My old friend's home is in Shantou, although we met in Shenzhen many years ago, after the ups and downs of the world, she returned to her hometown, we have not seen each other for many years, but when I sent a WeChat: "The day after tomorrow we are going to Shantou to play." Soon received a reply from her: "Well, I will make a good strategy and accompany you the whole time." "Originally, I only planned to see her and play according to the strategy she planned for me, but I didn't expect her to have any hesitation and planned to accompany us throughout the trip to Shantou." I can't help but feel warm in my heart, and my yearning for Shantou is even worse.
Obviously I was going to a city I had never met before, but I had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if I had been there many times. I think it should be because of my old friend, that city gave birth to Lingxiu and gentle her, and that city must also be good and easy to approach. Because of my old friend, I have always been paranoid that all Chaoshan women are like this, and I have encountered some later on the road of life, and they are all beautiful women, gentle and white and beautiful, but the things that I identify in my heart are quite tenacious. This is the way one side feeds the other side.
The first stop arranged by the old friend is the small park, in front of the row of arcades unfolding in all directions, such as the pillars of the Greek temple pillars to support the house above, exquisite, it is said that the overseas Chinese trekked thousands of mountains and rivers just to see the style of this old arcade, and then the eyes were satisfied to return to the foreign land again. I think that in these old arcades, they have found the shadow of themselves when they were teenagers and youths, as if as long as these buildings are still there, the foundation when they come is thick and stable, no matter how far away they are in a foreign land, they have full confidence and confidence.
An old friend took us to dinner. In the distance, the sign of the "Intentional Mansion" hangs, which is particularly clearly illuminated by the blue sky and white sun. The elegant carvings above the corridor and the elegance at the entrance make people feel that this restaurant is a little special, and after entering the meal, I learned that this intentional mansion is a subordinate institution of the Charity Hall, and the profits of the meals are used for charity. As early as the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, the Cun Xin Shan Hall was opened, and institutions such as the Cun Xin Hospital, the Cun Xin Hospital, the Cun Xin School, the Fire Brigade of the Children's Welfare Institute, and the Ambulance Corps were opened to serve the poor and help the society.
What surprised us was that the second floor of the restaurant was actually a small museum, which contained quite a few precious collections of the Republic of China and modern times. Pushing open the door, the smoke of history comes to the face, seeing those old objects, you will imagine what their first owners were like, for what reason and under what circumstances they brought them home, how the masters were sinking and floating in the sea of people, and how the old objects drifted here. I can't help but sigh that the history of old objects is not a microcosm of China's modern history.
Stepping out of history, strolling on the old streets of Shantou, it seems that it has not completely stepped out of history. We passed the exquisitely constructed and colorful Chaoshan Temple with its eaves, passed the Lao Ma Palace Theatre, passed the Nansheng Department Store, passed the Old Post Office in Shantou, and came to the Qilu Fort, which was built at the end of the Qing Dynasty and was once an important coastal defense center. Here I saw the wavy stone staircase for the first time, the shape is very peculiar, it was originally used to facilitate the transportation of shells, and the wisdom of the ancestors was really amazing. We stood at a teleportation booth and shouted down below, "Shells, shells." Then after a few moments of deep groaning, it seemed that someone would really reply to us from more than a hundred years ago: "Okay, come on." "How could the people who fought here not have imagined that this would be a tourist attraction a hundred years later, and we occasionally passed by this place from afar and experienced their lives with our imaginations." Such wonderful and disconnected intersections enrich the journey.
We walked through the waterfront park, stepped into the ordinary alleys, and found an authentic Chaoshan restaurant. You will be greeted by a large expanse of seafood, roasted pork, marinated and pickled. I remember that Chen Xiaoqing, the director of "China on the Tip of the Tongue" in the Round Table Pie, once said that he felt that the most delicious food was Chaoshan raw pickle, and he didn't care when he listened to it. When the fresh crab appeared in front of me, I was a little thrilled in my heart, which is the so-called raw pickle, the live crab salvaged from the deep sea with its original sweetness, dipped in a special sauce, is the Chaoshan local people's heart longing for the food.
After eating and drinking, in the humid air blowing by the sea breeze, in the neon flashing light show in the downtown square, we fell asleep, dreaming that we had begun to look forward to tomorrow.