"Drizzle" in Wuzhen
Morning to now, has been floating out the window was in Suzhou called "drizzle" in a very small strands of rain drift. Fluffy and messy, muddy oblivious fans Li River a group hanging over the city of Suzhou. His wife was under siege by this strands of rain drift over the house milling, and features a move to yell at me: "This is breaking the weather." So I thought a wife should be allowed to go to a good taste of this southern rain. Turn on your computer in half an hour online search a bit of information on the Yangtze River Delta and finally set the destination "Wuzhen." Wife finally going crazy, I grabbed the camera bag ran out of their homes. Of course, the door is about to shut Yicha I had to vacate a furious wife's hand grasped the little white hand, pulling her through the crack of the house.
Suzhou, Wuzhen directly to the car? South Gate bus conductor told I do not. In fact is there may be after 3 pm, there is no bar! So that we can only choose a first Tongxiang, Wuzhen Zaiwang Hui catch a ride to the.
Bad road conditions, condition poor. The car dirty, smoke, leaking, smelly feet. . . . . . Fortunately, his wife of these are not feeling fast in Britain to fall to pieces inside of the coach sound asleep beauty. Huang Dao, etc., when I fall into pieces soon stopped the car. To Tongxiang, and his wife hurray washed out of the car, a moment lost in the crowd, disappeared Ying Zong. To find her, she was sitting in the minibus Wuzhen, Tongxiang to.
Ai Ai, we arrived at dusk Wuzhen. Time is 6 o'clock afternoon, very few pedestrians on the streets, street lights and very few on both sides, the whole town seems to have to sleep. It looked like the Depression of the scene, head into the umbrella hidden inside his wife shouted: "The being insipid."
Twilight drizzle pass secluded alley, together with his wife unknowingly entered the "East gate." Most shops in the scenic spot closing burnout, standing in the roadway into the lonely valley of Utah. Lanes mixed yellow lights reflected in the rain washed the slate clean of its spread to the surrounding halo, Hun Hun ran another eye-catching, I had some illusions. Street shop by this halo of white walls and smoked yellow, and dilute the wall Ban Bo traces of thick wooden doors of shops were the Black Halo, over the years thick hair shows, the rise of the roof and the roof can be seen by this halo and rain kneading and fuzzy bear, while the long spread out the flow of light at both ends of the alley into the black paint gradually did the darkness, all the ghosts hidden. Flew up into the forehead of the strands of rain drift trace of the coolness of early spring, a little bit of hit us. Flagpole on the plaza in front of the red lanterns hanging issued miserable dim light, there is no anger. No one around, or even hear your own footsteps. My wife and clenched hands were cold, straightened up, narrowing his eyes on the city where the fairy tale is no longer La-noise. Walked, we went to a small river of rain Langxia. This unique Yangtze River Delta to facilitate the construction of our two people who come to see the rain. Unfortunately, this has not been much rain up, did not God's Earned dripping letter and wait to see the earth, but added Chanchanmianmian, erratic write endless chest frustrations. My wife said: "The Melancholy ripped the wire that is lavished on this drizzly sky." Wife, said: "Li Buqing, cut more chaotic." I laughed: "it would shave a bald monk forget." His wife smiling at my disposal to respond to a vicious pinch. Most of guarding the house across the river share of rivers and lakes static Mi, only a few fans of the windows reveals a light occasional phrase heard several more people, buyers, like from the days Lai. Night is not deep, but the town seems to have to sleep. I pointed to the house across the river to the wife, said: "My youth is in front of the night like this, quietly, and be able to quickly enter the dream." Wife is not a southern woman, did not recall this scene has no memory, naturally there is no lament in the chest, but said: "In such a quiet place to live will get old quickly." I asked why? She said: "people are not bad, the heart has been the old." His wife, then let me touch You Suosi, people may really be getting old and only asked for a quiet and comfortable life, then we are deliberately seeking the quiet life of this moment is for what is to avoid anything? Still feel that they have old? I do not want to find the answer, in this southern town crisp nights, the silent rain Langxia, pro-and his wife pass away, surrounded by wet air moisture cardiopulmonary me really want to forget the busy city life that I am.
