Xining impression

It will be cloudy and rainy on Wednesday.

My first impression of Xining was the short process of going to Lhasa by train in early April last year, changing trains in Xining and walking from one carriage to another on the other side of the platform. Besides, there is only a sense of imagination that Xining is a big city, a northern city like Xi 'an.

I came back from Lhasa this time and stopped in Delingha for 2 days. I came to Xining and stayed in Xining for one night.

Due to the delay, the train arrived at Xining Station on 16: 10. After more than four hours' drive, my head hurts all the time, which is a bit like motion sickness or high reaction. In fact, I have forgotten the high rebellion and left Lhasa after all. From Delingha to Xining, the sea level dropped from more than 3,000 to more than 2,000. The experience of going to Lhasa twice is that there is a reaction after going there, and the return trip is normal. This time, I think it's because I'm too tired. It may also be a reminder to take a taxi to Delingha Railway Station in the morning, so taking the bus is a bit uncomfortable.

Out of Xining station, look at the square in front of the station. Behind the station is a mountain with reddish-brown topsoil, a bit like Dunhuang. Therefore, I feel that Xining Station is not open.

After arriving at the hotel, put down your luggage, have a rest and go down for something to eat. I still had breakfast when I set out in Delingha: a bowl of porridge and two vegetable bags. Although I ate some dry food on the train, I felt hungry. This hunger doesn't mean that you have a good appetite.

From the top floor (20th floor) of the hotel where Qin Fen Lane is located to the ground, I have never stayed in such a high-rise hotel, which is probably a feature of Xining. The hotel is located in a building.

I didn't look for it deliberately, and I didn't have the energy to look for it. I saw a restaurant opposite the hotel, and the signboard said "Dongxiang noodles". Cross the street and walk into the restaurant. I looked at it with my eyes, and a young man in a white hat in his early twenties came up and asked, what do you eat? I looked at the menu on the wall and asked for a mutton noodle. I've never eaten it. It must be a common local meal. )

The young man is very polite, and the height of more than one meter seven looks sunny and cheerful. Just sitting down, I saw the young man holding a cup of tea in his hand. Ah, it's a bowl of tea. Personally, I have only seen Gaiwancha in film and television, but I have never touched it in reality. I have always thought that Gaiwancha is only available to people with status or special occasions. I don't want to be treated like this today. I, a grass-roots person, feel very scared and show a humble expression. I watched him put the tea on the table and said, "thank you!" "

Gently lift the lid of the tea, and the light green leaves look a bit like dandelion tea. There is also a red date and an longan floating on it. Oh, I'm so surprised, I said to myself, I didn't expect that in such a northern place, there would be such a move to "enjoy life". I often think that the north is rough and unrestrained, but it is not. They also have a refined and elegant side.

After a while, the young man brought a bowl of noodles with a tray. A large bowl of thin white flour slices, square, a bit like radish slices, with thin rice noodles, chopped green onion and a little chopped mutton slices.

I just took a few bites, and I felt good, because I was hungry. Halfway through, I feel full. But it was hard to leave, so I lost the enthusiasm of young people and still ate a big bowl of noodles into my stomach.

It's not delicious, but if you think about it, this piece may be the food that local people often eat. It is true that one side of the soil and water support one side.

Out of the noodle restaurant, it's past five, and it's not too late. Because I'm leaving tomorrow morning, I'm going to look around. Looking for the goal of "People's Park", while waiting for the bus to leave, many other cars came and left. And the 106 bus I was waiting for was late.

It was cloudy, the sky was covered with gray clouds, and the twilight came early. Looking at the buzzing bus, I hesitated, afraid of being uncomfortable, and then gave up. Why don't you walk around and go back to the hotel early to rest?

Walking north on Binhe South Road, the yellow water separated from the railway station wall is dry, and green or yellow weeds grow on the riverbed, which makes people feel the silence here.

It didn't take long before it began to rain. This makes me want to go back to the hotel early. Then turn to * * * and Road and continue to turn to Minsheng Lane. Minsheng Lane appears calm. It is not a narrow alley as usual, but a quiet street. There are grocery stores, supermarkets, barbershops and many restaurants on both sides. Among them, there are many noodle restaurants, mostly run by local people, and the sign says "noodles". There is a noodle restaurant, which is relatively simple from the front. A hanging light bulb shone on some damaged steps in front of the front of the scroll. On and off, I don't know whose house or unit the wall is. Without lights, it is even more deserted.

Look back at the map of Xining and ask: Is there a subway in Xining? Sure enough, the direct reason is the restriction of economic development.

These probably show that Xining is not a very prosperous big city, at least, it is not a noisy city. In my impression, it is not better than Xi 'an.

But the position of Xining must be decisive. Why else would you change trains here to go to Lhasa? This is a good transit point. Probably better than Lanzhou.

Back at the hotel, my hair was almost wet. Take off your clothes and take a shower quickly. As for my hotel, it goes without saying, because I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

A place, like your hotel, will only attract your love if you catch a cold at first impression, and you want to stay for a few more days.

Thinking of Delingha, the climate is really dry, and people who have just been there are not used to it. For example, the wind in Delingha is very dry, blowing the skin as dry as bark, and sometimes I feel my head is not clear. Of course, it's just my personal description. September is not the windy season in Delingha. The local people, not only do not have these influences, but also really like to praise their hometown. In Xining, I feel the wind is very humid, only cold. Again, one side of the soil and water will support one side.

Otherwise, I always think Jiangnan is good. I always think of Bai Juyi's "Jiangnan Memory". I wonder if northerners, especially northwest people, will have another sigh when they come to the real south of the Yangtze River, such as Hangzhou, and will they compare their hometown?