Charm of the Black Forest in Germany

The Cuckoo Clock is calling

　　The car drove for ten hours and entered the mountainous area at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. The coniferous forests were full of mountains and plains, dark, dark and light green were interdependent. So refreshing. This is the Black Forest in Germany.
　　At four o’clock, we arrived at Titi Lake, which is named because of its small size, like small water droplets. At the beginning of getting off the bus, a small and delicate green water, such as green emeralds embedded in the surrounding green mountains, colorful yachts, sailboats, and peculiarly-shaped hotels on the shore, all of which are so beautiful, we were immediately attracted and walked towards the lake. side.
　　Despite its small size, it is one of the most famous lakes in Europe. Titi Lake covers an area of ​​1.3 square kilometers, with an average depth of 20 meters, and the deepest point can reach 40 meters. It is like a pure and beautiful village girl, quiet and peaceful, attracting tourists. Nature-loving tourists come here to visit, unforgettable.

　　Looking back, the spires and flower walls of various German-style wooden houses in the small town on the shore complement each other well with Titi Lake. The town is clean and quiet, not many tourists. All this constitutes a vivid fairy tale world. No wonder the fairy tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs comes from here. I stood on the small street, as if I was in a fairy tale world, and this feeling is very interesting. I look up to the side street. Maybe, soon, the seven dwarfs will come out of one of the houses, and soon, Snow White will also appear. I really fell into the fairy tale world.
　　Another reason Titi Lake is world-famous is for its handcrafted cuckoo clocks, also known as cuckoo clocks. It is a clock made of wood from the Black Forest by skilled locals for two hundred years: Cuckoo Clock, it will make a cuckoo sound similar to that of the local cuckoo in the Black Forest, crisp and clear Beautiful, this voice has fascinated many people. In addition, the locals also used traditional carving techniques to decorate various cuckoo clocks with wood carvings. More particularly, they used the principle of mechanical power to design different moving puppets: such as chopping wood, drinking beer, and turning waterwheels. , dancing, etc. Exquisite and interesting action figures, accompanied by music and birdsong, vividly express the life of the Black Forest on the clock.
　　According to records, in the seventeenth century, due to the long winter in the Black Forest and the snowstorms, the farmers could not work outdoors and could only stay at home. crafts.
　　Around 1640, a pair of brothers named Kuz invented an instrument to indicate time in their glass workshop – the world’s earliest black forest clock wooden frame clock. It was in the town of Glashof, near Waldau, that the world’s first Black Forest clock was made.
　　Later, in 1738, a man named Mr. Faranganton Keitel, who was very clever, cleverly used a bellows to design a song similar to the cuckoo bird, and thus the world’s first cuckoo clock came out.
　　Later, the locals used their imagination, combined with talent, wisdom and skill, to make cuckoo clocks decorated with wood carvings. Every year, they are made in winter and go out to sell in summer.
　　We came to the Cuckoo Clock Museum, full of bells of different shapes, the puppets were moving, the waterwheel was spinning, the girls were dancing, plus the beautiful cuckoo bells, aha! Eye-opening, smiling. Our eyes can’t see it at all. These clocks, the small ones are as big as two palms, and the big ones are more than two meters.
　　There is a clock that is particularly interesting: it is forty centimeters wide and over thirty centimeters high. The clock face is a two-story farmhouse. Two workers downstairs are sawing wood, pulling them over. The movements are very coordinated and interesting. . Upstairs several men and women danced to the rhythm of the pendulum. All this revolves around a clock face, what a complete country style. Its price is 1,335 euros, or more than 13,000 yuan. It really makes me fall in love.
　　Buying is inevitable, I decided to buy it in China. You can see the price, darling, not cheap.
　　In the end, I chose a small one: a simple and elegant wood carving, with a cuckoo on the clock face, which uses a cooing sound to tell the time. The pendulum is a little German Bavarian girl on a swing. 44.45 euros.
　　The cuckoo clock has made the residents of the small town, brought them vitality, and added a practical tool with artistic value to the world.
German countryside walk

　　The next day, at five o’clock in the morning, I opened my eyes habitually. The first thing that came into my eyes was the white and shiny quilt, which wrapped me softly and was very comfortable. I turned over, and on the glass of the entire wall opposite, the milky white gauze was penetrating the dawn light, the gray walls and white quilts in the morning light, the yellow bed and the yellow table, soft and warm. Looking up inadvertently, a German country painting on the wall is watching me tenderly. I suddenly realized: this is not at home, but thousands of miles away, in a small country hotel in the Black Forest region of Germany.
　　When I walked out of the inn, a cold April wind hit me. I tightened my down jacket and walked towards the head of the village. Little rain fell, covering the whole village with a hazy veil. The village has not woken up yet, and there is no one around. Only the sound of the cuckoo is clear and sweet to announce the dawn. Suddenly, there was a melodious bell, and I followed the sound: I saw the striking big bell on a Gothic steeple church at the north end of the village, pointing at a quarter past six. Doesn’t the bell also ring on the hour? Maybe a wake-up signal?
　　I strolled along the small street. The red-roofed and white-walled farmhouses stretched along the street. The shutters of each house were closed. The front and back of the house were different from Chinese vegetable gardens, but small gardens with beautiful flowers. If it weren’t for the smell of beef wafting in the wind, the cleanliness that can be seen everywhere makes me suspect that this is not a rural area.
　　I have long heard that Germans have a cleanliness addiction. After a visit here, the room is spotless, and the village is naturally clean. It is really better to see it.

