Yesterday, in accordance with our long-standing Chinese tradition, we have taken in advance bought bags of chocolate eggs, as well as two of our servants were (next to u 19 years old and arrived in his super nower kolarzowka from the university campus) - to the park. The weather was nice, nice and warm, a little dusznawo, because, as usual, after fully preparing to change the weather (we had thunderstorms at night, and now it is raining and sauna for the window). Usually we go to Hongqiao Central Park 虹桥 中心 绿地, but suggested greater comfort Tianshan Park 天山 公园 (probably had a hidden agenda, I suspect that she wanted to throw a look to the club music of Yin Yu Tang 育 音 堂, which is located in a park), so we got on well and 10 minutes we were already in the park. Chinese parks are a separate topic to discuss, in total, they can be liked, if only one is not adjusted to any great contact with nature.
Photo: Tianshan Park, where we we went for Easter molar:
Photo: Tianshan Park, where we we went for Easter molar:
Large M had reservations about the park, but this is the last exit in the Tiantai Mountains 天台山, where he was - speaking directly and bluntly - amazing. Besides, on this blog a lot of relationships with our stay there 3 months ago - unfortunately the last two I could not describe the rush of work, and were still rewelacyjniejsze.
Anyway, emerged from the Big M, he will be a lot of people, a few trees and a lot of people, some attractions and a bunch of people, in addition to some bushes and crowds crowds. Large M find away and came to the park ready for the worst.
After the entrance to the park, first we heard the music - that it exercised some retiree game on saxophone. Little M is sensitive to the music, so I ran listen, my grandfather probably played her favorite song "Jasmine Flower" 茉莉花.
Photo - The Chinese pensioner has found a rather singular hobby - game on the saxophone:
After a while she started to squeak, as it turned out, the deal left a chocolate egg in the grass. With a basket in his hand, so I started to collect them, but as one wyzbierala, it turned out the next do not know where to have appeared again. She went to the Chinese girl and some sort of gathering together. This is the second child was quite zdezorioentowane, why this big boy throwing sweets to the ground, a little girl collects them, but it helped. Mala M in any case was very agitated, wyzbierala eggs and went away. In the meantime, we passed near a group of retirees rznacych viciously Majionga 麻将, as well as a few fishing enztuzjastow who sticks soaked with determination in the murky water of the pond in the hope of catching some creatures.
Photo: Mahjong is a game zahardowa, which gives itself passionately almost everyone, because not only that you spend time in the company, it is mentally stimulating and preventing dementia:
Photo: ... except for those who stimulates the observation of a stick in the water:
We were walking, we walked in the meantime, Mala M told me that she has a secret, and so I told him my mother is not a secret is such that she saw my mom yesterday to buy those eggs in the shop. Clever child, because her older brother, probably somewhere in the 12-13 years age has only just realized that the star of and hares is some fake.
Photo: In the park children can safely frolic, you can even break the tent:
We concluded the following joint, in which was moored - as has informed us bigger and better comfort-oriented - a torpedo-boat. Krzatalo them out before two young men, so we went to see whether the ship can enter. It turned out that he was somewhere in the distance of a half meter from the shore, and Mala M, be a bit troublesome jump on board. One of the boys walked to the edge, I asked him how he entered, and he jumped at it from. I told her that it is brave, because I fall into this dirty little liquid would be a nice pond. He said that the key psychological barrier to be exceeded. I say to him, as he puts it maybe it was jumped, but with their daughter rather not. For this boy, I should imagine that saves daughter from mortal danger, and the stroke can save lives for us. Because I have fairly poor imagination, resigned from the jump, the more that a little M already was somewhere in krzaczorach and collect chocolate eggs found there.
Photo: Torpedo also retired:
We went a bit further, in the woods a few people were standing motionless meditating and practicing the ancient Chinese qigong breathing gymnastics 气功. These exercises are often kind of Chinese people to escape from the rush and turmoil of everyday life, such escapism into the inner world.
