Pi Day from spring water in the days,
Hua Chuan Chou night to sleep.
Zhouzhuang afternoon sun baked people get drunk, and I sat in a shop under the Tsing Lung Bridge on the threshold of a daze. That is typical of a southern people of the two-story brick Daiwa Mulou upstairs windows of a simple wooden flower to live within the people downstairs now become a trading shop. One block from door to fight the root of the facade sideways beneath large wooden threshold, the threshold where the semi-Pán shop is a friend of mine opened, the monopoly Tibet jewelry. Trip to Zhouzhuang is a special trip to visit him.
The street visitors flocked to the visitors admiring the face of these is undoubtedly happy and easy, cursory come and watch flowers away, wish down the road. The river that Hua Chuan, then pretending to be hypocritical Chuanniang, and holds all the voice of the Barcarolle, rather being built on; packed crowd Shuangqiaoshan green flowers become ridiculous for this.
Looking across the strange building, thinking that people actually think of Zhouzhuang hidden in the wooden building to trivial things that lure tourists, but the only means of livelihood. In front of his friends holding a hidden leather-covered books diligently tired to read. I Touzhe laugh, this dignified Angcang seven feet, clank a Northeast guy, but still the water edge in this small bridge at Embrace in a flower tree lined soft ground Floating Life stolen half a day! This is a friend buried before the building blocks for technology Waikou quietly while taking advantage of years of dedicated youth poor health would be only that the United States not forget to avoid unnecessary the music, taste of delicious I ran around and forward to the food articles to show donkey fun. I humbly believe this is his life at the beginning Xing Shen Fu-zai. Surprisingly, resigned his high-paying vocational one go in Yunnan, go to snow-capped mountains while wandering impulse would like to sell fish in the lake, but eventually he opened up this shop in Zhouzhuang.
"Small business be able to endure it?" I was puzzled him, and we are all accustomed to the free and arrest of life. "Go, river opposite the Mai Shaobing, and it is too delicious! A dollar 3. That old man watch others give it, chances are you have luck, Hei hei!" He Guixiao forward. What are they selling off the child screeching topic! But I could not help but mouth slander, jumped across the bridge to go. Linhe the doorway opposite is precisely an old man in the money to meet his sesame seed, sesame seed Ohira pot was kept a pair of bony hands to flipping a flexible, soft bake was bustling, delicious cakes jute, do not never buy. That old man Man You character, a look of solemnity, not casual smile. I stood quietly next to his own saliva hear the sound down into the stomach. And other wave of people left, before quickly by quietly approached, fed a piece of money, and a look of naive smile: "an old man, I just opposite the shop at home... Your cake incense呀my mouth water fast not help it... "the old man at last gaining ground Look me one, still Bu Zhisheng, hand picking cake, 1, 2,,,,, 4! ! My heart ecstasy, both hands, and Le Diandian Akira back of the bridge. A friend pointed her mouth stuffed with a whole fried my straight music: "how? Small business right?" I just stare's sake!
"Buy flowers呀? Girl." Selling orange flower lady came over to a local Wing On Baotou, looking at her hands calluses delivery flowers of the vicissitudes of life can not touch her must-see her crawling wrinkled face. Inserted in the cut flowers bought a Coke bottle, filled with river water under the wharf, a place to shop on the table, a sun room.
Finally were gradually diluted, and the horizon of the touch of red Xia closing to return home to cover the whole body layer of blush, it suddenly becomes gentle smiling face chaos formulaic up more points in spirited nature Danding. The old people are turning a flower, the flower baskets are leaving for the steps taken hastily while modest, was rushing home to do dinner then? In Zhouzhuang has become a tourism economy, selling to laugh when, how many people can forget the vulgar and truly make a living?
We are ready to closing time, a small yellow-dog I do not know where to flee the years, the tail up in the gravel road and shops at the central front of Caesar a bubble feces, and then to run away Pidianpidian. I stared laughing, this is Zhouzhuang dog? "My flowers are very unruly." He Yaotouhuangnao, "yo, floret come." Actually descend quickly to him is a small hound, the wizard bar Meng, watching them Erbinsimo, fainted!
Atrium completely fall down, if the distant past, if the lights flicker in the darkness inside. Rivers and lakes have been integrated into the night. Linhe the eaves on the back light lanterns in the river where a string of Yang Chu faint red. We walked along the river of that house Linhe restaurant. Crevices along the way door Mulou the dim light seeping pulled out the long road we walk in the stone figure. This is a non-moonlight night, surrounded by quiet and peaceful. That night, the bar is part of Zhouzhuang.
Restaurant Yi-he and build around it is not closing Jiusheng. Store owner, that is, the masters of flowers, hospitality greet, are familiar, because the flowers.
Lean on a railing toast, light chopsticks light talk, knew it is late at night; talk to the music office, can not help but open up the throat, but quickly covered her mouth, afraid of accidentally disturbed the dreams of rivers and lakes. Bridgestone looming not far from the reflection in the water rippled, and thought a small stone arch bridge when the home.
Home is the Lingnan area, where the creek interwoven vertical and horizontal fish ponds, stone bridge sizes, is a rare railings of. Children liked the direct jump from a bridge into the river to play, when the river water clarification moderate; river, a large bundle of bamboo and thick thick banyan tree, with long fibrous roots reached into a river. The father usually took me from a big early morning run around the banks of the door, panting as smoothly Zhai string of ripe stone side of the mouth of Mulberry and go visit the place, full of teeth rouge red.
Remember the first time five years ago, Zhouzhuang, just stay for 15 minutes, only for soliciting a rickshaw, I quickly turn full circle, where the stone bridge, creek, brick Daiwa, ... ... rather being associated with some kind of connection University, a trace of a pulse, embedded heartstrings. The kind of warm feeling this evening naturally float to the heart. Midsummer is also a bar, under the banyan trees, stone bridge next to, or move out of bamboo chair, or sitting around the River, shaking kuishan, large homely people chatting, children playing on the next to fall asleep in the rustle in the breeze; it is a very child what happened. Shi Yi Jing to move at that time we now have grown up, to leave their parents, bustling day and night for a living, his home has changed the appearance, the river filled the bridge destroyed and the century-old Ficus has no safe havens; kind of natural simple style into today's artificial decorative carvings of the Wu Shi euphemistically referred to township development to move closer to cities, are consistent with the so-called modern society standards. However, the abundance of material filled with people's desires, while the unique simplicity of the original villages were swept away or cover up the warmth in the emptiness under the beautiful appearance. Only in the home occasionally pass through the massive stone bridge was the only remaining touched the hearts of great regret that the share of innocence and childhood.
Looked up River, Liu Shao shake, the wind Wei Xun; few Peng boating in the other side. "Weeping willow 1000 silk, not the Department of boats sailing on to live." Sudden gush of the sentence. The original did not break my heart, even in the summer night Ye Jing water. Perhaps a simple pure life is always dreamed of going, but is now is beyond one's control. I looked at friends, looking to pay touch, the heart has been silent.
Morning, was awakened by the rain outside the window Xili Lek, aside the curtain, rain curtain of Zhouzhuang exceptionally gentle touching; Chen Yu and humid here, every inch of the skin a natural body, washed the day residual Zhuoqi and impulsive, even my heart up so moist.
Bo transitory man, Liu Yiyi, Gucun Grass Yuan, Heng Fa Chuen oblique rain fly.
2002,09,01 Night
Author: jessfong
