一场连绵十余天的雨,刚刚离去,此刻,大连的天空,天高云淡,沿海城市独有的清新融进清朗的风里,席卷每一位初至大连的旅人。闭上眼睛,清浅而舒缓的深呼吸,仿佛是对近在咫尺的大海的感应。大连的生活节奏是慢慢的、缓缓的,没有车辆的川流不息,没有路人的行色匆匆,倒是路旁的行道树遮天蔽日,掩盖了建筑,绿了一座城市。偶尔的一次散步,发现一条名叫“即墨路”的小道,转身走进去,七弯八拐,竟误入大连的老城区。两三层高的小楼,斑驳的墙灰,茶馆门口烧在煤 A rain of more than ten days, just left, at the moment, Dalian sky, sky clear, the unique coastal city into the fresh and clean wind, sweeping every traveler to Dalian. Close your eyes, clear and soothing deep breath, as if the proximity of the sea’s proximity. Dalian’s pace of life is slow, slow, no steady stream of vehicles, no passers-by hurry, but added trees next to the road, cover up the building, a green city. Occasionally a walk, found a named “Jimo Road ” trail, turned and walked in, seven corners and eight Shui, actually strayed into the old city of Dalian. Twenty-three storey building, mottled gray walls, teahouse door burning in the coal