Fuzhou Travel Notes (2) Shangxiahang

By the way, I returned to Dongjiexiang Hotel from Shangteng Subway Station. I sat in the room, looking at the three lanes and seven alleys downstairs and the Fuzhou cityscape in the distance. I ate noodles packed in the mall. There were no glass buildings in Fuzhou outside the window. At first glance, it looks like Osaka. There have been too many analyzes about Fuzhou City in Fujian Province, so I won’t quote them all here. There is a stone road lined with ancient houses on the right side under the knees, which is the South Back Street. In 1936, when Yu Dafu was working in Fuzhou, She often looks for used books on this street. Yu Dafu said that she is a weak woman...😂😂😂

The weak woman has now become an old man who needs to take a nap. She slept until she was in a daze. Her roommate came back and said that public toilets in Fuzhou come with toilet paper, but it is not stored in the cubicle, but at the gate, and facial recognition is required. There are only three pieces of paper for each face recognition, and each face can only be recognized once an hour. The weak woman woke up laughing.

There were so many cousins in my roommate that they all wanted to come over for a chat at five o'clock. The weak woman didn't want to socialize. In the room where the curtains were drawn and the only sound was snoring, she picked up her clothes and shoes and tiptoed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then turned on the flashlight. I went back to the bedside table and found my glasses, cell phone, camera, gloves, scarf, mask, room card one by one like a treasure hunt, and my feet felt oily.

Riding a bicycle south along the 817th Road, I was going to visit Shangxiahang. In the early years, Shangxiahang was the commercial center and shipping terminal of Fuzhou. Four kilometers were marked on the map. It felt like it took me a long time to get there. It can be seen that after sneaking out, every time Seconds are quite precious~