Its history can be traced back to the Southern Song Dynasty. At that time, Qiu Chuji Taoist, one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, was ordered by Genghis Khan to preach in Xinjiang. When passing by, he saw its peculiar landforms and excellent geomantic omen, and decided to build a Eight Diagrams Array here. After three years, the prototype of the design draft began to appear. Later, Qiu Zongjun and others integrated into the concept of western garden city, and the perfect design was completed in 1936.
After the completion of Bagua City, there are many magical legends. Among them, there is a short story to illustrate. An overweight truck passed an intersection and saw a traffic policeman, so it turned and saw another traffic policeman. It turned again and again and turned all night, but it actually saw the same traffic policeman. Later, it spread locally and became an anecdote.
I came to this city to appreciate its charm. It's not too long to walk around the center of gossip, but it's easy to get lost if there are no road signs.
There are golden railings on the roadside, I ching patterns on lamp posts and Tai Chi patterns on manhole covers. All buildings have their own rules. Turn a circle, go to the local characteristic tourist destination, and get out of the street. Every street has an exotic name, and the graffiti on the wall is the scene of people's daily life here. Every store has the owner's special taste, and most of them are opened by local people. The ornaments, costumes and smiles on the girl's head complement each other, and the young man on the kebab dances enthusiastically. There are fruit trees in every yard. A handful of seeds can grow an orchard here. The host of each family is very hospitable. They will invite tourists to taste the fruit just picked. You can also reach out and pick those sweet fruits yourself. Sweet and fresh fruits and hospitable people are the best in this land.
There is no business pomp, no work worries, no complicated interpersonal relationships. Some are just the bustling pedestrians in the street. They take pictures and eat special snacks. Three or five people greeted each other, and the locals enthusiastically introduced the scenic spots here and ended the tour.
I sat in the shop eating roast mutton and drinking milk tea. It seems that jing elder brother came from a distance in a bloody BMW.