple was built in the eighth year of Tang Xiantong (867). It is said that this temple is large in scale and rich in cultural relics. I want to have a look.
After swaying for more than 30 minutes, the bus is getting more and more remote, and there are few people left on it. Finally, the Xichan Temple arrived. There is a shop selling Buddhist clothes opposite the temple, and Buddhist music floats by. At the gate of the temple, several beggars confidently extended their hands to the people coming and going. The ticket here was originally from 5 yuan, but I don't know when it rose to 20 yuan. However, the tickets for 20 yuan have not been printed yet, and only the original tickets are marked with 20 in red mimeograph.
Many people at the entrance of the temple are tying the freshly harvested lychees into bundles. This is made in Xichan Temple, which is quite expensive, 8 yuan a catty. Entering the main entrance, there are litchi trees on both sides of the road. They are in the fruiting period, covered with small red lanterns, reflecting thick dark green leaves, giving people a strong color impact on beauty. For fear of tourists picking litchi, warning signs like this abound: "Litchi has been sprayed with pesticides, and the pickers will bear the consequences!" "I am walking in countless" consequences! In the exclamation point, I think they might as well just write "Litchi is poisonous here!" "This deterrent effect is better.
Such a hot summer scared away all the tourists; Fuzhou citizens will not come here to bask in the sun, and I am the only one in Nuoda's temple who breathes like a cow with my bag on my back and the sun. I feel that I may have heatstroke at any time, and I am always worried that I will faint in the next second. I kept drinking water to catch my breath. Walking to a pool of green water, I have never seen so many turtles, big and small, swimming around with short legs. They almost became a dense black spot. Many boards were thrown on the water, and the tired tortoise climbed on the boards and craned its neck to bask in the sun. These turtles should be released by good people, but with so many good people crowded in a small pool, there is also the possibility of disaster.
Not far away is the famous Seven Stars Well, which is said to have been excavated in the Tang Dynasty. A * * * has seven eyes, and this is one of them. Thousands of years have passed, and the water in that well is still as clear as jade. There is a big goldfish in the middle of the well, so it is still. I blew on it for a long time, but it didn't respond. When I left, I suddenly thought, was such a big goldfish in this well 1000 years the embodiment of a dragon? So I offended a possible dragon? Thinking like this, I'm in a cold sweat.
In front of the vegetarian restaurant in the temple, there is a spectacular ancient banyan tree with a thick trunk twisted into various strange shapes. The most unique thing is that the aerial roots around it are as thick as the bowl mouth, and there are seven or eight branches hanging around, plunged into the soil and surrounded the trunk of the ancient banyan tree. I have never seen such a wonderful ancient banyan tree. Sitting under the tree, I feel long-term peace in the shade.
The 67-meter-high Thanksgiving Tower is under renovation, and visitors are not allowed to enter. There is a notice on its door saying that it was renovated in 2007. Interestingly, many tourists regard the blank space of this notice as a message board. Someone wrote: "What a pity, come again next time!" "Someone wrote below," Great, because my feet hurt! " "I looked at this billboard that was not meant to be humorous and kept laughing.
What impressed me deeply was its red lychee and its turtle with its neck stretched out all over the pool, but it didn't make me feel the peace and solemnity of religion. This place lacks a sense of tranquility and history, and I can hardly see any monks and incense. The 500 Luohan Hall and the Sutra Pavilion are all newly painted and smell of fresh paint. Disappointed, I left the little turtle who was still struggling to swim and those eye-catching lychees.
At the hottest noon, I went back to the hotel and slowly killed time in air conditioning: reading maps, keeping accounts, keeping diaries, reading books and sleeping. I waited quietly for the sun to go down.
At half past six in the afternoon, I set off again. Walking north along yangqiao Middle Road, I looked for special snacks everywhere. I saw a small shop with a Japanese name: "Sakai Snack Bar". I came in because its big glass says "fishing". I want to know what this is. Unexpectedly, there was no fish today, and everyone was eating porridge and three or four side dishes. People come and go here and business is excellent. The people who come here are obviously regular customers, so it must be right to eat the same thing as them.
I ordered a sweet potato porridge and looked at a row of dazzling snacks on the counter. It was really embarrassing: I wanted to taste them all. Finally, I ordered a small plate of fried goldfish and boiled green beans. Meat floss; Stir-fried clam; Tofu mixed with preserved eggs; I asked for another plate of unknown small shells. Six small dishes around a bowl of porridge make me look so greedy. I secretly looked around, and even men ate up to four kinds of side dishes. Anyway, no one knows me, so I won't eat.
Perhaps it is because it is very hot in summer in Fuzhou that such a light and nutritious diet is produced: thick porridge with various side dishes. Although the amount of each kind is not large, together, there are dozens of different flavors. I am surprised that people in Fuzhou like to eat fish sauce (or shrimp oil). There is a bottle of fish sauce on the small table in every restaurant. It smells bad and tastes especially salty. They replace soy sauce and are indispensable for a day. The eating habits here are similar to those in Vietnam, which makes me puzzled.
I drank porridge slowly, ate fish carefully, took a bite of tender tofu from time to time and peeled one or two fried clams. Watching people around me eat porridge and different side dishes like me, or occasionally drink a glass or two of beer, I suddenly realized that the life of Fuzhou people was originally like this meal: it was plain on the surface, and it was all home-cooked side dishes, but it was mixed with countless changes and surprises. The life here seems to be casual, but if you savor it carefully, you will find that the life of Fuzhou people is very moist.
This meal only cost 10.50 yuan, so delicious, so many combinations, so cheap, what a wonderful night.
I looked at the map and walked contentedly along yangqiao Middle Road, then turned northeast until I came to Hubin Road. I want to see another West Lake. It is said that there are actually 37 West Lakes in China, which is the fourth West Lake I have been to: Huizhou, Hangzhou, Hanoi and Fuzhou. I don't understand why all the lakes in the world are called West Lake.
I'm not very curious, but I want to read by the lake. I live next to Xinhua Bookstore in Fuzhou, and bought two books at noon today: Illustrated Old Stories in the South of the City and Aesop's Fables. What a wonderful thing it is to go to the West Lake with a well-bound, watercolor-illustrated "Old Things in the South of the City".
Overhead is like a painted branch, not far away is a couple immersed in happiness, in front of them is a swaying water. The evening breeze dispelled the heat and troubles during the day. Dogs of all sizes in Fuzhou were brought out. They ran happily, looking for a post where they could pee.
Suddenly I looked up. I don't know when it started. Dark clouds in the sky passed like frightened horses. The weather has changed. I have to go back. I really hope it will keep raining tonight.
(To be continued)
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