Zhouzhuang - a poetic dream-like place names, how many people have repeatedly called her own dream home.
This summer, I took my dreams to visit her mood.
The narrow stone alleys criss-cross, a low wooden houses and then a close together, the narrowest alley across the street at the eaves nearly touched together, appear dark and narrow alley, only the midday sun will patronize. In contrast-connected waterways hand, appears to open up. Zhouzhuang's waterways and alleys, like the dense, take on board the "hey is" sound in slowly from a different era, different shapes of the stone bridge to cross, no labor feet can reach any place in town really do not have some fun.
In Zhouzhuang two days, You people are frequented Shen hall floor fans and other attractions only a very brief, and the remaining time to the shuttle in the lanes over and over again, stepping on a smooth road to see a wide variety of quartzite shop. Most shops are selling crafts, antiques, calligraphy and painting, bosses, speaking in a Wu-ning soft language, politely recommended the their goods. The whole town a trace of a hint of peace of the gas.
After dark, individual's and shops were closed. Quiet street, only sparse street lights dim light given, when the town is your exclusive. A person slowly alley at night, riding in the reddish stone on a leisurely Qingguang would think maybe a few hundred years ago the ancients are made on such a night, without lights through the night through the faint moonlight Lane. He may be friends of late after the bar, then he must be leisurely pace may also take one-third of tipsy; if he is returned from a distant wanderer, then he must be hurried pace with a fraction of can not wait. In any case, it is a kind of feel at home, their hearts must be very practical, because there is a deep alley in front of goalkeeper waiting for him to open.
Gentle footsteps echoed in the quiet lanes, it seems that the Millennium of the quiet broken foot. All daytime turbulence receded from the heart, bustling me away away from the earthly. Years ago, I have lived in such a small town on the night back, listening to the echo of his footsteps, and I feel will become calm. Now. Town has long been under construction beyond recognition, and I also visited the city. Calm gradually lost in the bustling heart of the Red Dust. By this time, I was back Zheke lost his sense of balance for many years. Ordinary day from time to time all my troubles disappear entangled heart, leaving only the flat, well-being.
Postscript: This is my six years ago, when I swim Zhouzhuang feelings, Zhouzhuang has been people have changed now, this paper did not seem everyone's travel guide. But I still have to write this article because I left Zhouzhuang promised him when I want to write a Zhouzhuang travels to commemorate the love of our trip. Zhouzhuang, one time I did not think different, we want to see in this life have no chance! Now write this article to commemorate my love of this to no avail and my hard waiting, waiting for a wandering son will never go home
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