"The most is the bow of that gentle,
Like a water lotus,
Numerous cool of modesty. "
Or many years ago to go Zhouzhuang, at that time, Zhouzhuang is a very honest in a small town. Later visited once, gradually dare not Zaiqu really afraid of the waves where the flow of people and intractable commercial flavor.
A chance once again into the Zhouzhuang. Under the thin taste, but found that the original, Zhouzhuang Water Village or have a different kind of gentle.
Nights: blurred Cup after chip interleaving can finally go alone to find hiding in the heart of the rivers and lakes, that moment, time has just eight more than half.
Compared with the new town was ablaze with lights, dark town actually had some blurred. The same stone roads, the same red lanterns at night in Zhouzhuang, but it is noisy and very different day.
Only solution in the streets, the other side is lined up in the linhe restaurant. Eight or nine minutes for the town is already late, so most stores have already closed the door, leaving the dark door, the day completely isolated from outside noise and philistine. Only the rich side of an Onkyo inside their stores, or lights, the last wave of guests has also been "people are not getting Wensheng gradually came over" the. Vaguely, there Pingtan voice floating into the ears. Close eye on the back of the rocket moments do not have no intention in the field find themselves looking for a long time in front of the scenery. Barge down the house walls, heavy carved wooden window frames, low-key swing in the breeze inside the lantern, quite undisturbed larvae legislation taste. Storytelling melodies Dihuai, and the sway of the lanterns, beautiful silent. As a result, support from tripod, over there playing with the camera slowly, and strive to make the United States and completely preserved. At this time on the road, apart from occasional busy-looking residents from grazed my side, we only have three Masaoki of visitors, blazing to Duo with steps, with depressed voice, and peer exchange for something. This night, the breathing is not very lose weight. Silent night, unique charm.
Erratic music accompanied by the sound of Guaige Wan went to the Double Bridge. Standing arch bridge, I was deeply attracted to the immediate landscape. Buildings along the coast, the hanging lanterns to the unlimited extension of the distance. The reflection of the red lantern in the dark green of the river where was the breeze gently crumble to bits, and strands entangling themselves in the slightest, but it is can not be that rainbow-like dream, gently Long lake. In this way the bridge stood, watching the pool of that, "Red Silk", actually forgot to press the shutter. Huiguoshenlai occasion, night thicker. Walk in the back when the lantern behind me a lamp to eliminate, and town finally fall asleep.
Then fled.
Morning: Graceful from got up early, only to feel the early morning look at the different kind crosses several rivers and lakes.
Remained the same route selection and last night, but it's not yet set foot in the streets, has been captured floating in the air, Wu-ning soft words, hearing seems to be in the bargain. Guairu a look at it is a temporary vegetable market, was wearing a bright red green headscarf old woman, where guarding their goods, not selling, only when someone is asking about the price back to a few words lightly. It turned off the mask of Zhouzhuang business, but also kind of well-behaved with restraint.
The morning of the river, there ships passing between, a closer examination found that not cruise ships, these vessels busy shuttle, only for residents of the home the day before the collection of garbage and discharge of output filthy. It really is extremely primitive simplicity of the town, everything is so natural. The original coal stove is still the main town residents fire source, so, in the deep lanes, there is a neighborhood with one of the residents of his home on the doorstep of the coal stove fire, the owner took a old palm-leaf fan, rain, to Shan Zhao, occasionally with the neighbor a ride to ride without a chatting with one of them contend with the calm. Yin Yun smoke, so have a business outside of Zhouzhuang taste the flavor of life.
Along the river to move forward, walking beat, the morning mist shrouded the streets a lot of flavor. Businesses are already waking up one after another began to remove the door panel to prepare a new day to make a living, for my tripod carrying the tourists, of course, not forgetting a few sneak in a manner to attract. Tired. Simply Guairu deeper more of the alley, to see the real Zhouzhuang.
Aimlessly through the house pharmacy that, I fancy lanterns hanging from the edge Inn, hastened when the viewfinder focus, there is an old man standing at the edge of a smile, forehead between the gentle stretch in the graceful smile. I return him a smile, he would take the initiative to accost me and recommended I go to see him behind the pharmacy, said it was inside a real ancient artifacts, has a voice inside of pride and tolerance without any explanation. Thanked me with a smile, promised to join forces with big moment came, they move on immediately Guairu the other side of the small alley.
Natiao alley not too many shops, there is a small shop Menlian quite garish, deep inside of their stores to a variety of rivers and lakes hung decorative painting was placed in front of the colors of the Xun - a lot Kong is very difficult to blow the sound of musical instruments. The owner is a young man's footsteps had stopped to see me, they picked up a blow up. Plaintive voice, weak and gentle tone, let my heart sank involuntarily, but it is impossible to give up. I am afraid of the owner to sell his goods, even more afraid of his suspension of play, I am pretending to leave, not far away at the check-out fiddle with the camera. Distracted. At this moment, in the Ruqirusu song where my heart has been pulling in to, closely, deeply, are neither. Intoxicated has finally been awakened by noise from visitors first allocated, Zhouzhuang has been completely woke up and went on to don the mask of the time.
So, again had to flee.
"Is such a tenderness for you, drifting across my dreams, walk back and forth sit cross-legged in the undulating waves rippling out blinking in my crook of the arm ... ..."
Luo's song, "Flowers of Shanghai", was such a moment, slowly walk through the heart, not off the mark.
Author: a_lin
