My Experience of Chengdu Tour

Long into the hall, I feel like going home. Dai Qing's tiles, whitewashed walls, fine carving window, ink painting. Corridor, the red lanterns hanging, garden, green vines climbing. The courtyard, basking in the sun nap big dog inadvertently shook his tail, wood colored tables and chairs, a group of friends are from exotic I do not understand the language with the said joke.

As long as one, I love this place. I like the gentle morning sun, the birds chirp to wake up, like lighted the night, watch the one on the top platform Ambilight. Staring upward, in the yard like that one corner of the sky, like back in the marching night night, far from seeing the red lanterns in front of it warm.

Alley, a few teahouses, rough wooden tables and chairs casually placed on the open space in the alley, through the sun roof, no one is gentle through the trees scattered light and shadow, scattered in twos and threes the guests to sit there four, brew a cup of tea, stretch the body in the back in that deep, leisurely watching the Morning News. Time, since one on tea, a ray of sunshine, quiet flow go without trace. Meet a few good old people, sitting together, playing mahjong, Sichuan, Chengdu, and even Mahjong ages have become a national fitness campaign. Occasionally see a few foreign friends, blond, sitting in the sun, sipping a cup of tea two, comfortably turned over the hands of the book, perhaps, only into the life of such an idle state, in order to truly understand This exotic culture.

Very narrow alley, every body always sideways, from the gap through which patrons do not accidentally run into someone else's table, he kept saying sorry. Others are slowly raised his head, tolerant smile, totally did not mind. Not long piece through the alley, then inter-connected through a number of teahouses, where since the mixing of the tea came, the heart seems to go so addicted, addicted to the fragrant cup of tea in the rough.

Looking for a morning, holding up a hard nut to the theory of the book, hiding in a corner of the sun, and seem to enjoy this kind of casual stroll, in front of my mother's cup of tea brew is full, leaving a smile and walked away, very quiet all around, only a few dogs frolic sound, the sun across the roof, gradually expanding his own territory, I look up to the sky clouds, see the years flowing silently. Close the book, stretching, a cup of tea, streaks of sunshine, a quiet morning, so memories of lying on a resume ... ...

Finally left, I hurried back that luggage, Tea House of the Arbor to see, say, "gone, back to playing the next." Friendly Chengdu, let me like that, this is another home. I laughed and said, "Well," I know, I'll be back, even if not in his home, I looked on this ray will be tea, raving in a intoxicated dream where the children repeat the same nonsense.