To be honest, I know the feeling of "beautiful things online, but moms selling them in person".
I spent half a month's salary on it, squeezing my way to the West Lake to see the protruding part on the back of other people's heads. In the end, I just posted a photo in my circle of friends with up to ten layers of filters added to create a smooth and beautiful picture of the years. I also had to comment "so beautiful" against my inner reality. I was physically and mentally exhausted. I was really exhausted.
So, when the guy in the circle of friends showed a photo of Quzhou, the stream was so clear that you could actually see the lines on the surface of the stone, and the green mountains looked like they were flowing from an ink painting. My initial reaction was: Is this the so-called "photo fraud" again?
But I went anyway. After all, is there any situation that can surpass the pitfall of spending 20 yuan to buy an old popsicle on the side of a broken bridge?
And guess what?
Face, it really hurts.
This place, even its name, I had to look up on the map before setting off.
"The thoroughfare of four provinces"? "The source of Qiantang River"? Whatever, take a gamble.
Is there a place where you want to take a deep breath as soon as you get off the car?
At the foot of Jianglang Mountain, I did just that.
There were three pieces of stones, no, three huge stones. They seemed to have been chopped out with a knife, piercing straight into the clouds. He stood there with his neck raised, not even wanting to say a word. Whether it was KPI or the shabby rent, everything was blown away by the wind. At that moment you will think that nature is the top PUA master. It can make you kneel down and sing conquer without doing anything.
Rafting at Yaowang Mountain is definitely a must-go. The water was so cold that it made one shiver violently. He rushed left and right in the canyon, shouting until his voice was completely hoarse. The most wonderful thing is that there is no one at all! No need to wait in line for two hours, just five minutes of excitement. I took a photo and sent it to the group. Those guys thought I was sneaking to Zhangjiajie without them.
Traveling with a baby = changing places to be a nanny?
I used to believe it, but now I don’t.
In Quzhou, children are much busier than me.
There is Lanke Mountain, which tells an old story about an ax handle that broke while watching a chess game while chopping wood. The two children's eyes sparkled as they listened, and they searched the whole mountain for the stone that the fairy used to play chess, and they no longer shouted for people to hug them.
At first, I thought I was just going to take a look at those wooden bumps in the Enlightened Root Palace Buddhist Kingdom. Hey, it's amazing, those animals carved from roots seemed to have spirituality. My daughter looked at the "wooden lion" there for half an hour, then turned around and had to take a knife to imitate other people's crafts.
The most relaxing thing is the B&B where you stay. You can see the stream when you open the door. In the early morning of the next day, without any urging, I got up and picked up the small net bag to catch fish. At this time, if you just bring a maza, sit close, and watch the children laughing silly like clay monkeys, in an instant, everything around you will become peaceful. Such a sense of pleasure cannot be given by the children's play area in a five-star hotel.
Have you spent all your money on the decoration of the "Internet celebrity store"?
Quzhou taught me that real food does not require Internet celebrities at all.
I ate all the way along Shuiting Street without stopping.
A single scone costs a few yuan, but its gravy will burn your mouth with blisters. The "Three Heads and One Palm" (composed of rabbit head, duck head, fish head, and duck paw) cost 20 to 30 yuan a portion. It was so spicy that I burst into tears and yelled at the boss, "One more portion." It’s not the kind of dry spiciness brought about by industrial chili pepper essence, but a spiciness that’s so fragrant that you can’t stop talking.
When dining in Hangzhou, you can't get out without a few hundred yuan. Here, I touched my round belly and wondered if the boss had made a mistake. It turns out that the four words "delicious and inexpensive" do exist.
Those places that are hard to find on the map are where the deepest thoughts are hidden.
We arrived at Nianbadu Ancient Town at dusk, when the tourists had dispersed. The bluestone road was glowing with light, and the ancient houses seemed to be asleep under the setting sun. The people living here had all kinds of different surnames and all spoke various dialects. The whole ancient town was like a dream with a unique style accidentally left in the mountains.
Stepping onto the Xianxia Ancient Road, we traveled for a while. There are steep cliffs on one side of the trail, and deep valleys on the other side, with winds blowing slowly from thousands of years ago. I heard that this was the path that the courier boy used to break his legs. Standing here, I feel like a messenger with a face full of dust. However, the thing delivered is not a letter, but the self in an empty state.
When I went to the place called Dachen Ancient Village, I almost lost my way when I went up. An old man with a hoe on his shoulders called me out. Standing on the observation deck and looking down, there are white walls, black tiles, and layers of terraces. At that moment, I felt like crying. It's not because of the beautiful scenery, but because we almost missed such a beautiful place.
I obviously wrote the guide in a clear and logical manner, one after another. However, when I went to Jianglang Mountain on the first day, I took the wrong route. Not only that, I also wore sneakers that time, which resulted in two big blisters on my feet. On the second day, I learned the lesson and put on non-slip sneakers. Moreover, I put a change of clothes in my bag to wear when rafting. Oh, by the way, mosquitoes in the mountains are really poisonous, so be sure to bring toilet water with you. Don’t ask me how I know this.
Quzhou, it doesn’t have the pretentious beauty of Hangzhou.
It is like the most comfortable friend around you, silent but understands you.
You can go to Shuitingmen to enjoy the night view, and you can also get up early and join the locals at the morning market to taste baguettes with tofu curd. You can go to the Confucius Temple and spend ten yuan to buy a mini copy of "The Analects of Confucius", or you can spend an afternoon staring at the sea of clouds on the top of Jianglang Mountain.
It's not perfect, a little earthy, a little spicy, and a little bit strong.
However, it is precisely the furry appearance and the sense of reality with the scratches left by life that make me spend my money very willingly.
Because I know that what I buy is not a few check-in photos or likes in the circle of friends.
On the contrary, a middle-aged man who was showing a state of exhaustion finally found a place where he could not be someone's subordinate or someone's parent for the time being, but could just calmly be himself for a while.
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