Never thought she would go to write an article about Zhouzhuang, since an early age to live in Shanghai, Zhouzhuang, in my eyes, how familiar are nothing but a small town close to that Bale. Especially in recent years, linked to a number of Wuzhen, Xitang and Zhujiajiao, similar to the scenery, an increasing concentration of commercial flavor cursory crowded populations, all of this, people felt like the right Zhouzhuang Jiangnan little scene never打不起精神to.
However, the sudden emergence of Zhouzhuang tour taste of everything, made me see a more true color of Zhouzhuang, a dumping of the makeup like a woman, not Shi Fen Dai makeup, but do not have means.
Lonely Cangshi Shop
This is because a sudden go to Zhouzhuang in Zhouzhuang heard of friends of friends opened a small shop selling Cangshi, due to curious, so wanted to see.
Shop is small, only half of the open face, and the rent is, the edge is to sell bottles painted Chinese Painting sisters. The walls hung full of small shops to bring something from the distant place, full of Tibetan-style pendant, colorful beads, there are various sub-Hui Zhao Lian magical patterns. Qinghai-Tibet Plateau was a unique atmosphere, like a shop music playing, Zheng Jun and Han, with the original full-bodied southern Xiaojiabiyu Zhouzhuang personality type is somewhat alien to most people is not understood.
What are spots on the opposite side in front of Miss etiquette constant weakly to "Welcome" sound, I therefore feel that this small shop in the Zhouzhuang's packed with the crowd, after all, is the lonely with the. Like his master, often sitting in the corner store, the point of Tibetan incense sticks, see "Norwegian Wood", which sounds like the music, nothing more. Have heard from a friend, he graduated from Shanghai Jiaotong University Department of Computer Science, working for a few years and noticed that you aspire to live in freedom, so in love with travel, fell in love with the rhythm of life, determined to go its own way with their own life .
In his very interesting place across the wall, put up pictures of Chang small, it was his people who love it, suddenly felt it is very touching.
A group of Japanese visitors to tour the store once bought a lot of small things, though I know they do not allow them to guide translation of deep understanding of these accessories with the culture, but the face of this material world, what we can.
Like to sit in front of the steps of shops in terms of people coming and going to see with the flag in the tour after the expression of people's naive to see about next door to the Tibang and pickle shops sold how many scrolls and blue cloth It was also the number of people to patronize. That was very life of leisure time leisurely to flow can be about anything, maybe they are a way of life. But that a touch of loneliness, not people understand the frustration, I would like to reside in the cities I can not afford.
Riverside weeping willow sun
In the evening, a day trip to Zhouzhuang tour group gradually dispersed, the whole town seemed quiet, friends suggested a walk to the riverside. The river regarded bamboo chair placed in a small riverside shops, looked a bit like an open-air cafes. Paoshang two cups of tea, we Linhe sitting. The setting sun slanting through the river willows drooping branches and leaves idle to sprinkle his body, Shengelanyao, she felt like the roof tiles on the opposite side curled like a lazy cat.
To bring the newspaper on the feet, since they can not bear to give such a good evening, to revive a heart inside this piece of the South, spending seems to really terrifying lead character in the top. Punting across the river from time to time, shaking smoke tree of the locals would sing to tourists listening, could not hear what they are singing, melody is the same. Boatman who do not understand the music come to occasional random hum another minor, the idea is not a nuisance. The distance an old man pulling some foreigners please erhu, singing some of Wu-ning of the opera to hear the soft words. Although I did not like these things, however, the bridge with the Zhouzhuang water, they do think that has quite the taste.
Have always felt that the atmosphere is not enough south-of-court sets pavilion, garden rockery, with a total reveals a slight Xiaojiaziqi. However, if the South compared to the flowers, I think that must be sweet-scented osmanthus, and makes a small, sweet, sweet honey, such as the sweet girl next door smile, though a bit cheesy, but could not help but do not like.
I went on this Jiao Ren could not help but do not like south where gradually intoxicated, and shallow to a tea, and their friends talk more if it seems there is no topic of the evening breeze seemed to have been blown to the bottom of my heart can Wenruan inside, a trace of wire to the heart to iron clothes were posted.
Moonlight Shuangqiao
In the inn at night watching football, though football is lost, just bought the beer has not yet finished, so they take advantage of the moonlight, we are determined to take a look at the night Zhouzhuang.
Stand a small group of middle-aged man singing river "Young friends, meet again tomorrow," finish at, and to see if they carried away with emotion what it was, it should be a bar to wait for a long time together. As they leave, this quiet town, we walked in the stone on the road, footsteps in the night sounds crisp. During the day when every household sell all closed the better of the Ti Bang the door, so paths also appears wide, clean, and without the chaos of selling groceries smell, no cries of excitement and electronic horn Minato, only the river side of caution in the shadow between the lights flickering. Occasional rise of days really is so blue, Jin-forging of the crescent and stars like bordered, which is the heart which you want to Zhouzhuang bar, the real Tunjin Qianhua are most of the town is a charming bar.
To Shuangqiao, I remember coming here last year, National Day, when the bridge is like a joke say that Shanghai's most crowded bus, everyone had to squeeze to cross the bridge crowded ah, indeed a terrorist. And now, Shuangqiao is empty, and the whole Zhouzhuang have been asleep. We then allowed to stay late as the occasional student, feel Qiexi. On the grounds of sitting on stone bridge, open the beer cans sound across the night sky, through the moonlight, through the vague shapes of Shuangqiao reflection of the river water, through a little bit drunk, found himself truly in love with the place. The quiet town of slightly sad, but really they begin to own a lot of memories to those who feel distant and small, those innocent and pure ideal of love those green Sese, those white fluttering era.
To see the distance a pair of lovers kissing in the tree's shadow where the duke could not help but speculate on what kind of a period and then they will love.
Although in Zhouzhuang only stayed one night, although the morning and woke up with a truck of the tourist bus and they have to plug the town's roads were crowded. But the hidden heart, is their own moment, carefully folded it and placed where. Therefore, the left, looking back, I see Zhouzhuang, is not with you different?
May 22, 2002 Wednesday
12:36 rain in Shanghai
Author: vivien75
