Jinhua: A Poetic Song of Fireworks

In search of dreams in central Zhejiang, you will find yourself in the embrace of Jinhua. At dawn, the streets and alleys are already full of life. The aroma of Jinhua shortbread is the first to hit your nose. The crispy crust baked over charcoal fire is filled with a mixture of lean and fatty meat. Take a bite, and the "crunch" sound is the old taste of time, like the first note of a morning song.

Stroll along the Wujiang River, and the river breeze will clear your mind. The ripples reflect the ancient docks and stilted buildings on the shore. Time has left its mark on them, but it cannot wash away the prosperity of the past. The Bayong Tower stands quietly like a silent poet. Li Qingzhao's talent still lingers between the beams and columns. Climb the tower and look into the distance, and the city's scenery will be framed in your eyes. The wind blows from the depths of history, turning the pages of the chapters of war and poetry.

In the afternoon, walk into the ancient city of Jinhua, and every step on the bluestone-paved road is a step back in time. In the old teahouse, the aroma of tea rises, and the elderly shake their fans, chatting and playing chess, with smiles on their faces regardless of winning or losing. Street artisans are busy with Jinhua ham, the deep red color is the masterpiece of time and salt. The sunlight shines on it, and the fat glistens with an enticing luster. The thin slices cut from it are a reward for the changing seasons.

When night falls, the night market becomes lively like stars falling to the ground. Donghe meat pies sizzle on the iron plate, with thin crusts and a filling of scallions and minced meat, giving off an irresistible aroma. In the dim light, the singing of Wu Opera is melodious and lingering, soaring high as if breaking through the clouds, and turning low as if weeping. This tune is the romance in Jinhua's bones, blending the vicissitudes of life into the opera, singing to visitors from all over the world.

Jinhua is like an ancient book with yellowed pages, with fireworks as ink and warmth as notes. As you turn the pages, you will be intoxicated by this never-ending poetic painting of life.

Post by Jameson Brennan53 | Dec 31, 2024