Do not remember who said that everyone has a dream of his own rivers and lakes.
Went to the famous Zhouzhuang, crowds of visitors, all over the street Gone with the Wind, "Romance," Ti Bang, as well as all the people the atmosphere is hard to do business down the appetite. This is not my dream rivers and lakes. There should not just have black tiles and white walls, small bridges. That should be a place where their minds were quiet.
Ctrip, when wandering in to see posts to Wuzhen, readily listened to the call of rivers and lakes.
Our party was six people, this in itself is the best number of the same tour, will not be too lonely not to be too busy. However, we did not expect was the way these six and the big laugh lines and lively.
When the time is dusk, did not see such as the weave is a comfort to the visitors. I first went to West Street has not been developed, narrow alleys, old houses. Stall at the junction edge strong praise from the master to eat stinky tofu, the taste is different; in alleys and in the door of the elderly and chatted with him know why they would go a long outer security door with gate, why open a four-door Quartet side small window.
The sky late, but only a handful of others escape the dim lighting. Occasionally pedestrians and bicycles from the roadway in the walk. After a humble small bridges, partial eye-catching name has a "let go bridge." Standing on the bridge, the sunset has been heavy, twilight air hazy. To see an old man at the waterside stone steps vegetables and less clear water under the bridge silently flow.
Back when the days had been walking all black, there are hungry, tired, all the way to resist the call of every family restaurant, into the East Main Street.
This walk on the rivers and lakes into the dream.
A winding stream, the two sides quietly families. Langpeng shore long, empty silence; to be known as the "beauty through" empty the bench like waiting. South of the homes, the darkness, the silhouette presented a handsome. Star does not fan the sky is clear, the water security of the lamps are lit, but more seem Shuiguang flickering darkness blurred.
But usually just work for the proposed projects, the streets have been as quiet as the night, in addition to 32 like us late to the visitors and from time to time experienced photographers who carry a tripod, and the streets there will be no others. Companions said that this town is too quiet, as if no-one lives. In our opinion, such a quiet and it must be because of the reasons here, because tourism has become the day and night, people to people to empty the town. Go to the streets only to find that every house is inhabited by people.
Yes we are accustomed to the din of the city have been unable to meet the real nature of the quiet. We can not integrate into this quiet, we can only be destined to tourists.
Yes, we destroyed the whole street with a quiet laugh. Had just settled in search of food when the shelter found a family waterfront across the river, there are two Duizhuo the window, yelling the question is not clear that a restaurant people, we are happy washed the past. Also linshui seated in the window. The window is water, water's edge there are kiosks. The window are red lanterns, window where young people are happy eating and drinking games. Parked on the other side of the camera from time to time, we have also become another man's picture.
Up the morning sky blue, dawn reddened the sky and the river, cloud shadow. Shore, Ting-ting of the weeping willows, different forms of small bridges Bangshui written for historic houses and people are raised in the safflower Yanxia the beautiful green grass have cast their shadows on the river in the early morning Wuzhen addition of a somewhat more feminine than the night . People from the town's early, there are people in the unloading door, in the street up the stove, thick white smoke rising from the shore. An old man pulling a cart selling vegetables door to walk out of a bargain with his grandmother. A child riding a bicycle in the quartzite on the Ting-Ting crash after crash. Occasional sound more Chende this town early morning quiet. A person walking through the narrow alley, feeling that he is interfering with someone else quiet peaceful life. Until you see a people's halls were filled with spinning wheel and weaving machines, accent, speaking in the room who told me at eight o'clock began to work, only relieved the minds of tourists has become a part of this town.
Ship can not sit. Line and the shaking boatman leisurely, leisurely boat sway of the road in the Water Alley, the two sides slowly retreat from time to time to see vegetables and laundry of the elderly and women, bridges, and their reflection of synthesis of the entire circle or square head come. And peer twitter is still a playful, occasionally, when are silent and only heard the sound of the water line and tone, really want to go so has been the drift.
Sunlight gradually warm up, we have a sit idly in the doorway of the sun basking in the sun. Unfortunately, the name of flags of the tour guides and tourists are also gradually increased, while there has not been occupied by tourists all the time we left.
The only regret is that Hangse too hastily, to the water's edge a waterside tea tea have not been able to achieve the aspirations of chat.
The next time, I would like to return to this dream of the rivers and lakes, not look for culture, do not look for folk, nor find it carved doorway and you will find there is a tea shore, even if nothing is done, the sound of the waves line and where quietly in a daze.
Author: maggie_xin
