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My special Travel to South City Park in Wuhu
My special Travel to South City Park in Wuhu
I’d like to talk a park which I often went to. My hometown is a relatively smaller city by Chinese standard, so it didn’t have many parks around, but there is this park only 15 minutes’ bike ride away from my home. It used to have a plain name South City Park, suggesting its geographical location in the south of the city. However, actually it was the old residence of the magistrate in Qing Dynasty who was in charge of the management affairs of the Grand Canal which flows through my hometown. That is why when there were many traditional buildings in the park dating back two hundred years ago. There are slant-roofed buildings, a pavilion in the lake which is connected to the bank by zigzagging pathways and a stone boat with a tiny two-storey house on the boat. This park reminds me of the traditional Chinese gardens in Soochow, which for many tourists to China, have become a must-see sight. Whenever I went to the park, I would climb the rockery in the garden, which is a monumental one compared to other rockeries. I still remember that when I was little, I stood in awe of the gigantic rockery. Even by today’s standard, it is a huge one, standing with a height of a roughly 6-story residential building. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that people living in ancient times could have built such a structurally sound rockery which has been standing for two hundred years. I would literally climb all the way up to the peak, with my father pulling me before and my mother pushing my buttocks behind me. Only with their help can I scale up the rockery. I could still remember the trepidation with which I looked over the edge of the peak and into the abyss below. As I said, there were not many parks in my hometown, so although this park is now listed as a world cultural heritage site along with other sites along the Grand Canal, back then, it even had a noisy children’s playground which has been long gone since. I remember the excitement I had when I went there with my parents. Once again, I suffered another bout of cowardice when I played the slide. There were two ways to go up there, one by stairs the other by the vertical ladders. As much as I admire chirldren who climbed up there, I didn’t muster enough courage to do it myself.
I’d like to talk a park which I often went to. My hometown is a relatively smaller city by Chinese standard, so it didn’t have many parks around, but there is this park only 15 minutes’ bike ride away from my home. It used to have a plain name South City Park, suggesting its geographical location in the south of the city. However, actually it was the old residence of the magistrate in Qing Dynasty who was in charge of the management affairs of the Grand Canal which flows through my hometown. That is why when there were many traditional buildings in the park dating back two hundred years ago. There are slant-roofed buildings, a pavilion in the lake which is connected to the bank by zigzagging pathways and a stone boat with a tiny two-storey house on the boat. This park reminds me of the traditional Chinese gardens in Soochow, which for many tourists to China, have become a must-see sight. Whenever I went to the park, I would climb the rockery in the garden, which is a monumental one compared to other rockeries. I still remember that when I was little, I stood in awe of the gigantic rockery. Even by today’s standard, it is a huge one, standing with a height of a roughly 6-story residential building. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that people living in ancient times could have built such a structurally sound rockery which has been standing for two hundred years. I would literally climb all the way up to the peak, with my father pulling me before and my mother pushing my buttocks behind me. Only with their help can I scale up the rockery. I could still remember the trepidation with which I looked over the edge of the peak and into the abyss below. As I said, there were not many parks in my hometown, so although this park is now listed as a world cultural heritage site along with other sites along the Grand Canal, back then, it even had a noisy children’s playground which has been long gone since. I remember the excitement I had when I went there with my parents. Once again, I suffered another bout of cowardice when I played the slide. There were two ways to go up there, one by stairs the other by the vertical ladders. As much as I admire chirldren who climbed up there, I didn’t muster enough courage to do it myself.
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