Journey on the eighth day, my feet from the gardens of Suzhou stay in the Yangtze River Delta town of Zhouzhuang. 9:00 at night, sitting alone in a landmark Shuangqiaoshan Zhouzhuang, the coldest Rushuang, the time is late autumn, Zhouzhuang less than 8:00 on the empty, no longer difficult to find a person. Qingshi Qiao and rivers and lakes are under the coldest month Jing De horrible. Close the eyes thinking, the mind look forward to from the old fishing village lanes, or the river, on a headband hat of the Township staff tima lights out, or a water-Lingling's southern girls on the sections from the old Qing Shiqiao walking, Wu Whisper, that is my heart desire for Yangtze River Delta.
Night of the rivers and lakes, less noise and Chuanniang day of the Barcarolle gentle. Some are quiet, peaceful. Shuangqiao quiet, and Jiangnan waterways without Quant sound, without the tourist clutter of footsteps. Suan the ancient houses built without a light. Sleep, and 900 years of the rivers and lakes was asleep. Looked at under the coldest month of the Water Village town, as if frozen in time. I was the first time such a depth so ancient south.
Hostel on the edge of Shuangqiao, Linhe. Qing Shiqiao day I was lying on the river, but also went river where the water ??? hand, they seem to put both hands in the delicate hands of Jiangnan, Pengdao at heart. Because less than a week, fewer tourists, the entire hotel as I am a guest. From the bed beside the window, you can see the old roof and Water Alley. The roof in the middle of the night blue emitting a history of deep and thick. In such a late autumn night, Jiangnan, including heart is so gentle and quiet.
For Zhouzhuang, I like those rivers and Water Alley. Narrow lane on both sides of the river there is a centuries-old attic, opened the window, that is, river, and boats across the river, if you are lucky you can hear Chuanniang Wu gentle singing Barcarolle, you will wonder how there will be such a natural voice of the original moving?
One day I was walking through the alley in the rivers and lakes. Alley is small, both sides of the attic can shake hands with each other, downstairs, mostly souvenir shops. Zhouzhuang has some very unique souvenirs, I spent 200 yuan to buy four are on the century-old wood, is the hotel owners to sell me, at least to other places in Zhouzhuang 400. Wood is a unique bed Jiangnan lattices, the above hand-carved figures and scenery. A hundred years, there should be several generations of people in this bed before touching it, but now, to my hands.
After 900 years of vicissitudes Zhouzhuang though still intact, the old town style and pattern of rivers and lakes. Town to river Shing Street, Bridge Street connected, depending on river building a house, courtyard, Lishui town one, vivacious ancient, Ming-jie's quiet, this should be is a southern classic "small bridge, flowing water, others" right?
Morning, I am alone, hiding in the alley on the second floor of the depths of San Mao restaurant. I have a restaurant on the customer. To a pot of Longjing tea, a dish of peanuts, a plate of beans a special boss. Cigarette curl there, "Olive Tree" songs, there are southern minor, there are tourists message. Guestbook dozen tourists on the whole message. San Mao Cengjinglaiguo Zhouzhuang, Zhouzhuang still love. San Mao, a restaurant owner and old friends. San Mao and the master copy on the wall there is a letter. I have noticed a Beijing Jiao Zhao tone (?) Netizens of the message, the memory of San Mao enticingly. San Mao, really miss you a lot of people do. Restaurant out of the window is the river, there are the songs of Chuanniang rains ... ...
Night, a new understanding of the girl with me visiting the night Zhouzhuang. A very fine sweet southern girl.
At noon the next day, I rented a boat to go to the same inside. Provisional board will be known when there is a companion to go with the years, I had that good of a person on the charter, the boatman will take me 60 yuan, and now well, more a person, saved 20 dollars.
Many tourists have traveled to Zhouzhuang, Tongli from. To the south, by boat is a good idea. Boat out of an unknown river Guairu lake, cold wind blowing, did not dare put his feet inside the lake. Sitting in the bow, facing the south wind, in the hinterland of Yangtze River Delta, the appreciation of the southern landscape, could not help but revel in. Out of the lake, where they turn into rivers, the boat from passing under the bridge, river on both sides are residential areas, the river can also see a few dogs and in the grazing Yanger. Jiangnan criss-crossed by rivers, river ports Bang dense spider's web. The one-hour flight went to the same inside.
If the take compared to Zhouzhuang and Tongli, I personally prefer to Zhouzhuang. Compared with the Village Zhouzhuang, a sense of history, a far cry from the thick, ancient buildings are also slightly worse. Zhouzhuang, Tongli than the human touch is also good. The reputation of China's rivers and lakes, Zhouzhuang when the well-deserved.
Zhouzhuang than the inside lane with a large, along the riverside walk, walked no one Department, with the charm of years finally came out. No visitors, not even a native, sat down on the bridge alone taste Jiangnan. With more than 40 percent inside the Ming and Qing Dynasties are residential buildings, houses are mostly Mulou, wooden beams and rafters of the frame structure, brick roof. Watching the river flow for a thousand years old and dilapidated houses, I really do not know where they have a feeling.
In the evening, wind, and also it began to drizzle. Less than 4:30, the whole dark days, pedestrians have disappeared. Had no choice but to return early to hotel, promise a big hotel, a floor that I lived alone. Turn on the radio, weather forecasts said that only three degrees, as well as rain plus snow, it seems another one tomorrow, can not go fishing village town road (sound) straight. On the road, I have never had four o'clock in the afternoon on the experience of lying in bed, but also rarely seen more than four points of the dark. Cold wind blowing from off the windows of lax Recently, I straight cold beat wordy. Pick up the backpack of the Red Star Erguotou Mengguan a few mouthfuls.
In the journey alone have never been lonely, helpless, in the same years, the late autumn rainy night in the south, eat me out.
Jiangnan, the beautiful cruel, lonely. Let me deeply.
The next morning, sat in the cold rain shuttle bus back to Hangzhou.
Late at night. Hangzhou, one of a hostel. The radio came the radio call sign, Zhejiang, literature and art "Beautiful Jiangnan, beautiful voice ... ..." deep, lingering, there is an unlimited flow of tenderness in their hearts ... ...
Author: l2003
