In the early morning in Gdansk, wake up to the sound of birdsong. A red sun was rising outside the window, and the whole city was shrouded in gold.
In front of the hotel, there is a tree of safflowers that cannot be named, next to a small piece of plum tree full of fruit. The branches that have been bent by the fruitful fruit sway gently with the wind, and from time to time, the ripe fruits that fall one by one make a "clicking" sound, and the purple and yellow and rose-red fruits fall on the green lawn with crystal dewdrops, which is mouth-watering.
I walked along a quiet path next to the hotel toward the river, lined with shops that had not yet opened. Some of the windows are filled with flowers, some are planted with wheat grass in front of the door, and some are covered with dogtail grass that shakes its head and shakes its head on the side of the road, decorating the path with a special taste. On the river are several classical cruise ships and larger cruise ships, and on the opposite bank are ancient buildings. There have been three pairs of pedestrians along the river, not far away there are two tall, tall, slender, slender and delicate girls, wiping the seats to prepare for the opening, and the Polish beauty is worth it.
Gdansk (Danzig) is not only the boss of the triad, but also the boss of northern Poland, the world's largest amber distribution center, and my favorite city on this trip. The German philosopher Schopenhauer, who is known for his pessimism, wrote the book "The Wisdom of Life" to tell people how to live happily. The Nobel Prize-winning German writer Glass was also born here, and his "Danzig Trilogy" has many hometown figures.
I flipped through parts of the history of the city, which became the trigger for World War II due to the special geographical dispute, the artillery fire of Nazi Germany instantly reduced it to ruins, and the hardships and hardships of surviving in the cracks of the great powers for hundreds of years are lamentable.
Today, the old city reconstructed according to the map can still faintly recognize the style of the old days, and you can still smell the smell of the past. The Motrava River flows quietly from here, standing on the bridge and looking at the symbol of the city from afar - the old crane stands out in the rows of buildings, the people along the shore are bustling with people, the river is moored with ancient pirate ships, and the ships full of tourists slowly sail by, adding a little charm to the town.
There is such a long street in the old city, in fact, it is not very long, just a name, and the people who lived here at that time were all social elites and dignitaries. Because it is the official road of the royal family, the long street is also called the Royal Road.
Strolling along the stone paved squares is like walking into the Museum of Architecture and Culture. The most striking thing is the red brick and green-roofed Gothic bell tower of the Old Town Hall, which is said to ring thick bells at the hour, as if to tell people the story of what happened here.
The most distinctive bronze statue of the sea god in front of Arthur's Palace attracts many tourists, and the majesty of the foot stepping on the waves and waving a long fork also seems to tell people that he is the protector of the city.
In front of the exquisite buildings on both sides of the street, a variety of snack bars, bars and cafés are lined with flowers for sightseers to rest and relax. Painting, selling art, juggling, small merchandise, various styles of amber, etc. are dazzling, and the sound of the piano is heard from time to time. Through the bustling crowds, I was greeted by one surprise after another, and the scenery along the way brought me a different world.
Gdansk's strong and indomitable character and perseverance, the aesthetic romance of the Baltic style, make it have its own unique temperament and charm, which makes people linger.