Cardamom Ci

A long time ago, there was a very peaceful little town. The wind here is quiet, the rain is calm, and the clouds flowing over the small town are also leisurely. The small town used to be a wharf on a big river. It has alleys paved with bluestone strips, polished smooth by countless sandals, and will give off a round luster like jade when it gets wet in the rain. On both sides of the deep alley are tall and ancient pavilions and shops, with dark tiles and roof ridges. In the center of the small town, there are some lively teahouses and restaurants, with wine flags and cooking brooms hanging high. There are also streams of people, but most of them are silent and leisurely. They sip hot tea at the old wooden table with a deep luster. The freshly steamed snacks emit fragrant white mist, blurring people's faces and dotting one ordinary day after another.