Shakespeare's Birthplace Review

Stratford Town on the Avon River in Warwickshire, central England (Stratford upon Avon ) is the birthplace of British Renaissance playwrights, poets, famous Shakespeare, and literary Shakespeare, a small place that carried all his childhood life. It is a very elegant and beautiful town, and as the birthplace of Shakespeare, this place has been watched, so famous, and has always been a very good tourist area. Now every time the holiday arrives, many local and foreign tourists will visit here, you can see the style of the town, you can also visit the classic Shakespeare residence. And when the twenty-two comes, because it is Shakespeare's birth date, there will be some parades here. Also famous in Shakespeare's birth area is the river Avon, which runs through the whole town of Stratford, where Shakespeare once had a swan nicknamed the River Avon, and now more than a dozen swans play on it every day. There is also a beautiful garden, where many flowers have been mentioned in Shakespeare's works. Shakespeare had to live in the London area for a long time because of his work, and his wife stayed at home to care for the children for a flat life, and eventually returned to the place after retirement, and died here.

On the streets full of English town style, experience every ray of sunshine in the town with your heart, experience the literary atmosphere here, experience the source of inspiration for Shakespeare, and the picturesque English country town of Jingyi.

Breathing the fresh country air, we arrived at Stratford on the Avon River, the town is full of happy holiday atmosphere, and the pedestrian street where Shakespeare's former residence is located is more touristy.

Tickets for Shakespeare's former residence: 24 pounds for adults and 12 pounds for children. In fact, the place to visit is not big. During the whole trip, I personally feel that the fare here is the most expensive from the price/performance ratio. Shakespeare's former residence is on the north side of Henry Street in the town, which is this two-story building with a loft. On April 23, 1564, Shakespeare was born in the master bedroom on the second floor of this building. He spent his childhood and adolescence here, and spent his first five years with his newlywed wife. After 48 years of age, Shakespeare returned from London to Stratford Town and retreated to his hometown. The literary giant left thirty-seven plays, one hundred fifty-four sonnets and three or four heads of poetry. There are actors in the garden performing Shakespeare's plays, and the audience can order them at will. As long as the actors do, they will show you immediately. On the first floor is the family living room, dining room, writing desk, and Shakespeare's father's leather workshop, which is said to be a leather glove and wool business, in the town, is a relatively rich middle class. The second floor is the master bedroom of Shakespeare's birth, and the oak floor is said to be 400 years old. It also retains the cradle where Shakespeare was born. The staff also wore the costumes of the time, which made the visitors feel very intriguing. At the corner of Henry Street stands a sculpture of the clown touchstone in "All Joy". The base of the bronze statue is engraved with the clown touchstone quote: "A fool thinks he is clever, but a wise man knows he is a fool."

Shakespeare said: Life is just a walking shadow, a clumsy poor man who gestures on the stage, enters the stage for a moment, then quietly retreats in silence. This is a story told by a fool, full of noise and fury, but pointless. Sha Weng also said: Woman, gorgeous diamonds, shining pearls, have won you the imagination of a queen, how do you know that all around you is the poison of the forces, arrogant incense, and the fragrance of killing people. Shakespeare's old man said a lot, and he seemed to have a good sense of it. So on that day, I bought a set of Complete Works of Shakespeare translated by Mr. Zhu Shenghao. Although I have turned over a hundred pages in total, I have missed the Bronte sister's cottage in Great Britain a few days ago. So, the town of Shakespeare, which I can hardly read up to now, is Stratford Avon on the Avon River, even if it is to take two small rounds around the road. When the car, even if it is to compress half a day in Bister's hard work time, it is absolutely impossible to miss. It is unavoidable to ask passers-by A and B to help me pinch two pictures here for a tour, and then to amuse themselves with masks and beards, where the dust-laden people come and go. Well, I decided to use the complete works of Shakespeare as a necessary reading book for future toilet use when I came home. I believe that one day I can finish reading them. These days, I am busy driving around the scenic spots, returning to the hotel to become a dog, and I have no time to take pictures and brush circles of friends. Now the photos are all straight out of the mobile phone camera. Even the filters are too lazy to add. Let's take a look at them together.

It's strange that every visit to Shakespeare's former residence is a rainy day, perhaps a rainy day can better reflect the atmosphere of Shakespeare's time. In the rain, visiting his former residence may be more able to appreciate the people of that era and that era. Shakespeare's former residence seems to be somewhat humble by modern standards. The walls made of branches and mud and the thatched roof suddenly have the feeling of Du Fu's thatched hall. Walking into his former residence, we can see everyday life furnishings. There are commentators wearing ancient clothes to explain the use of objects and utensils in that era for tourists. I guess Shakespeare lived the same life as the people of that era. These simple and rough utensils are full of everyday life. Maybe this is the era.

Stratford is known as the most beautiful country in Britain. But no matter how beautiful or how many people you are, there are more people and you feel nothing. The people of Uwuqi have no taste of the countryside. Only patiently walked to the former residence, took a photo of the old house, the son reached out and touched the pen inlaid under the roof of the big Wenhao house, we lifted our feet and left. Going a few tens of meters ahead, it is the weekend market, selling flowers selling magnets selling garden supplies, crowding a small street, along the supposed calm river, all the way to the past. There was a very fragrant roast onion taste, and the past was a stall selling burgers and hot dogs. There were still a lot of people in front of us. We also bought two of them. It felt like a temple fair in China. The taste is really good, probably also at the meal, and later recalled eating good things, the son actually added this roadside stall burger to his miss. While eating, I walked back and quickly called the driver to meet. He was also unexpected. I didn't know that this group had finished visiting this famous place so quickly. There is an old building on the street, which is very ancient British style. Take pictures across the street and leave a memorial.