Most times, Dreaming south - that dream of the south, we come together, especially that of water over the bridge of Zhouzhuang, that fans next to Long Fusi F, hostels and side of South Lake, then the reflection of Shuangqiao ah, that silver Bang legend, that the "tea lady" of red lanterns and ah, that Chevalier restaurant storytelling voice, that night Zhouzhuang Hu Pieces ah, that's sweeping the early morning mist in Zhouzhuang sound ah ... ... Despite the old-fashioned , but to not forget the memories, no longer able to return in order to commemorate the former Zhouzhuang, in order to dream of the rivers and lakes, or rivers and lakes, so many years later, he did pick up a pen.
Zhouzhuang is the arrival time of noon-day shade, and may have even had a few drops of rain, the ground a little bit slightly damp. Idly scattered spreading to within walking distance walked Nazuo bridge, the edge of paths, territorial waters of the railings is a bamboo tube into Shu Shu, is that a regular art, into the lens place. Take small steps along the alley, that is, a gallery, the owner is also idly reading books, watching visitors. To see a painting that is this side of the scene, then walked over and chatted with him the name of painting is called "Lovers Lane", so they forgot the original name of this alley. Store has beautiful paintings, as well as a lovely cat, she stayed at the shadow. Owner saying that we must savor the night Zhouzhuang, also introduced the fan floor hostels to us, so decided to stay there, and tonight, we need to appreciate Zhouzhuang thin the night.
Wang Qianmian away soon, that is, the lady with red lanterns Tea Hotel, the (tea lady, I must say, this shop, I had too many ties with him), liked the name of this warm, but also like the old house, the second floor of a fan opened the carved wood, and Yi Chuang children who go in expecting someone? Lunch is a unique white water fish and steamed vegetables granny. Get to the next floor and found the reception room dark greasy actually hung between the two paintings, of course, to the picturesque beauty of Zhouzhuang. I like the photograph, dark blue of the water waves, Zhouzhuang is the night so dull dark blue bar - my friend.
Afternoon, or lazy in the town house Xia Guang, one key and I like the people of Shanghai are generally within the Office of Tibet photo exhibition here, I like his picture, he said he is a bird, like all day flight, in his photographs I see a flying shadow. To see him shoot portraits very base, he said that taking the location in the silver Bang, models are friends from Taiwan, the couple opened a gallery across the river, but also told me to play at night. I went to that gallery, he saw a man in the production of handicrafts, woman wool purse hook, where there are a few that is a bird who gives a woman the photo shoot, a lot of flavor. A very warm man, a woman is very cold, but they are very quiet.
Night, when dropped, I Chevalier Chevalier bridge the restaurant to eat dinner, hear the river opposite the teahouse where old men in the story-telling, very lively appearance, ate also wanted to go along for the ride, which has not yet want to eat rice, tea, Board Daoshi scattered, the original daytime Zhouzhuang so busy into the night, or responded to an otherwise quiet fishing village, suddenly, Zhouzhuang calm down, the river has deep rich colors all the more.
Go back, and nights without Dingfei Shuangqiao the human voice, only a few points bridge silhouetted against the lights and Shu Shu Lang Lang's branches. A turn over the bridge, but also passing lady tea, actually heard the melodious sound of the erhu babble of the Barcarolle. Turned into the go, a blind elderly people singing a gentle middle-aged man pulled erhu. Heard into the fan, an end, Lyre of men and we chatted up, turned out he learn to sing the Barcarolle to the elderly once a week; and original wall paintings from his hand - a rather a little-known painter. He came to Zhouzhuang week, we join as a partner in the tea lady, he said that in Shanghai, no one wants to listen to his Lyre, and only at night Zhouzhuang, but also can have an enjoyable. Chat things to their hearts, the end we sang pop songs, he play violin accompaniment.
The night all the more deeper.
The morning of our surprise, was Jiti and the rustle of the sweeping sound of wake-up call. Get up and proceed to Suzhou. Mist, he saw yesterday, the girl sitting on bridge paint sitting in the old place again, as if not moved, it would seem today or yesterday ... ...
Author: xiaozao
