Last Saturday really need to release under pressure to Xitang hid for two days is really a good place, very elegant southern town, but the development is not excessive compared with the Zhouzhuang.
We are middle of the night to Friday, in Hei Ququ walk through the alleys, there are the stars, under the bluestone, next to the sound of gurgling water of the river, feeling very kind.
5:00 on a Saturday morning, teach you, and only a small amount of hard-work and school who have never even been to a thousand visitors loitering - trespassers were only us, watching the sun climb up from the bridge to the other side, walk in the river where a layer of mist , the heart can not concentrate. The place of the bean curd and small ravioli are a long absence, the taste, as if a child inside the house outside the alley.
9:30 off the tourists came, and then back to house to sleep. Lived in a friend's house, with reception room, the courtyard, rooms, main building of the kind of typical of southern residential areas, the owner is a painter, hung up a house painting. The courtyard is full of flowers, bird cage, there are thrush and starling. Entered the house lying down, especially starlings carved window named: Hello, hello! Ban Zhao thrush fell asleep in it mildly, the kind of sink to sleep, straight Shen into the afternoon.
No sound of the street outside, a man only got up, spectators are gone, idler out again. Bridges into the water side of a small restaurant, point of fresh vegetables, fish, point, point stinky tofu, ginger and rice wine points with the hospitality of the owner of the TV, to tell: with you to eat the same as usual on the line. And other dishes, the sky is getting dark. Outside the stream, on a dark and do not want to go home to help city kids, play in the dark Yaochuan to Wu Pengchuan fiddle like a dragon-boat race, laughter shake the whole town.
Go back to the way some of Xun Xun, they mashed ginger and rice wine in rhyme, the painter of the exercises at home and pick up students during the day, we teach you about him out, followed him not see five fingers reaching roundabout at the alley. Talk about old downtown, tell childhood comic titles, tell encounter capricious, and talk about innocent people in troubled times. Suddenly off flashlight, a dark quiet, can feel each of fine hair roots. But my mind was swing the night in singing, that what "can and hold on letting go" ... ... ... ...
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