Cardiff: British culture in the gap of time

On the world map, there is a city that looks like a page of a book gently caressed by time, with stories hidden in every crease. It is called Cardiff. In the early morning, Cardiff Bay is awakened by the first ray of sunshine, and golden notes dance on the sparkling water. The buildings on the shore are scattered like a group of quiet listeners, listening to the whispers of the bay. The fishermen untie the ropes, and the boats slowly sail to the sea, which is the beginning of life and dreams. Walking on the streets of Cardiff, the ancient stone roads tell the story of the past prosperity. In the St. Fagan National History Museum, the history of Wales is quietly treasured, from ancient farm tools to exquisite costumes, each exhibit shows the thickness and tenacity of this land. Like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, he has experienced wind and rain, but his eyes are still firm. When night falls, Cardiff City lights up with warm lights. In the Millennium Stadium, shouts and cheers are intertwined, which is the passionate collision of sports spirit. In the bars on the streets and alleys, people sit around, tasting the malt-scented beer, sharing the trivialities and joys of life. Here, time seems to slow down, allowing people enough time to feel the warmth of life. Cardiff, a city that combines history and modernity, nature and humanity, is an encounter on the journey and a place to rest in the depths of the soul. No matter where you come from, it accepts you with the most inclusive attitude, allowing you to find your own peace and touch in its embrace.