Under the heavy rain at dusk, came to Wuzhen.
After the stage, the four weeks it is becoming more evening mist. High the stage was ablaze with lights, a bright dress Huadan, on stage. She put a rocking three places went to the front, the movements are doing just the right gestures, Twister and the audience cast a red sideways winks. Under the stage Kongkuo square, beans on a large stone thrown in the episodes rain drops, like champagne bubbles in the beating. The square empty, occasional busy-looking people in both sides of the Galleria Lane hurry to get somewhere. Piaopo heavy rain, the music could be heard just fine, only hard to see musicians on stage playing the mouth movements and Huadan together in a one, people just like living in among the post-modern Absurd Plays.
Night of the town are empty, we, like ghosts walk in a dead city. European-style street lights to pull up maps as if the stage set, after rain washed the door closed, the stone pavement faint reddish light. Cruise stopped the operation of a busy day, neatly lined up in a small bridge under the gently swaying with the water.
Turned out of the scenic side streets, bustling night live up immediately. Men chatting in a small teahouse watching television, the women engaged in small talk with children guarding a snack stand, a steaming pot of stewed lamb fabulous. People in town have their own life, has nothing to do with the scenic spots of the old house, has nothing to do with the small bridges.
Without their Wuzhen, was actually so lonely.
Morning Wuzhen, tourists have not yet flocked, only I am a person wandering around.
Walking in the bridge, the river flows slowly. 'Wave' in your voice a fish emitting two bubbles, Dangqi Watermark, is once more calm. 'Yi Ya', the bridge on the opposite pane Shuige was open, and a Green Jackets women to mop hanging on the wall, with the window air-dry the bacon hanging live in harmony. Depths of several more people alley language and cough concentration, one is already gone. To get up early, elderly people sitting in front of watching the river, look at a loss, expression sluggish.
Main Street East, the three-meter-wide stone path winding Li inward, no end in sight. On both sides of the wooden board quietly stood in silence in silence. A plaque and lanterns hanging under the eaves, is written 'XX vegetarian', 'XX Square', the little lock on the door one held hostage.
Listen Langpeng footsteps moving around inside, suddenly 'crash' look, someone pour into the river, startled sparrows swirling. I saw the wind trajectory, swept through the forest shake withered leaves, skim the surface Dangqi ripples.
Tip: Hangzhou East Bus Station by Express Bus, 1 hour 20 minutes to Wuzhen
Author: echoqw