Photo: meditation-breathing exercises in a quiet corner of the park:
Besides a girl sat on the grass and played the Chinese okarynie 埙 Xun. Xun is probably the oldest Chinese instrument, numbering five thousand years old, found in excavations in the Neolithic village of Banpo near Xi'anu 半坡 村. Instrument restored, reconstructed or techniques of games on it. His sound is very special, I will always remain in memory after many visits to the Temple of Confucius in Beijing, where his time for the visitors played the music band and solo Xuni was important part of their repertoire. The temple was a small shop sells Xuny, and helpful salesperson introduced to the secrets of games on it, suggesting that the first should be to practice extracting sounds from empty beer bottles. Tourist groups from the country, which drove there, took it to heart myself, compatriots began to learn from the preparatory work consisting in the emptying of bottles of beer.
Photo: Silence was broken only in the park sounds clay ocarinas Xun. Large M said that probably the girl chased the house to the park because no one could endure such squeals:
By the way in preparation for the Olympic team's closed down, a part of people moving to the shop next to the main hall of the temple, lost their entire site after renovations of its peculiar atmosphere. Instead of old age started to smell fresh paint, instead of the peace appeared amongst a lot of tour groups These temples on the occasion of his visit to lamajskiej Yonghegong 雍和宫 past, not change for the better.
Photo: Sheltered among blooming cherry trees:
Returning to visit in the park - Mala M collected the eggs, we passed more and admired the landscapes of the bridge, when suddenly on the shore did're looking for - one of the anglers caught something. Looking at Arch stick rod it was a large piece, which strongly fought for freedom and life. Zbieglismy of Mala M from the bridge, lest August przypatrzec process closely. Fish fought increasingly less distinct, in the end buddy lucky I pulled out of the water selector. Was some sort of strange, because I caught myself not too rylo, but somewhere the abdomen, apparently Chinese ascribe different fish.
Photo: Fish taken, giving rise to sensations and zadrosc. NB in \u200b\u200bthe middle of the pond is artificial fish, for those who only have luck in love:
Much of it was art, a few good pounds and 70cm in length, a great park carp. Angler threw it into the prepared before the sack of rice, will be dinner, though I know how life will be terribly Take the mud. Szanghajczycy love to freshwater fish and shrimp, which is quite incomprehensible to me, because they are bred in ponds and very smelly mud.
Photo: Proud angler-lucky:
Photo: ... and his prey already on the lawn:
Large M if you prepare a fish (which does unfortunately quite rare - exactly once a year on Christmas Eve), always a dozen or so hours I soaked in milk to neutralize the smell. These pubs are OK freshly prepared, but a little cool smell of mud is palpable. Not what we carp and other fish, not to mention your favorite herring, which here can only uswiadczyc jars sold in a small grocery store with the Ikea. Big J
not come into a little impatient, apparently in his hurry, he still had something to do in the shop with bicycle parts, so I slowly went to the exit. Passing next to the small white building 小白楼, in which the Yin Yu Tang, suggested we went inside. I want that Lesser M, which has abilities in music, assimilated with the place, maybe for a few years time we go to concerts. Big John's made its debut a few days ago, in four of his colleagues played a song on the awards ceremony in a competition film at the university. As we confided, is a central figure in the team as the holder of the only electric guitar among team members. Besides the four guitars in the band are two of his - another acoustic. Then we entered Yin Yu Tang, began with some sort of event under the sponsorship form "foreman Kang" 康师傅, a famous Chinese manufacturer of soft drinks and Chinese soups, but the people were little. NB do not buy any products of this company, as in past came to light, as is their drink Plum is produced somewhere deep in production, and lovely color of the brew, is produced by pouring ink painting.
Photo: View of the entrance to the park from the footbridge over the Tianshan Street Yan'anska down the major in the western part of Shanghai:
At the counter sat the head of the club, Zhang Haisheng 张海生, picturesque character, good guitarist and vocalist, Shanghai underground musical legend. Mala M fascinated his hair as he wears the long dreadlocki, so I told her that it is for deterrence, and the evil spirits in them lies his power and strength, so it was the Lesser M even more impressed, especially in connection with the spirits. Presented Zhangowi Big J as an outstanding young guitarist, suggesting that it may in the future might enable him to stage a performance at the club. Zhang smiled, let Big J practicing the guitar more, maybe it will grow some rocker, the trail is already a little frayed.
Then we passed by a footbridge over the street, bought some drinks, also, and came back home, after the phone to the grandparents in the country Chopin went to Big John himself, it got late, we took a bath Mala M and we finished the first day of the world.
the way of health and joy, and not only for Christmas, but in general for everyday!
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