"In Chengdu, time is meant to be wasted—

The neon lights of Chunxi Road have just kissed the evening breeze, and the hot pot restaurant at the alley's entrance is wafting the aroma of beef tallow. The covered bowl tea in the old tea house is still steaming, and the sound of mahjong from the next table has already sparked a lively atmosphere.

You can count the time under the red lanterns in Jinli, step on stories on the blue bricks of Kuanzhai Alley, or suddenly turn into an unnamed alley, captivated by the aroma of a bowl of dandan noodles.

The romance of Chengdu is the laziness of giant pandas munching on bamboo, the casual performances of street artists, and no matter when you come, there is always a lamp and a bowl of hot soup waiting for you to slowly enjoy.

So, don’t rush, come to Chengdu, and live your days like a poem.