Turn right at the end of the gallery came the rain is a stone arch bridge, along the shiny raw by years of bluestone steps slowly and, on looking back to the top of the bridge look Natiao rain gallery, and its contours have been disappearing in the dark night of , a few lights hanging lanterns to tell me, where we walk. Right side of his wife, said: "Xitang seen in the rain hung lantern gallery, when standing on the bridge watching the rain Gallery, red lanterns shining shiny red river shore, rain gallery, such as heaven and earth in general." His wife in silence, a moment before, said: "Do not be a paradise here, do"? Then came behind him, "Zhi Ya," soon as interrupt our conversation. Is a family under the bridge opened a gap of the door seam, front-line light diarrhea out, brings us back to the earth. The door out of a white woman, holding a blue or a bucket of water under the bridge on the panning the order. The river was calm, open water wave disturbance waves, splashed water in the quiet sound of the town destroyed. The rise with his wife's eyes meet, smile to the next bridge.
Alley exit doors downstairs, standing a Dazhao San people, it seems that waiting for us to walk in the past. When approached to see is a middle-aged women. With his Fu elephant, grinning with their loved ones like the two of us looked at one, and I responded with sheep-like eyes. Later it transpired that she was behind her house and mutton shop proprietress. Mutton Shop is an old two-story wooden buildings renovated, the empty their stores large, their stores of decoration was quite old taste. In front of a big pot of red color and attractive little lamb soup boiling braved blisters, their stores where Piaoman the smell of lamb, which tastes a serious boost to our already hungry belly. I feel the saliva under the tongue are spewing out, look at his wife, saliva has been shed mouth, and quickly told proprietress, feast serving. Rice wine, braised lamb, steamed white silk fish, Fen Zhengrou. Clean sweep, in addition to Natiao steamed white dead fish is not fresh, the rest have been cleaned off the belly of the security. Lite with 1.25 liters of Coke bottles have a bottle of rice wine, wine acid, tut, and a little sweet, there is no western Hunan rice wine is so turbid and relatively clear, it should be using the effect of filtration bar. And then point a plate of taro drinks, side by side, smiling proprietress of "hey" the prospect of another busy for them. A moment later, steam the taro exudes the flavor of the soil side of the up, peeling the skin, a surge of the smell of fragrance into the room quickly plug in his mouth, but also hastened the thumbs-up, said good. Off to one side smiling proprietress of the night, ready to ask us to live where? We say that yet to be determined. Her smile a little brighter that the house of a friend's house in scenic area, the prices cheaper than the hostels, because in the scenic spot so the door can also be free of the votes, but they do first-hand authentic good food, fair prices , is not considered to live into? His wife listened with great interest a very strong look, I waved refused. The owner of not more than speech, smiling to walk away. I looked at his wife's face a serious fumed: "I do not want to live there, this family-style hotel is a direct consequence brought about by environmental pollution and its sources in the scenic spot, this reflects environment Everyday, eat count The short-lived financial or not to let their hair good. " His wife is still fumed, saying: "We do not live, other people do not also live, do you think that if you could solve a pollution problem?" I am still seriously: "I can not restrict other people's behavior, but I have to be limited for their actions." His wife is no longer words, but is still indignantly. Wife likes to do one everywhere he went back to the local people feel, but I have numb. I do not believe that someone paid the money will look at you as a friend, you at most, he (she) is a service to customers only. Not only the experience of thinking, is a city people saw a lot of series results. "When people's desire for material more and more fierce when the town would lose quiet. And we would have lost memory, have had share of the loss of innocence." My wife said. Up the role of alcohol in wine, I feel that their cheeks fever, body simmer Yiguzaore spread in the whole body of each joints caused by the itching. Finished off a bottle of wine and wife up checkout, was not anticipated that the less expensive, but not too expensive. Out of their stores, the rain is still Xi Xi Li Li's fluttering. I stood in the rain on the wife looked at me, said: "we will certainly look at that rain Gallery Bar! Tomorrow morning has broken, is no longer there."
Author: lsting
