"Xiao Li, those children are still young, and they speak more forcefully. Don't worry about their words."
Out of the memorial hall, Xiao Shuwen said.
Li futu shakes his head. Those young people are not the same people in the world as him. How can he compare with them.
"Aunt Xiao, where do you want to go next?"
"I can go anywhere. Let's listen to Wei'er's arrangement."
They look at he Caiwei.
"Next, go to Zhongshan Mausoleum."
He Caiwei said that Zhongshan Mausoleum is the mausoleum of Mr. Sun. Since he has come to Jinling, he naturally wants to pay a visit to this great man who has devoted his whole life to the country.
Zhongshan Mausoleum is located at the foot of Zijin Mountain, with its back against Qingshan mountain and its front facing Pingchuan.
Although he did not live in the same era, Li still admired the man lying in the cemetery.
"Some people say that Mr. Sun's life is a standing Zhongshan Mausoleum, and today we are lucky to reach the end of his life."
Unlike some politicians, sun is a truly selfless and selfless leader, whose integrity can be seen by saying that "when I die in the future, I am willing to beg for this land from the Chinese people to settle my body.".
The tomb was not open to visitors. The three walked around the cemetery, and then took a cable car to the Zijinshan observatory.
After dinner, they ordered a hotel in advance on the Bank of Qinhuai River. Then they rented a boat and went boating on the river to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the golden powder of the Six Dynasties.
Different from Pujiang River, which goes to the east of the Yangtze River, although it is night, the charm and beauty of the whole Qinhuai River can still be seen. The lights on both sides of the river are dim, red lanterns are hanging high, and boats are wandering slowly on the river. Although it does not have the graceful poetic charm of Jiangnan Town, it is more atmospheric, just like the difference between a small jasper and a big girl.
Qinhuai ten miles, winding for thousands of years, but has always been an old lady, always with its best temperament to welcome everyone to be a guest.
Li futu bought some beer and snacks in advance, and he Caiwei also accompanied him to drink two bottles of beer. The beer was boring, but he Caiwei was obviously a girl who didn't drink much wine. Although she was only two tinned beer, her delicate and white cheeks had already shown a faint blush.
"I don't want to leave here."
She exhaled, listening to the murmur of water under the boat, and looking at the lights on both sides of the Strait, she felt something for a moment.
Holding the wine bottle, Li futu said with a smile: "Jiangnan beautiful land naturally has its unique charm. Jinling is so close to the East China Sea. If you like it here, you can come and play with aunt Xiao at any time in the future."
He Caiwei chuckled and took another sip of wine.
Looking at her red cheek, Xiao Shu said: "Wei'er, can you still drink?"
"Mom, it's OK to be drunk. We'll sleep here when we're drunk. We'll experience what it's like to be drunk and not know the sky is in the water, and the bed is full of dreams."
Xiao Shu shakes her head and smiles, but she doesn't comfort her any more.
Of course, the three did not sleep on the boat that night. After touring the Qinhuai River for more than two hours, they went back to the hotel.
The next day.
Li futu and his three did not go anywhere else. They drove straight to mingxiushan, the first Jinling.
"Wei'er and I came here once when we were so old, but it was still autumn, so we could see the magnificent landscape of red leaves all over the mountain, but in the blink of an eye, it was more than 20 years..."
When she revisited her hometown, there was a trace of nostalgia in Xiao Shu's eyes.
"Does aunt Xiao believe in Buddhism?"
Xiao Shu smiles and shakes her head. "It's not really, just for peace of mind."
Li futu nodded, and the three stepped up.
As Xiao Shu said, Jinling people all know that the best time to come to Qixia mountain is in late autumn. At that time, maple leaves all over the mountain are like painting the whole Qixia mountain with a layer of strong colors, just like a picture specially painted by nature.
Although it is past the maple appreciation season, as a Buddhist holy land in the south of the Yangtze River, there are still an endless stream of tourists who come to Qixia mountain to pray.
"I didn't expect so many people here."
Crossing the mountain gate, he Caiwei was surprised to see that the temple was full of people.
Xiao Shu said with a smile: "Qixia Temple is the birthplace of Sanlun sect. It has a high status in Buddhism. The incense here has always been very prosperous, and now it's new year's day, so there are many people."
Because there are too many tourists, someone bumped into Li futu when passing by.
The other side didn't walk away as if nothing had happened, showing a better self-restraint. He stopped to look back and apologized: "I'm sorry."
Li futu naturally doesn't care about this little thing, but when he looks at the other person, he frowns slightly.
This middle-aged man has the simplest flat head, broad shoulders and strong arms, which gives people a surging sense of strength visually. He is not too tall, and is about 1.8 meters at most. He is wearing casual clothes which are generally estimated to be bought in the street shops. But standing in front of him, it can make people feel a heavy sense of oppression.Li futu's eyes twinkled and said softly, "it's OK."
The other side once again said sorry, very polite, and then the eyes naturally swept over Xiao Shu's mother and daughter, and then quickly turned away.
Li futu watched his back disappear among the tourists.
"What's the matter?"
Seeing Li futu staring at people all the time, he Caiwei was puzzled.
Li futu shook his head and looked back. "Let's go to the main hall and have a look."
Li futu has always been very clear about the truth that the master exists in the marketplace. It's not surprising that the Dragon kingdom is so big and has so many people that he bumps into an expert by accident.
He didn't take it to heart.
When Li futu accompanied Xiao Shu's mother and daughter to visit the temple, the middle-aged man who collided with him was wrong with him. He did not visit the famous scenic spots in Qixia Temple like ordinary tourists. On the contrary, he bypassed the ancient buildings and gradually left the crowd to a corner in the deep of the temple.
Here, there is no grand palace, nor magnificent scenery, presented in front of him, only a nursery, a hut, an old monk.
After new year's day, on the first day of the new year, the sky is blue and the breeze is gentle.
The old monk was wearing a slightly worn but very clean cassock. He was taking care of his hard-working vegetables, while the middle-aged man was standing there, watching him quietly.
When he was young, he would come to Qixia Temple almost every year, not for Buddhism, but for the red leaves.
But gradually, he seldom came back to this mountain. Even this time, he deliberately missed the season of red leaves.
Every late autumn, the mountain red leaves are still beautiful, not fading with the passage of time, but so what?
There is no one to accompany him to appreciate maple.