From the car down in front of a mess with any complicated Xitang town is no different. Bagasse everywhere, barreling motorcycle, selling pirated audio-visual shop stood the Eight Dimensions Jay Chou. End of the street stands a large billboard, painted dreams of small bridges, only let me believe that they really did not come to the wrong place.
Greeting the people curious eyes turned down, a trishaw driver approached, I walk in the street within walking distance. There is no road signs and directional signs, kiosks through a dead letter, the streets are still bustling.
In the formation of the asphalt road to move forward, find the right there is a narrow little alley, pay no attention to the words is easy to miss. Width of one meter and a half into a small alley, in front of empty, winding end in sight. If there is a door shut behind me, cut off from all the hustle and bustle outside. At the foot of the rocks where long gaps with moss and lined with tall white walls covered with sparse gray traces. Walk like a time tunnel, a turn, the end of the alley is the riparian willow and Lang Peng. 'Wow' to look at numerous times in the album to see the scene in front of launch.
Promenade along the misty rain, come to the center of town Yongning bridge and security throughout the bridge. Bridge's 'Qiantang others' gate posts with a couplet: Zuili heaven and earth big pot in the sun and the moon long. Stone Arch Bridge sat sun noon, a small river on both sides of a hotel full of diners 'food on behalf of the Ming and Qing Dynasties', 'ring-tang', 'Drunken Lotus' and other fluttering in the breeze over the river Jiu Qi. Xitang day as a show court, tourist crowds followed the guide from the various small alley fall in. out happily cruise tours, holding the camera around the fire.
I hid burning in a private guest houses in Hong Kong, the squandering time daytime. Hong Kong banks on both sides of the spring burning willows Yiyi, every household fine spring day. Guest houses, is a master painter, there is a virtuous wife and adorable daughter. Guest houses is the name of the painter's teacher to take, and contains 'you and I are both life passing' was intended.
I went to when a lot of kids in the hall to study painting. Guest houses during the day the hall is the gallery and the classroom, at dusk, when the door has become a living room and dining room on the. Through the courtyard, followed by two rooms and master bedroom. Master bed room are from the countryside enlist the old mahogany bed, four-sided Circuit has carved, inlaid with two symmetrical flakes and four flower pattern.
Sitting on a wooden chair by the window, open the carved long-pane, the warm afternoon sun, shining down. The plum blossom fragrant courtyard from, as well as camellia, and lush bamboo pots. Birdcage hung under the eaves, Pan raises thrush, and hibiscus bird sounds mildly crisp. Put a 'Yuzhouchangwan' zheng music, soak a cup of hot tea, point a cigarette, reading a good book, you can while away the afternoon.
The night it began to drizzle. Town where the tourists had been dispersed, Xitang taste gradually appear, guest houses, the owner took me to wear a small lane. He is a curious about new things, personalized romantic person. We walk in the dark alleys and dilapidated courtyard, listening to the former homes of wealthy families in town, he with his right story. There is wine, the open-meter shop in the herbal medicine shop, and shipbuilding, and now we can only sigh: So Colorful blooming, it seems so all paid with piles of rubbish. Standing in Wolong bridge, this part of the river port was once a small town between Shanghai and freight traffic arteries. Today is the calm can only be imagined a grass-grown river had had a busy spectacular.
Return trip through the misty rain promenade, more and more the next big rain. Langpeng under the red lanterns and reflection in the water, fade enchanting look blurred. Rain along the eaves of the trickle-down the river promenade, forming an elegant curtain. We turn the sons Laifeng bridge, sitting under the bridge of the ship, drinking at his home carrying a good warm rice wine, adsorption of my Kabi, blazing to chatting. Rain over the river to draw large and small circle, arch inside surface of the water with the waves rocking the reflected light and shadow, flickering. The night was deep, the reflection of the lights a lamp is off, occasionally a few passers-by of late came from our heads, footsteps echoed in the quiet air.
Xitang morning, the river inundated with a layer of mist to shore up the banks of the housing, such as a significant illusory mirage. I put maps and a sense of direction in their minds, with the nature of the shuttle in the rivers and lakes in the labyrinth of the old house, street to street, see the bridge across the river, deliberately allowed itself to lose.
With the weather slowly, a small town began to wake up. The narrowest lane width less than one meter, and often more than one hundred meters long. The stone walls on both sides usually have seven or eight meters high, the sky is just a meandering lines. Walking Among them, alternating with others can only sidle over, the real Yuanjialuzhai. Faintly heard the sound of doors where people's discourse, walls deep courtyard, courtyard in the singing of birds. Side streets chink bike, turned around and look back, silhouette is flashed by.
Alley Piaoqi the intermittent smoke, heard the radio drama again and again. From time to time with hawkers shouting loudly through it, lug the burden of selling salted egg, soy sauce, and Tui Zhexiao car selling flour, and even to sell the holding cages along. Huanxiu the bridge, one hand clutching a goose Aunt wing stagger walk. Engraved stone deck surface of a pair: boat from Jasper ring, too, people step onto the Rainbow line.
Old people walking in the river early mornings, nod and smile at me kindly. Langxia a puppy playing in the street and hear footsteps, I quickly ran back inside the house. After a while, it seems that thought of my own responsibilities, then came out on my heel side beating bark. To a halt, put the stone on the right foot forced Yi Duo, which fled back to the frightened, only dare to whine at me across the threshold. Pillow river stone in front of others-class marina on the toilet brush, with the other side where the Daisow Shuige greet each other.
Tired, sitting in a beautiful promenade by the river under a daze. Close your eyes and nodded, the ear is the voice of the town's streets and marketplaces, and a scull boat rhythmic sound of waves gently. In the warm sun, let his slowly rotting.
Tip: Hangzhou to Xitang, in Qijubeizhan by CMB, 1 hour 20 minutes
Author: echoqw
