Longquan West Street Fortune Telling _ Where does Longquan have a fortune teller?

It was late autumn when I arrived in Yangshuo, and I chose a hotel far from the street-Gu Rong Villa. This name sounds good, and it feels like a medieval manor in Europe, which is desirable.

The next morning, I couldn't wait to walk out of the hotel, only to find that there were no ancient banyan trees here, but I was surprised to see a river in front of the hotel.

I hurried over and found that the river was unusually clear and foggy, accompanied by green grass and fresh forest-like air, as if I were in Penglai fairyland. Yangshuo is really a good place, no wonder everyone says it is the back garden of Shenzhen.

When we arrived in Yangshuo, we had to visit West Street. After breakfast, we quickly went to West Street.

Although it is already late autumn, West Street is still crowded with tourists, many of whom are blond foreigners. Entering West Street is like entering another world. The floor is square slate, and there are some shops, hotels, bars, restaurants or cafes that look retro on both sides.

During the day, West Street is more lively, and the shops on both sides of West Street sell more distinctive things. Many of them are clothes with national characteristics and some imitations similar to antiques, with special shapes and vivid images that people can't put down.

Some folk artists from all over the country also showed some of their skills in West Street, including people who play flute and cucurbit silk. I saw them wearing cowboy hats, retro clothes with buttons and musical instruments hanging around their waists. As they walk and blow, they stop when they are interested and bargain with foreign tourists in broken English.

If they sell musical instruments, they will seriously teach tourists how to play, one by one. If customers learn well, they will nod happily: "Yes, yes, yes." If they can't play well, they will shake their heads like rattles and say, "No, no, no, no". They can't wait to stick their mouths on each other.

Besides flute players, there are fortune tellers. One of the old people was ruddy, with white hair and a unique hairpin on his head. He can't tell how old he is, but his face is ruddy and white. He is wearing a black suit with buttons and a pair of black cloth shoes. He looks very special, just like a Taoist who just came down from Wutai Mountain, and he has a fairy spirit. I don't know if he is right, but this dress has successfully attracted people's attention.

The west street at night is special. When the weather is fine, bosses will put tables and chairs in front of their shops, and some even light candles to create a romantic and harmonious atmosphere.

Many foreign tourists just sit there and order a cup of coffee or a cup of red Mary, chatting with friends while drinking. It's very exotic here, just like in a small town in Europe.

At this time, I found a blond male tourist sitting alone in a chair drinking coffee. As soon as I saw that the opportunity was rare and it was time to practice my spoken English, I got the nerve to say hello.

After talking, it turned out that the young man came from France and worked as a hotel waiter in France. He told me that he likes traveling very much. He only works for half a year, and then spends half a year traveling. He has been to many countries, which makes me envious.

Walking in West Street every day, I know many foreign tourists, among whom John from America is a retired American Marine. John, who is over 60 years old, looks older than his actual age. His long white hair is tied behind his head, and his tall and fat figure looks awkward.

At first, I noticed John because his clothes were very different: he wore a green military hat, a red five-pointed star on his head, a white ponytail, a military green coat and a pair of American soldiers' boots, which looked neither fish nor fowl. Whenever John walks on West Street, people often stop to watch and become a unique scenery in West Street.

John traveled to China alone. He was very lonely. I often chat with two other boys, Jack and Lucy, who come to West Street to learn English.

The three of us and John eat from this restaurant in West Street to that restaurant every day and talk while eating. John's American English has a strong local accent and slang, sometimes he doesn't understand it, but we are glad to have the opportunity to practice our spoken English.

After dinner, we have to pay quickly. John quickly reached out a big hand to stop us, and the other hand fumbled from the innermost pocket and took out a wallet with a long rope tied to it.

He opened his wallet, showed us a neat row of hundred-dollar bills and said, "I am poor in the United States, but I am rich in China." We will stop fighting with him and satisfy his overwhelming sense of superiority.

In West Street, I also met Johnson from Canada. Johnson is definitely a scenic spot on West Street. He is in his forties, thin, with long braids hanging down to his hips.

He is a teacher in a foreign language school in West Street. When he is free, he often carries a guitar he calls "baby" and goes to some hotels in West Street to eat and sing. He plays his own songs and looks like a singer.

At that time, I was in a particularly good mood every day, and it was easy to laugh. Johnson always asks me why I am so happy. I said, as long as there is food for the next meal, I will be happy.

Although Johnson is not young, he is sometimes funny and often does things that make people laugh and cry. One night, I went back to the hotel and met him on the way. We just walked together.

Walking, he suddenly squatted down in front of me. I still don't understand what's going on He pulled me onto his shoulder, picked me up and ran. Angry and anxious, I quickly told him to stop and put me down. Pedestrians on the road kept staring at us and thought we were lovers fighting.

After staying in Yangshuo for quite a long time, I shuttled through the antique West Street every day, having tea and chatting with tourists from all over the world, and found myself a little reluctant to leave.

I'm not the only one who feels this way. A German tourist also lingered in Yangshuo West Street for a long time. We often meet in West Street.

One day we met again in the street of Yangshuo. When chatting, he asked me, "Are you local?"

"yes." I wish I were from Yangshuo.

"Then you are lucky. This is really a good place! " He said enviously.

Yes, West Street is an unforgettable place. Many foreign tourists don't want to leave after staying.

There are two French restaurants on the street of West Street, which are run by two French people. Their lovers are local women in Yangshuo. They love this paradise as much as the locals in Yangshuo, so deeply rooted in this land, so thorough and so willing!