No wonder Shandong belongs to East China; it’s because of Jinan.
The water here is clearer and more crystal-like than that of Jiangnan, truly deserving its reputation as the pinnacle of the "Little Jiangnan of the North." Such beauty in Jinan can only be rivaled by Jiangnan on a rainy day.
It’s hard to imagine that in Shandong, where people hold green onions in one hand and pancakes in the other, there exists such graceful scenery. Just as Jinan gave birth to the bold and heroic Xin Qiji, who wrote, “Drunk, I light the lamp to gaze at my sword, dreaming of the horn calls from the camps,” it also nurtured the delicate and lyrical Li Qingzhao, who penned, “Do you know, do you know? It should be green leaves lush and red flowers thin.”







