The words of Ningbo tour guide "When the sea decides, it will be Boning", which is the origin of the name of this coastal city.
Ningbo twenty years ago was not a bustling city, but a fishing village. I believe that hardworking and wealthy Ningbo people choose to go to sea more, and it is inevitable that some people will never come back after the storm at sea. What Ningbo people who do cross-sea business want most is the safety of people who go to sea. It can be seen that the word "Ningbo" has the meaning of blessing. Perhaps, this is just a tour guide's rhetoric to tourists, or just a rumor. Anyway, cities with stories are always more curious and yearning.
In my opinion, the best way to feel the unique flavor of a city and touch its unique spirituality is to "walk alone" quietly in the middle of a crowded city. Slowly, walk at its busy crossroads and walk in its colorful alleys or streets. Just take a bus or a crowd and listen to their dialects; Or sit in a corner and quietly look at the tall buildings outside the window.
Perhaps the most prosperous place in Ningbo is the Old Bund. When I first arrived in Ningbo, this was the first stop my friend took me to play. The night view of the Bund is really charming. Whenever night falls, it is located on the north bank of Yongjiang, Yaojiang and Fenghua, as if it were a woman in colorful clothes, and it is definitely a charming city. And the Bund Bridge next to it is like her silver hairpin. The neon lights on the shore set off on the water surface of Yongjiang River, which seemed to be a kind of light sleepless night. There are countless bars, large and small, by the river, where there are all kinds of music, including jazz, heavy metal, rock and light music. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, this bar street is already bustling. Besides us yellow people, there are black people and white people. Maybe, when you say that, you will think it's a mess and crazy here. In fact, you can also go to Starbucks to have a frappuccino and be a literary youth. You can also hold the railing on the shore, blow the gentle river wind, look at the stars in the sky or look at the cruise ship in the distance. If you don't think it's quiet enough and literary enough, take a bus to Nantang Old Street.
My friend said that the subway will arrive in ten minutes. Obviously, this is not the way I feel about the city. Choosing public transportation seems to bring us closer to the city. The air in Ningbo is quite good, a little humid, breathing out of the window, faint osmanthus fragrance. When you arrive at Nantang Old Street, the style here is different. Although antique and crowded, it is more of an ancient rhyme with a lonely taste. Just that the Bund is a charming bride, more like a young girl. There are ancient buildings on both sides of the old street, selling all kinds of snacks, including Taiwan Province snacks, Xinjiang barbecues, Hunan Hunan cuisine, and Korean, Korean and Japanese delicacies. Looking up is a colorful oiled paper umbrella. I think maybe one day it will rain in Mao Mao, and there will be a girl like lilac walking in the rain lane of Nantang.
In today's Ningbo, bustling and noisy coexist with ancient rhyme and humanity. She seems to be covered with a mysterious veil in the moonlight, which makes you and me linger.