Arriving in Fukuoka

Arriving in Fukuoka at dusk, the lights were like stars falling on the earth, and the city slowly woke up in the night. Strolling to the Nakasu street, the steam was steaming, reflecting the warm lights; the dialect voices of the stall owners scooping soup were one after another, like intimate whispers. A bowl of rich Hakata pork bone ramen went down my throat, as if holding the warmth and fireworks of the whole city in my palm. The next morning, I visited Dazaifu Tenmangu Shrine. The vermilion torii stood solemnly, the ancient plums on both sides of the stone path quietly exhaled fragrance, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the quietness spread. Touching the back of the thousand-year-old stone beast, the fingertips touched not only the slight coolness, but also the heavy precipitation of years. Before leaving, I climbed the stairs and took a bite of the warm plum cake. The sweet and delicate bean paste melted on the tip of my tongue, as if holding the gentle soul of Fukuoka. Outside the window of the plane on the way back, the colorful city lights in the twilight gradually shrank into a flowing sea of ​​light. Fukuoka, this land, has quietly painted a vivid Ukiyo-e in my heart - the bustle of the city and the quietness of the shrine are intertwined, like floating light and shadow, silently soaking every line of memory. "," "rich Hakata pork bone ramen," "vermilion torii," "quiet meaning" and other concrete descriptions, as well as the metaphor of "Ukiyo-e", vividly convey the unique style of Fukuoka.