(A) sit back and Clouds - Xitang
"I hit south through it,
That the face of such in the season, such as the opening lotus fall. "
With regard to the various allusions Jiangnan has always been numerous, in relation to Ling, and Su Xiaoxiao Jiangnan; the king of Wu and Yue in the battlefield, has already escaped beauty, disappeared Fan Li. For centuries, or vice versa in passing, but also in the wind, vaguely heard the distant sigh of Emperor Qianlong. Jiangnan, really there are too many legends.
5 Inspired by Heng Fa Chuen Ling juvenile anadromous rain all the way down to Jiuqi breeze Jiangnan town, looking for his cousin Picking; then we, in this haze does not show in June days, went to look for what?
Six-member delegation (I, weiqi, Muzi bamboo, will be swimming fish, Tintin, Yan Yan) at 7:00 of the rain and fog in the morning reached the Xitang. At this time, the entire Xitang have yet to realize that the streets and alleys, empty paths a no trace, and everyone shut the door, "Qiongyin does not ring / March for spring curtain does not expose / your heart is a small window Fei tight cover. "(2). We are wandering around, Si Xiali looked every household of the old carved wooden doors of wood, impetuous mood d.m.z. calm down. Rain has stopped, weiqi, he insisted on only to dispel the idea of MM cloves Youzhi San encounter, all the way to find the hope that smell has long been longing for the smell of the small wonton. I look at the camera lens inside the town, water, gas and Dawn on the ceiling from the old house head leakage trace of light, the blazing to sprinkle on my front weiqi and fish on the back on the old stone on the road obscure lot of attention The blue light and shade, wrapped in around them, a time, actually feel like being in the old days, the old movies. We are curious to drilling drilled in the streets and alleys, in the narrow alleys in the dark to experience a small adventure of fun. Occasionally the families who get up early on our good intentions into turned a blind eye, it is really free it. :)
Fish clung to his usual rational and calm, find what you want to walk the bridges and flowing water, the misty rain towards the famous promenade. Tintin and I was busy photography, the river is the rows of white walls and black tiles of the old house, because older, the walls have been some dilapidated, and reflection in the water waves gently swaying, the popular view is also drunk. Panicum shore breeze with the breeze Rourou way, as the morning and carefully dress and make up long hair girl. "That's the gold sur-willow / is the sunset of the bride / waves inside the Yan-Ying / waves in my mind ... ... ooze green Nymphoides / oily in the underwater swagger / In the Kang River Roubo Lane / I will be glad to do a water plant! "
weiqi led Muzi, and Yan Yan are still looking for four small ravioli of nowhere, and to explain to them the task of our trip - a daze, that is nothing to think about, do not do it, facing the river, the old house and weeping willows, free to daze, arbitrary squandering their youth - days, how luxury ah! Reached the end of the promenade misty rain, he deliberately sat in the gallery of intervals, Vicia Tuosai do look dull like the model to us. While trance reverie Lianpian beautiful people, but this one Mody ... ... Hei hei. :)
Cruncher, eating ravioli and drinking soy milk, the vendors scramble to get up early in the morning made the first business. A small stone bridge in the river, each of us to move a small bamboo chair, like kindergarten children, as obediently sitting in a circle to eat breakfast. Wu Pengchuan the river began a busy day of living, boatman grinder figure sway with the waves in the water, comfortable and serene. Then shops have opened, we have six people munching fried green beans town of specialties, in all kinds of shops down the back Guang Zhao Zhao Sapporo randomly buy some small town specialty. Where the goods are quite a unique and bamboo small windmill, small wine racks, and blue calico cloth shoes, made of sesame cake ... ... and those who demonstrate traditional crafts of the blacksmith's shop, shop scales so that we ... ... all of these urban people excited. Handwoven cloth for a dress until we place a strong interest, the Tintin shaking just bought a goose feather fan shouted to us: "hey, hey, how you have to buy shroud ?"@#$%^&*^%$# . There is a local boy riding a tricycle on my Wolf Claw Quick-drying pants was very envious that so many nice clothes Where can I buy it? I am pretending to be mysterious to say that imports from the United States, and what you want, then the next time I come to bring you a few? He immediately was eager to say that you bullish Oh, I remember the license plate number is XXXXX came to me ... ... ha.
Similar small-town attractions, including the First Jiangnan Lane - stone skin get, most are fascinating. Both sides of gray brick wall sandwiched between the very narrow pass a secluded path, as if heaven and earth hung Mongolia thin strip of sky. MM had looked curiously looked the rise, the warm pink clothing and icy soil has become exactly the old white walls in sharp contrast: ancient and modern, youth and dusk, a time, actually distinguish is in King, the is a result of life of the King. :)
Stroll stroll ah ah, finally go tired, we came to the end of the corner of Promenade, the famous Qiantang people hotel, facing the river's beauty in the sidelines, looked for a table to sit down. Gong Zhu four cards, two pairs of river daze. At this time almost noon, Yourenruzhi, tour guides with a steady stream of large team of people around us. We, while intently arch arch ah, once again enjoying the river breeze with water vapor through a small bamboo curtain blowing, breeze ears of the nice, close to the hustle and bustle of noisy actually turned a deaf ear. The back to eating people, because the most favorable terrain already occupied by us, but to go to Heigulongdong fan blowing inside the hotel, and Hehe.
Finally arch tired, we are slowly eating the local dishes: white tofu, salted egg yolk fried pumpkin, etc., to a large glass of local self-made女儿红yellow drink, weiqi Yaotouhuangnao to revelry big hair, nonetheless belly where ink is limited, after all, did not assign a poem to do to play a return to the modern Yiji, Alas. :)
When we got up fond, we found the poor tourists has long been guided band disappeared, and Xu was rushed to the bar the next attraction. We also stroll in the misty rain up on the promenade. During the encounter a group of three small pleats wear PLMM, I do not know why, she features a move opposite the fish and the clap Muzi laughter. Muzi give full play to the teacher's own charm, with its own pink dress sunglasses from a small MM, and her pink sundress exist side by side; fish Xiaoyanmimi lovingly looked at her, sometimes went so far as crazy the past ... ... Oh, so warm images, was successfully shot down, I! :)
Take a look at the car is still too early to Wuzhen, we have a gallery under the Shop before the stop, the owner of a small table and a pile of small bamboo chair moved to the river banks Chuiyangliu side, drank two iced green bean soup and Tian Jiuniang on drowsily Qiao Zhao feet to fall asleep in the afternoon visitors Nuanfeng Chui was drunk, I Never Dreamed I Was a passenger ah ... ... eyes open, when one, hey? How there are several cameras at us? Oh, the original of people who come to collecting folk songs in Shanghai rest of our beauty regiment also served as a scene of Xitang. Ha.
Heard that the night view of Xitang are beautiful, but because of time, we had very fond memories of this town goodbye, 2:50 in the afternoon, get on car, went straight to their next destination - Wuzhen gone.
Author: molulihua
