Traveling with RMB

Dear friend,do you know? Each banknote on the Chinese yuan can be seen as a train ticket, carrying people through the mountains and rivers of time. When the landscape bought for ten yuan unfolds before my eyes, and when the ink wash of twenty yuan blends under the bamboo raft, the scenery printed on the ticket is waiting to be repainted with the smoke and fire of the market

Kuimen: a kingdom bought for ten yuan

As they boarded the ship carrying ten yuan bills, the river was pouring water into Kui Gate in a swirling motion. The cliffs on both sides were tightly packed, and the boatman smiled with a pipe in his mouth, saying, "This mountain is the debris of the Jade Emperor chopping wood and falling into the Yangtze River, which has grown into a door bolt." The river wind wrapped itself in water foam and rushed towards his face, blowing the banknotes in his hand with a loud sound. When he looked up, the folds on the stone walls were perfectly matched with the patterns of the banknotes - it turned out that the mountains and rivers had long been turned into anti-counterfeiting lines.

As the ship passed by the White Emperor City, the mother-in-law selling liangfen squatted on the stone steps and shouted, "Liu Bei cried here back then, tears of water could pickle three jars of kimchi!" Scooping a spoonful of red oil chili mixed with liangfen made her tongue tingle with the spiciness, more memorable for the Three Kingdoms than the faded flags and banners at the end of the city.

Li River: Ink wash ledger on bamboo raft

The twenty yuan banknote was soaked in the water vapor of the Li River, and it collapsed and stuck in my pocket. The man supporting the bamboo raft treads water barefoot, and with just a few bamboo poles, the mountain shadow shatters into a river full of jade.

At noon, when we arrived to eat Rice noodles, the landlady's gesture of scooping up sour bamboo shoots was like an inscription on a landscape painting. Don't be fooled by the beauty of this mountain. Back then, Liu Sanjie cursed the wealthy and her songs were even more sour than bamboo shoots! "After finishing her noodles, she borrowed her bamboo chair to take a nap. In her dream, a fisherman with a face value of 20 yuan came to beg for tea money by rowing a bamboo raft.

Potala Palace: The Golden Top of Crispy Tea Brewing

The sunshine in Lhasa city can make a fifty yuan banknote shine with a crispy aroma. The old lady who was spinning the sutras handed over a piece of milk residue, and the temperature of the spinning tube at her fingertips was even hotter than the golden roof of the Potala Palace. When climbing the palace wall and panting heavily, the young man selling prayer flags joked, "High altitude sickness? This is a bodhisattva consecrating you

At dusk, squatting on Yaowang Mountain, taking a reflection, with white walls and red tiles soaking in the Lhasa River in the frame, swaying like a bowl of sweet tea. The uncle who took the photo next door suddenly took out 50 yuan to compare it: "Look! Even the cloud pleats are exactly the same as the face of the ticket!"

Mount Taishan: eighteen plates of pancakes

A five yuan banknote stuffed into a hiking stick strap is more effective than a talisman. At the red gate of Mount Taishan Mountain at ten o'clock at night, the flashlights are running up in a string. Old Zhang, the mountain climber, was carrying two baskets of mineral water with a creaking pole. "Young man, don't worry, the eighteen steps are enough for you to count until dawn." The dew on the stone steps under his feet was illuminated by the moonlight.

The wind expert from Nantianmen stole hats, but blew the cloud sea of the Jade Emperor's roof into his arms. Touching out the crumpled five yuan ticket, I found an orange cat squatting next to the "Five Sacred Mountains Sovereign" stone carving, lazily serving as a living reference for tourists.

West Lake: Tea Account of Three Pools Imprinting the Moon

The one yuan coin in my pocket collided with the Three Pools Stone Pagoda with a clinking sound. The boatwoman rowed across Xiaoyingzhou, and the Nine Curve Bridge cut her reflection into tea leaves.

At noon, when climbing up the building outside the building to eat West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce, the waiter said, "First dip in ginger vinegar juice, and then taste the fresh and sweet fish." Sure enough, the slight acid in one mouthful rushed into the mouth, complementing the freshness and tenderness of the fish.

After dinner, I took a sightseeing bus and waited until the shadow of the Leifeng Pagoda tilted, then crawled into the old tea shop at the foot of the lonely mountain. The hot air from the mouth of the purple clay teapot wrapped around the raindrops, and the accountant's gesture of calculating was like counting a stone tower - ding dong three times, one pot of tea per month in one pond, just enough to fill three steel coins.

Return journey: Mountains and rivers in the wallet

The train clanged through the night and found a change bag: water stains in Kuimen, bamboo chips in Lijiang River, butter prints in Potala Palace, pancake dregs in Mount Taishan Mountain, tea stains in the West Lake... These pieces are more vivid than scenic spots.

Now I knows,the most beautiful scenery is not in the viewfinder, but in the folds of the city and mountains and rivers