When talking about Harbin, the first thing I think of is its "unique": China's first century-old transnational railway, the Middle East Railway, extends with old stories; China's first century-old Orthodox church, Hagia Sophia, the cathedral, has a dome that reflects the morning light, and white doves pass by into romantic totem. It is the only city in the country that uses ice sculptures as its soul. The world of ice and snow in winter shines fairy tales into reality; it is also a unique city of music, with street piano sounds and "Harbin Summer" concerts soaking the entire city. "Little Paris in the East" Central Street, stepping on bread stone to see European spire, and taking photos at will are all popular products in the circle of friends.
But Harbin's goodness is far more than labels. As an underrated provincial capital, it does not compete for economic hard indicators, but it does "living comfortably" to the extreme. The consumption is not high, and I buy a pile of vegetables for a few dozen yuan in the morning market, and I can eat a barbecue for a hundred yuan; the river wind penetrates the city, and the green plants on both sides of the Songhua River are full of green plants, so it is refreshing in summer; people are even warmer - last time I asked for directions, the old man not only pointed out the direction but also told me to avoid blocking the road; when I buy sesame cakes in the morning market, the stall owner waited for two more minutes and gave an extra half fried dough stick, which warmed my heart.
Urban planning also hides care: 30 minutes from Jiangnan to Jiangbei to travel freely, without traffic lights; ten lanes of crossing the river bridge in both directions, less congestion during rush hour in the morning and evening. The residential buildings are wide, so opening the windows is a good view; the quality of houses in the old and new communities is solid, and living in a down-to-earth manner.
The days here are filled with poetry. At five or six o'clock in the morning, the tofu brain is steaming in the morning market, the fragrance of sauerkraut buns is far away, and the shouting bargaining is the overture of life; at six or seven o'clock in the evening, the barbecue stalls are fireworks, friends sit around, the grilled skewers are oiled and beer clinking, and the fun is full of fun. On weekends, I drove by Sun Island, took a cruise ship to blow the river breeze and had a picnic on the lawn, children chased the white pigeons, and the elderly baskated in the sun and chatted, which was comfortable and comfortable.
There are often surprises on the streets: singers in Central Street play old songs, painters in Sofia Square sketches, and art is integrated into daily life. Just as the photographer said: Harbin’s beauty is not only the landscape architecture, but also the warmth that cannot be seen between people - the kindness of strangers, the righteousness of neighbors, and the enthusiasm of familiarity.
In Harbin in September, the sky is clear and the air is clear, the wind is refreshing, and the leaves are gradually yellowing, which is a good time. If you want to escape from the Neichuan, you will stay here for a few days: you don’t need to check in the attractions, eat a bowl of hot tofu brain in the morning market, take a walk along the Songhua River, and sit in the barbecue stall in the evening to listen to locals chatting. You will find that what is most touching is never the halo of "China's No. 1", but the solid and warm authenticity of life in the fireworks and in people's hearts.
Have you been to Harbin? What are the most unforgettable morning market fireworks, evening breezes by the river, or the romance of Hagia Sophia? Talk in the comment area~