　　Looking around, the dense black forest in the distance is covered with rolling mountains. At this time, the verdant new green is dotted with the rich dark green, which complements each other and is very beautiful.
　　The treeless open spaces on the nearby hillsides are always “paved” with “green blankets”. This green “blanket” is as neat and smooth as ironing, and it extends down the slope and forms a large piece. At this time, your mood is as smooth and comfortable as the iron has been ironed. With dense mountains, green fields, red roofs and white houses, how can such a beautiful fairy tale world not attract thousands of people?
　　I took a deep breath of the fresh and clean German air and immersed myself in this exotic atmosphere.
　　A burst of laughter pushed the silence away, and several German children stood on two-wheeled scooters and drove towards a house. Looking up, more blue-eyed and blond children were lining up at the school gate. Village primary school, you can’t go wrong. I looked into the school, and there were several blond pupils in front of a blackboard newspaper, with different attitudes and naive looks.

　　Returning to the shop, I was attracted by this brown three-story building: the roof is slopingly supported, the light brown exterior wall below is matched with white doors and windows, and a German shop sign hangs horizontally on the wall. The small building is elegant and dignified.
　　The opposite wall is adorned with large watercolor murals: pheasants, deer, foxes and owls staggered under the sun and moon. The tones of the painting are light blue, pink, and light gray, which are clear and elegant.
　　As soon as we arrived yesterday evening, the 71-year-old Hefa Tongyan shopkeeper asked us impatiently and asked us to answer the metaphor of the painting. I answered casually: “Heaven and earth are in harmony, and humans and animals coexist.” He happily gave me a thumbs up and told us in German: There have been guests from so many countries, and only today, the Chinese guessed the meaning of the metaphor at once. The car full of laughter narrowed the distance between us.
　　The old man welcomed us into the shop enthusiastically, pointed to the small building with great pride and told us: the small building was built in 1782, passed down from ancestors for several generations, and once lived in the Queen of France XVI. Now, this small building has been designated as a German cultural heritage.
　　I looked at this ordinary small building and applauded for its sturdiness after more than 300 years of wind and rain, and I deeply admired the shrewdness of the elderly to manage the century-old shop.
　　Sitting in the dining room for breakfast, drinking freshly squeezed hot milk, eating Bavarian crepes and scrambled eggs, my mind went back to last night’s feast.
　　We were seated in a square dining room of about 170 square meters. What was striking was the German religious watercolor painted on the entire wall, which was light and elegant. We sat at several long dining tables, the hostess in a white puff-sleeve top, a light blue vest, and a dark blue pleated skirt, typical Bavarian national costume. She quickly served us our first appetizer soup. I scooped it with a spoon, and there were several kinds of shreds of red, green and green: carrots, onions, and shredded green vegetables. A fragrance stimulated me, and I drank it in one sip. It seemed sweet but not sweet, with a slight salty taste. Everyone looked at the expectations of the host, so they made it with relish. I comforted myself that German food is naturally German.
　　The second dish came up, each table had a large induction cooker with three dishes: one was steak, ham, cauliflower and April beans, the second was noodles, and the third was french fries. The steaks and hams are delicious and the heat is just right; the vegetables are overcooked and yellow in color, and the noodles don’t have much flavor, but they’re delicious.
　　While eating, the German old man held a large tray with six large glasses of German beer in a pound, and brought it to our table without changing his face. Toast everyone: thank the host for the sumptuous dinner, warm hospitality, and toast to the Sino-German friendship.
　　The last dessert after the meal is the most famous local “Black Forest Cherry Cake”: a small purple cake decorated with bright red cherries, which is very tempting. I cut a small piece with a knife and tasted it carefully: a little sour, a little sweet, and a bitter taste. In the end, I came to the conclusion: not as good as Chinese cakes. After thinking about it carefully, I burst into laughter: the cake is originally from the West, and this is the authentic original flavor.
　　The bus took us to Switzerland. I can’t forget the enthusiasm and competence of the old Germans, and the innocent smiles of German children. Cuckoo Clock, I love you. The dense German Black Forest, goodbye, the natural and clean German village, goodbye.