When we went to Zhouzhuang is already in the afternoon, in the ancient town of Zhouzhuang Hotel stay there outside. Outside Jiaoyangsihuo white shake the road is daunting. A friend reminded me that Meteors in July during the day should not travel. Well, then wait until nightfall bar.
20:00 After the talent completely black down, I and the small bell out of the hotel. Tricycle parked outside a row that the town pulled the door is 3 yuan / two people, we got on. After two minutes is up.
Town of door screen wall, inscribed a picture of relief, and great texture. On end beside a monument, a letter to "CFLAC writers writing base", while there are willow trees, willow swaying in the Bei Shang, behind that is a quietly flowing river. Writer, after all, a writer, how much they will pick up where Oh.
Zhuanguo Wan look, I could not help so impressed with the small bell, Tongli, Xitang, Zhujiajiao although the rivers and lakes are also a small town, but no law and Zhouzhuang than Oh. Looked looked, patchwork of residential quietly standing at the shore, occasionally there are several families of the window, hanging red lanterns, a small, red, and people may feel warm. Along the stone path and moving forward, there will be a corner where the soft lights appear, call it street is wronged it, it is not the same as with other lights. It is a black pole lug of the two white lanterns, the following is also dragging ear, Chanchanmianmian's. We walked all the way, all the way live a small bridge, Qiaolan old man old lady sitting on the ground, look calmly take the cold. Shuangqiao passed, the little clock that this bridge was well known, people from the bridge is said to be lucky to go 3 times come.
I said: "when you last came to Zhouzhuang walk it?"
"Passing Oh."
Then I have to walk it, Who told her to return to winning in the one cell phone, and not the letter not do ah.
I energetically Cuanshang jumped, reached the third times, small clock, said: "think of it, this is Shuangqiao Oh, you have to be considered two bridges are gone."
"What!?" ... ...
Had to start from scratch, it is estimated Qiaolan old man sitting on an old lady who had been transferred, I have to feel dizzy, and fell, but we did not laugh I mean, is still quietly sitting there, looking at me kindly toil to jump to jump to go. After the completion of the task, I took a better vision for the future along with a small bell to see a "sea."
We are in a small street away Oh go, go Oh go, a lot of shops have been closing, closing the door of the wood, but not when selling Manzo shoes and straw package shop is dedicated to waiting customers, bosses and family members sit front, we are passing, they will ask, on a docile "to do?." We were never smiled gently shook his hand. Until the return trip that I bought a color crocheted straw bag, I intend to use it after carrying it to buy food.
Later we came to a very high arch bridge before the rise of a saw a sky full of l'etoile, black lined the bridge and the trees are under the stars. This is a long time ago, still in middle school, one of the blessings Cary prevailing images. At that time, we can easily emotional, have been moved off the screen similar to the heart, have a similar scenario in the boy heard a piano to guitar to sing a song cachet have imagined such a Star below and beloved Boys sit back to back one night. Now, unexpectedly at such a moment has become an adult in such a time, in such a has been for many years under the stars did not remember the people who had seen had happened, when they see such a picture ! Needless to say, grief-yan intersection.
After the bridge, pointing to the small bell in front of Longbridge, said outside the darkness is there. I craned, what can not see, but I can imagine, where there is a large lake, this piece of "sea" is to take Dianshan Lake. During the day there will be crew followed behind you sincerely asked: "Do you want a boat to go with the Village?" Tongli is also a good place to go where the key is how Retreat Park - a very beautiful private gardens in the Qing Dynasty. We stood on the bridge, looked no one in the quiet atmosphere, we place voices unconsciously getting lower and lower, later exclusively as a whisper, and so aware of this point, we are suddenly laughing together, we have Oh Why such a low voice. In fact, in the subconscious do not want to destroy this quiet.
Then cool down completely, Yeliangrushui basic is this like it. We are very happy to go, passing the small restaurant, we explain the early morning on the days to come in to eat breakfast. Yes, as long as alive, every day, good day.
Postscript: The next morning, we are going into town, at a square table and long benches with a restaurant to eat the best in the world's Pickled pork noodles. Zhouzhuang noodles different, very thin is very tough; Pickled sour, sweet-smelling. On for this bowl, I also intend to re-visit Zhouzhuang. Manzo even if the hoof, or buy a Paofan overhauled in order to swallow to eat, too tired, but I must admit, this is the most fragrant I've eaten a Tibang.
Author: freetao
