Baden-Württemberg is located in southwest Germany, bordering France to the west and Switzerland to the south. The entire state is at the northern foot of the Alps, so the northern part of Baden-Württemberg is the Neckar River Plain, and the southern part gradually
Upward, at the end is the snow-capped Alps.
The capital of Baden-Württemberg is Stuttgart, and Tübingen is just 40 kilometers south of Stuttgart. More than 180 kilometers south along Tübingen is the picturesque world-famous city of Zurich.
After crossing Zurich and crossing the Alps by road, we arrived at Milan, the fashion capital of Italy.
Tübingen is the capital of the Tübingen administrative region under the state of Baden-Württemberg. However, there are almost no uninhabitable uninhabited areas in Germany, so Germany’s 80 million people live quite scattered, even in a place like Tübingen.
"City" has only a pitiful population of 80,000 people. No wonder some Chinese call it "Tucun".
What's even more pitiful is that these more than 80,000 people are not all residents of Tübingen, but more than 20,000 of them are students at the University of Tübingen from all over Germany and even the world.
Therefore, although Tübingen is a city established for more than 800 years, and many well-preserved buildings are even from five or six hundred years ago, it is a very young city. On the streets of this city, you can see everything
Almost all of them are young and energetic people.
On September 25, 2000, Wang Ai had finished reporting to the University of Tübingen in Germany. After meeting with Professor Schwartz, Professor Schwartz’s master’s student Leonie Hartmann took Wang Ai on a leisurely walk.
On the streets of Tübingen, while giving directions to Wang Ai, I took Wang Ai to the teaching building and dormitory of the Department of Philosophy. Anyway, the city is very small, about the size of a town in China.
Leonie Hartmann is a typical Germanic woman, with golden brown hair, tall figure, handsome and elegant appearance, and she loves to joke. She seems to be very curious about this little boy from afar. During the conversation between the two, more than half of the time it was Leonie Hartmann.
Oni is asking questions.
When passing an important church, Leonie had no intention of introducing it and instead kept asking questions. Wang Ai finally interrupted helplessly: "Leoni, don't you think you should give St. George's Church to me?"
Can you introduce me? This should still be a school classroom."
In the second year of his two-year National People's Congress career in China, Wang Ai consciously strengthened his German learning. With Huang Xin, an undergraduate majoring in German, Wang Ai's German can be spoken and written very proficiently after one year of study.
Leonie shrugged; "You already know that."
"Professor Schwartz asked you to be my tour guide!"
"You're going to live here for several years to come."
Well, Wang Ai was helpless. As a foreigner, he knew that what she said was reasonable, but he still wanted someone to introduce him to him. This would make him feel more at ease and strengthen his sense of belonging.
This elegant German girl put her arm around Wang Ai's shoulders: "Little brother, let's go to dinner!"
Under the bright sunshine in September, the colorful Tübingen looks like a city of flowers. Different from the common monotonous colors in Chinese countryside, this ancient old city prefers to paint the buildings with colorful colors.
The two followed the path in the city and crossed the small bridge over the Neckar River. Under the bridge was a long island in the middle of the river, and the island was a park. The river here had obviously been widened. The river flowed slowly, and a
A young German man stood on a small boat with pointed ends, holding on to the boat and carrying several tourists leisurely.
"There!" Leonie suddenly pointed to a domed tower: "Holderlin Tower!"
Just on the river bank, the ordinary tower with a black cone and a yellow cover is the historical allusion of the University of Tübingen, the residence of the great German poet Holderlin after his middle age, and the beacon of German literature. It is such an ordinary building.
architecture.
Crossing the Neckar River and walking into the small town of Tübingen, after a while of twists and turns, Leonie pointed to a Chinese restaurant not far ahead and said happily: "Let's go, junior students from China, let's eat
Chinese food!”
"Nanjing Hotel? Can I still eat Huaiyang cuisine in Germany?" Wang Ai became a little interested. When he was in China, he had been famous for the eight major cuisines. Unfortunately, he had stayed in the north for a long time and had almost never tasted other cuisines, especially those with elegant tastes.
Huaiyang cuisine is said to be the best for health.
The two entered the restaurant, and Leonie skillfully ordered two fried noodles with shredded pork, one sweet and sour pork, one stir-fried beef with broccoli, and one tomato soup. After ordering, she remembered that the person opposite was a pure Chinese.
…
"It's okay, it's okay. Guests are welcome to do as they please." Wang Ai waved his hand magnanimously, and at the same time muttered in his heart, fried noodles are easy to say, but is this dish a Jinling dish? Sour pork seems to be a Cantonese dish, as for the stir-fried broccoli
Beef, I’ve never heard of this.
After a while, three dishes and fried noodles arrived. Wang Ai took a few bites with serving chopsticks and put them on his plate. He tasted: Hey, it tastes good! It feels very familiar!
After walking for a long time, Wang Ai was also a little hungry. After eating for a long time, he suddenly felt something was wrong!
As a Northeasterner, how can I feel familiar when eating Jinling cuisine? Northeasterners tend to be salty, and Jiangsu dishes tend to be sweet and light at the same time. These dishes just suit my taste, which is wrong! Also, this bowl is red.
Is it "tomato soup"?
Wang Ai tasted it: sesame eggs, isn’t this just ketchup soaked in boiling water?
"How's it going? This is the most authentic Chinese restaurant in the city!" Leonie said excitedly.
Wang Ai looked around. The decoration did have a bit of Chinese flavor, with carved beams and painted buildings, small bridges and flowing water. Chinese signs were everywhere, and even the waiters were Chinese. But the dish tasted quite in line with the taste of a Northeastern person anyway, but it was authentic.
It's definitely out of the question.
"I think it's okay, it tastes very smooth." Wang Ai replied.
"It's delicious, isn't it? But, it's not authentic?" Leonie was keenly aware of Wang Ai's unfinished intention.
Wang Ai took a sip of the "tomato sauce soup" and nodded: "China has eight major cuisines. China is as big as Europe combined, so the flavors of the food in each place are very different, just like German food and French food.
The difference between British food and Italian food. I am from the Northeast of China. The area of Northeast China is more than twice that of Germany, but the latitude is almost the same, so I eat German food very easily, such as pork, sausages, sauerkraut, and vermicelli, which you Germans love
Northeastern people also love to eat. But Northeastern cuisine is not up to the eight major cuisines. The restaurant we visited today should be Jiangsu cuisine, called Jiangsu cuisine. The taste and dishes should not be like this. So, you can think
This Chinese restaurant sells Chinese food, but it’s not authentic.”
"Germany is so small?" Leonie asked in surprise, touching the curved thumb and index finger of her left hand to indicate.
Wang Ai slapped his forehead and muttered in Chinese: "What is this German girl listening to?"
"I'm kidding you, you Chinese kid!" Leonie laughed and pointed at the stunned Wang Ai.
German big girl VS Chinese kid, very symmetrical, right?
But the question is, how did Leoni understand Wang Ai’s Chinese?
This chapter has been completed!