Parks can be found everywhere in Rosting City. Community parks, church parks and even private parks are hidden among the streets and alleys, corners that are almost forgotten by human footprints. Sometimes when you turn a corner, you inadvertently break into these quiet and quiet places.
fields, see pine, chestnut and sour pear trees flourishing in the natural habitat given by the city.
The existence of the park actually gives the city a richer history.
Statistics show that there are still 218 medieval park sites left in the city. They have always been ignored. Even though Rosting has become a well-known tourist city today, there are very few outside tourists.
Leave your footprints here. After the reconstruction and construction of the city, these ancient parks have shown a more unique temperament. Only locals who have lived in Rosting City for more than thirty years can say that
Find out the meaning behind them.
The oak trees that stand at the "end of the world" in Hyde Park once listened to the melodious flutes of shepherds. At that time, the pastoral areas outside the city had not yet moved from the southern foothills of the Thorson Mountains to the vast wilderness of today; the largest St. Kelles in the city
Behind the church lies the great Meadville Park, where the poet de Sessel saw the dark night walking towards the woodland with endless moonlight; the City Square Park is home to tens of thousands of white-fronted sparrows, which dates back three hundred years.
After a flash of lightning, people saw the carcasses of birds covering the green space of the park. They felt pitiful and experienced an unparalleled shock in life...
The unique temperament of city parks provides different profiles of city blocks. If you are willing to calm down and observe carefully, you may be able to understand this sentence written by Barcelo Camuel in his diary in the mid-18th century.
What exactly it means: “I remember Rustin as a city of parks, with Hyde Park waking me up to early morning birdsong, Meadvale Park home to poetry, and Hoxton Gardens being the quietest… very few people passed by.
, except during festivals."
Travelers who have not been able to get the answer and are still confused about the way forward sometimes need a place for recreation, contemplation and resolution. The city park just meets this need. Without spending too much time, they can easily find a place on Sherrill Street.
Behind a certain house, I found a small hidden park.
The grass and bushes grew vigorously, and colorful fallen leaves covered the ground. Solidified bird droppings fell on the wooden bench. A golden-haired maid wiped it clean after suppressing her nausea, then sat down carefully, and then met with Maitien.
Sharing that she bought a traditional delicacy in Rosting from the street - a three-layer thick flavored lamb pie.
The outer layer is made of crisp and refreshing vegetables. The cucumbers are sliced into slices and placed close to the thin pie crust. It is sour and appetizing when you bite into it. The middle layer is lamb roasted until golden brown and sprinkled with cumin and sesame powder. It has a delicious taste.
Fat but not greasy, the juice is rich and mellow, making people want to stop. The innermost layer is a secret sauce. It is said that the raw materials are taken from the most common plants near Rosting City. Because there are so many types, the selection is different for each vendor.
There are subtle differences in the sauces. Like the one Alice bought, it focuses on salty and spicy flavors. The stimulation from plant spices washes the taste buds on the tongue, bringing a luxurious enjoyment comparable to palace dishes.<
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Alice took a big bite and praised while chewing: "It's so good!"
In comparison, Metien was much more gentle. He held the paper bag with both hands to prevent the juice inside from spilling out. He took small bites of the pie, chewed it carefully and then swallowed it. Then he narrowed his eyes and made a face.
A happy expression appeared on his face: "It's really delicious. What the travel magazine said is right. When you come to Rosting City, you have to try the local mutton pie!"
As she said that, she raised her head and stared at her brother's back with her sparkling eyes: "Linge, come and have one too!"
At this time, the young man was standing on the withered leaves on the ground, looking at the tall old trees in front of him in trance. After hearing his sister's voice, he shook his head: "No, I'm not hungry yet."
"But, it's already noon." Medien pouted, feeling that his brother's answer was perfunctory.
Alice guessed the reason why Ringer had no intention of filling his stomach: "Are you still thinking about the 'Fairy Sleep' hotel?"
Ringer didn't answer, which was regarded as acquiescence.
"Don't think so much, there will always be a way. If it doesn't work, just wait for Saint Xalia to come to us on her own initiative. She was the one who invited us here, so naturally she has to be responsible." Alice said.
Chewing pie in his mouth, he said inarticulately: "We have to fill our stomachs now, and we will have the strength to act later. Besides, we are here for a trip, and you should be happy. Come on, smile for me."
See?"
Ringer didn't laugh, he couldn't laugh.
In other words, Alice, a careless maid, would forget her original purpose and think that she was really on a trip. In fact, in Ringer's mind, the real purpose of this trip was to solve a huge problem. p>
It doesn't matter if the golden apple, which symbolizes the power of destiny, falls into anyone's hands, but it should not be left here.
After all, he never wanted to be the protagonist of fate.
The young man raised his head and stared quietly at the palm-shaped leaves, only to realize that he was in front of him a typical Rosting sycamore. It is composed of the "Soussen sycamore" from the Soussen Mountains and the "Soussen sycamore" from Mindelia.
A new species obtained from the hybridization of Sri Lanka's "Oriental Platanus" is now the most widely distributed tree species in the city. They can be seen on almost every street and in every park, and the spectacular scenery of the yellow leaves in autumn is no less impressive.
As for the "City of Sycamores" Mirhail in the White City-State Republic, some poets believe that they give Rustin a "solemn silence" and "bleak romance".
The sycamore tree in front of him was particularly tall, at least fifty yards high. The tree's shade almost covered the sky in the entire park. The carpet of fallen leaves under Lin Ge's feet probably came from the tall dead leaves on this tree.
Branch.
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Such a tall sycamore may have been planted when this street was first built, and it has grown to its present size after a long period of growth. In this way, it is not difficult to understand the origin of the word sycamore in the "Fairy and Sycamore" street.
Bye.
As for the goblins, we won’t know until we find the hotel.
Ringer also felt a little hungry at this time. He thought, if he didn't ask Alice to get a pie to eat now, would he be able to eat it later? At this time, he suddenly heard Metien saying "Yeah" in a somewhat awkward tone.
Surprise and confusion.
"What's the matter, Metien?" He turned around and asked, and Alice on the side also echoed greasily: "What's the matter, Metien? Are you choking? Do you want a drink of water?"
"No, I didn't choke. I just seemed to see something flying behind the leaves of the tree..." Medien's tone was hesitant, as if he was not sure.
The tree she was talking about was the ancient sycamore tree that Ringer was facing now.
"Illusion?"
Alice tilted her head: "Is it a sparrow or a squirrel? The green environment here is so good, it is normal for small animals to appear."
"But," Medien ignored the half-eaten pie in his hand and stared at a branch on the tree, with the colorful shadows of the tree reflected in his emerald eyes, "how do I feel that it's still there?"
Are you looking at me?"
Linge naturally believed his sister's words. He also raised his head and stared at the branch without any deviation in his gaze. This gaze was calm and plain, just like he had stared at the believers below on the altar of Tianxin Church. Alice was infected by the serious expressions of the two. The maid thought for a moment, then quietly put her hands on the SLP game console and cassette hanging on the belt around her waist, secretly preparing herself.
These two things restored their energy while the train was running and can now be used normally. If something unexpected happens, they are the only ones you can rely on.
The atmosphere became silent, and occasionally the wind blew by, stirring the dead branches and leaves on the ground, making rustling sounds together with the trees.
Suddenly, a leaf on the branch trembled strangely.
"You——"
A soft and thin voice came, like a cub that had summoned up the courage to contact humans, and asked curiously: "Is this the guest introduced by Xiaoxia?"