Jiangnan Water Town Tour
Did not go to Zhouzhuang before heard a lot about the Zhouzhuang argument. Some said, Zhouzhuang is indeed a beautiful place, that small bridges people's mood, the United States was picturesque; some say, today's Zhouzhuang contaminated by too much popularity, Qingli pleasant feeling is gone a. How in the end what? I decided to take a look at themselves, after all, been drawn into the eye, point of view not the same as Well.
Zhouzhuang, one of the town is named Yi Feng Lane, reportedly because of Chen Yifei's painting is known for. Want to come is very possible, blinding rain and fog, the silence of the arch bridge, handsome woman, but everything about it in art, so in a poem. But I Zhouzhuang expectations are not so high, because I divergent visitors to the tourist attractions has never been high expectations of the tourism drive the local economy, but will also destroy a number of cultural things. Business atmosphere, and the arts and cultural diversity is indeed a certain distance, not so easy to integration.
Sure enough, Zhouzhuang is full of people, is simply huge crowds of people. Silent soon as the sound of shouting in the town, to become busy. Bridge people's charm is lost in-street signs in the hotel. Noon of the town, not because the sun's fierce and rest a moment, Surge slowly moving in the streets for visitors. Summer Zen-ming, has been overshadowed by singing a tune, while singing over, is to require paying sound. Town, in my mind the town, where are you?
Old house, also all human beings. People rush in the courtyard of the shuttle and had to find one another attraction; narrator's voice, how come so many tired and perfunctory? Coke at the end of guqin, carved a big bed, the cries of admiration in people under the trembling; pre-trial of the plantain, the corner Zhuying, in people's neglect of the swing. Green of the stone steps, faint the bridge opening, a record of a both footprints; sway of the boat, a long bamboo pole, it may prop up people's nostalgia situation? Town, in my mind the town, you can do here?
In my town, with the crowd surging forward, worked hard to want to find small-town atmosphere. However, the streets full of shops and sellers from food to souvenirs and so on colored goods, covering the town's cachet. The flow of people coming to the Bay, creating a lot of voices drowned the town's tranquility. I started a little disappointed, a little doubt in my mind I can find the town Mody? Town, your style is still the essence of your Mody?
A wind and dance in store signs, "tea lady" attracted my attention, more precisely, is the courtyard where the shop signs to attract me. A small garden can only be placed on a table, the owner placed around the wall and some potted green plants. Next to an old house is small, put two square table. This is also a place for tourists to eat tea, and the street separated by only a two door, but has been isolated from most of the noise. Sitting in the garden, the wind hallway and had to remove a lot of summer Italy, the street was singing folk songs between Wu, across the segment distance, no sense of noisy, but pleasant to the ear from the babble prend taste , then the point of feeling there. A small courtyard has a pleasant name of "listening to scull floor," wanted to come to this was a small building blocks. Xiaolou busy to listen to scull sound, beautiful mood, right? Well, I decided to eat lunch here.
As usual, the boss's signature dishes recommended Zhouzhuang, "10000 Mountain shoes" that is stewed Tibang may be relatively unique processing methods. Taking into account the hot weather, I decided to resist the temptation to point the two fresh vegetables and tofu soup in a pickle. Dazzling vegetables was very attractive, and that soup can be really good, although only the pickled vegetables and tofu these two materials, but very rarely. The boss to see me like something, it's come to boast, saying: "I know people say, I am here, the freshest vegetables, but do." Is not so I do not know, but this soup was really good. Originally used to pickle soup is a local specialty "food lady", but it seems well-deserved reputation does.
Out of listening to scull floor, another man burst burst, just some that point Tianran leisurely mood was again washed no more. I am a little regret selected weekends here can be no other option, as my white-collar workers, in addition to holidays, and almost no impossible to come out to play, could only take downtown where quiet, his search for the peculiarities of the town.
South Lake Park and the whole Temple, built in an official surnamed Zhou donated land. Zhouzhuang's name is derived from people's gratitude to the officials embraced weeks last name from. Here the land area, next to the white clam lake, and the comparison, few people a lot. The green trees, yellow temples, red incense, blue lake, green of the stone bridge, pink oleander, where the color really looks extremely beautiful, extremely-hyun. The scenery here, feeling relatively new, there is no ancient feeling, there is a quiet atmosphere. "Clang clang clang", ancient temple bells ringing, the sound of the air, floating in the afternoon, without a drive away from a lot of hot air, feeling there is a sense of the sacred rising from the depths of the human soul. Xiu nourishes the sex? Sitting under a tree, relax the limbs, suddenly so sleepy for a while, would like to calm down, want to give up some of what you want to rest properly.
Fan out from the floor, they really lost their way, reached the depths of the town. Is not the depth of town, where the house is not what the old-fashioned, mundane housing only: a black cat world have made it a mission in the wicker chair on the sleep; number of old people in the chat, see us coming, laughing a smile as a signal to us from across the courtyard; steps, the heat of summer just sleep, a middle-aged people rely on the goal post fell asleep; a man wearing a construction worker costumes, to the shop to buy the water, claiming that was not ice Do not; while two people pushing a cart full of garbage from the roadway through. All this, there is work to rest, there are chat there to do business, there are a lot of voices have made me feel boundless serene and harmonious. Quartzite of the alley, when the stepping stone on the loose, there was the familiar verse echoed: "pluggin You Zhisan, alone a loss in the long, long loneliness of the Rain Lane again. I hope that every knot with a clove with the same Chou Yuan girl ... ... "
I think that is what I want to find a small town bar. Quiet, Enron, tranquil. The town also. The landscape is still a small town, small town atmosphere is still here, unfortunately, the current landscape and customs, like sub-home brother, can not be complete as in the past together. However, as long as you carefully to find, carefully taste, the town was able to meet your feeling.
I think I will come to town, but will choose on rainy days. The town of rain should not have so many people bar. When the southern town of Yuxi times every corner of the earth set off fresh turmoil, is to hang an umbrella, in that the bridge静静地等候dusk, waiting for the exchange of penetrating the soul with the town? Or in the case aside umbrellas dancing in the rain, right? Or you can listen to Basho night rain to find a place? Or to the lady of the restaurants are, to a cup of steaming hot tea, in the faint fragrance of tea in the spaced to be a dream?
Or select in the morning. Curl morning smoke, the embrace of a book, in the alleys through, encounter the same as the clove knot with Chouyuan girl? Or, pull a basket of clothes, to the faint side of the river washing, let the "Bang Bang Bang," the gavel sound of fluttering in the morning breeze?
Or select in the evening. If the sunset at the Tong, the standing on the bridge, decorate someone else's dream? Or simply in a small upstairs, listening to the sound of designated planning scull, accompanied and a cappella with Chuanniang? Or, so in the lanes, waiting for the general vision that Tai Xi?
People say: "can not become a reality, is the dream." Alternatively, the town is always a smile and I maintain a distance, will not let me and I was too close to her, so that only my dreams again and again, only in their dreams again and again my journey.
Author: yeoman
