Has always been strongly wanted to Xitang time, from the description on the website and many enthusiastic User information provided makes me feel that it is a pity not to Xitang, so take advantage of National Day is ready to release a few days off this round of my dream .
We train the morning of October 1 to the Jiashan, and then to the bus station (the station take the first road north, turn left, walk 300 meters on up, very good looking) sitting Pakistan (very cheap, to the Xitang as long as three money) opened about 35 minutes or so to Xitang.
Then bad weather, was beginning to rain, I remind myself how lucky that is what I want. Linzhao continuous drizzle then began our journey. At first, when summoned up the courage along the way feelings and Zhouzhuang, And when we reached the Qiantang restaurant is not the case when the boat for a few hundred meters long Langpeng quiet lying on the Qiantang Restaurant opposite the calm waters around the four weeks, while the surrounding landscape was actually like me touched. is also a fishing village, why Xitang give me and other local oblivious different feel? not Xiangzhemeduo, and along the bottom of the quartzite Langpeng the road and down the street along the way the families who are busy day of livelihoods: Some old people in the drying soybeans, and some in the Na Xiedi, some surviving stove, a child playing in a carefree, women in the weaving, the men doing the cooking ......, an original They were all ignored those of us who rush of passing, and if you go up the two struck up a conversation, they are way down and people are willing to chat.
All the way come to an end, over the "sons Laifeng Bridge" suddenly smelt a food aroma, suddenly empty stomach grunt up, a look at the time of the already noon, and the lunch. Thus, at a bridge in this small restaurant to sit down, owners will be our request to the shore we have arranged for Linhe, so we Banzhuo fresh meals, braving rain, watching the scenery along the finished meal typical of Xitang people & Deli.
The afternoon we went to the famous "stone skin get" whose You-long stone road, on both sides of the large garden of deep house, as well as sparse rain soaked the walls with even more of these shows its years long. The houses on both sides of the street maintaining the same very old features.
And the next looking for accommodation rather point that meant, but we will be in a hotel when we went to fully booked already, and are desperate times that we have found an inconspicuous get there a little window dressing, a very good hostel " Xitang hostel "After a counter-offer after moving into this never be called two-star of the hotels. night we are attracted to the" Qiantang people "enjoy a relatively well-known and locally some of the lotus leaf Fen Zhengrou He Xian. Fenzheng Rou right me a good taste, the fragrance of lotus leaf with characteristics of the meat is very delicious indeed.
Xitang's certainly got the evening, Langpeng hanging lanterns are lined up and the "Qiantang others" Fun on the lantern into the mapping phase to form a red landscape, coupled with the reflection of the river is more for the added touch of Xitang lighted. I am alone a person walking on the streets of town as if I was a typical Xitang people, at this moment are on the way home. but I was touched when I traveled to a silk shop to buy time, playing the smelt's take the initiative to pull boss to let me rest and a bamboo chair, and I like the image and acquaintances, chatting up with the boss, perhaps in her eyes every one of us to Xitang visitors do the same with her family.
The next morning, more rain, and roads lead to the rain fall on the stone-line, the river, the roof, let me appreciate the unique charm of the southern town that day rain or scenes took me two rolls of film.
To go, and either did not leave me really not want to leave. I think next time I will definitely find a new opportunity to come. Not for anything else, just for a quiet street here, honest folk customs, delicious He Xian, people The rain washed ......, city taste of island life and my dreams.
Author: fojun
