Zhouzhuang, the old name of Ching's body, was founded in the first year of the Northern Song Dynasty (1086), located in Shanghai's neighboring city of Kunshan. She became the most popular ancient town, has a few years ago.
To my love of antiquities temper landscapes, this went in the morning - may have been from the screen to see too many legends about her, and each time have been caused by the kind of gentle Ning Tian Ran indifferent moved gradually to turn this gentle with memories of a childhood home that mixed together: the actual occurrence, I am afraid to wake up - wake up, and where else worthy of my crush?
Ah gentle hometown of my heart!
Or finally reached!
In such a weekend, pack light line, they like to visit a long-awaited old grandmother, my feet come with a heart!
Ancient tea houses, old stone bridge, the Ming and Qing Street, ... ... though not enough to distribute the water, I smell along the stone path to move forward, both sides of the houses have a variety of shops in the period: Up to the Mai Hua - Painting where: The still is that this Zhouzhuang! The thinly across the river is still a significant fraction of thin willows before the child is sitting in a slip a few sketches of the young students, it is dedicated to - I suddenly felt: This is business, had to do chic!
Remove sell calligraphy and painting, and restaurants are also a lot. A case in front row of the wooden foot barrels, inside a lobster, eel, swan mussel - all my hours of aquatic eat. Eye inadvertently Piedao: the Office of Inter-arrayed a lacquer red square table, You Dianjiu, and is very familiar, I mouth then said: "It's like my home!" That shop proprietress heard, North Korea, I see, Han Han Hou Thick laughed: "Eat expedition?"
"No!" I am very sorry to see her, I feel older already quite large: dajin wearing clothes, apron waist with pleats; hanging behind the two knee-ribbons, led by the Zhuiyou is also red and green tassels, dress Under a Navy Buku, embroidery sewing machine feet are round mouth shoes - how much exactly like my grandmother's first line of the year!
While thinking of one side has reached the "Double Bridge." That day the weather is not good, a touch of sunlight scattered in the bridge wall to shore up a row of pale pink spring flower - this flower, the shop is tight around the residential areas of dark green river. A few small boat loaded with excited tourists bent crooked places across: she marked some dirty children.
Suddenly recalled that Su Shi "Dielianhua" Lane 1: the swallows fly, the green water around others.
Do not swallow, there are green water, and others - are also good enough!
Nose to smell a very attractive scent - yes Manzo hooves! Daimyo had heard that, and now look carefully points: slice it open, would not that grandmother did give me hours to eat Pork do? ! Another side of the sell meat Zong, porcelain Cishi, have also seemed to me the kind of cooked food!
To go any further, he saw a side of the threshold, arrayed a bamboo baskets, inside stood a few pairs of colored yarn slippers - which immediately reminded me of two years ago, his grandmother can see some light eyes, he had personally as I have done two pairs - I have not thrown, but it also did not pass through, is it too much land too!
From that bucketful of looking up: it was a white-haired woman: dry wrinkles, such as firewood is satisfied that the soles of the hands from time to time the needle in the scalp Cengzhe face significant unspeakable Tianran indifferent gentle -- "Ah milk!!" I'm speechless call! Suddenly the nose is very acid, eyes suddenly very wet!
She did not respond, eye-lift does not lift, is still satisfied that the sole: as if all the buzz these worldly troubles are nothing to do with her, she just quietly doing here, shoes, waiting for the Sun her daughter's return - oh, she was also granddaughter, right? ! Like my grandmother!
And then next door, is a flower embroidered woman after a hectic tour group after group, her mouth shallow smile has not changed!
March Yangchun leisurely wind rustle through: everything is very natural ... ...
Two hours later, I Zhouzhuang around the alley out of the face to see a woman wearing a scarf printed cloth, they came up asked: "Will to Shanghai, where the car ride?!"
She looked at me, very soft and very gentle smile and said: "What ah?!"
Oh, because she did not understand English - with my grandmother like! It really is a little soil ... ...
Author: pinpinyao
