Saturday morning, rushed to the train station had been no time to Jiashan tickets. In desperation, changed to Jiaxing. This change, but some unexpected success journey. Jiaxing Station out, a few steps away from the edge of the South Lake. Two years ago, he joined the past once, but only cursory. This finally may be arbitrary, within walking distance of the line. Xu weather reasons, the South Lake seems a little more gloomy, think of The Eagle-shooting where Kezhen Wu Yan Yulou side has always been said that more than smoke and foggy, it seems word.
Leave Yanyu Lou, eaten five Fang, fasting, and by Pakistan to Xitang. At this time the weather began to rain Piaoqi the ox hair, think of prior to Zhouzhuang and Wuzhen is this kind of weather, only to the time Xitang is Sunny, it seems this time God is to help me feel about the whole thing. Into Xitang to turn a few corners, fierce to see a brand and Rain Gallery. Can not help but laugh with friends, this indeed is the word with the stem on the misty rain. Along the river twists and turns, and regardless of compass directions, and claim whatever they like, walks by the reins. Pocket to pocket to go and do not know on the inside turning laps.
Finally find some hungry stomach, and friends said Xiangtangshan very good reputation on the Internet, so all the way to find the past, went to ring church door, but found a small shop, is hesitant to the occasion, the boss smiling, the opening went on: " Here is a sound church. "He that said, Dao Ba 3 say sorry we are together. Come to shop and sit down, point a few local dishes, taste really good, the boss's attitude is also not to say that compared to our last years of the Ming and Qing dynasties, when to eat too much food on behalf of the good.
Apart from fond to see the table, away from the agreed upon time there is an hour by boat. About nothing and tried to see if the afternoon had not been entered Zaiqu stone skin Lane. Pocket to pocket to go Huting around the same time, the two cried out in surprise, quickly burst chaos of view, I realized that in the afternoon worn out shoes in fruitless searching of the wonton stalls, allegedly tastes very fresh, with another Maidou Fu Flower stall and said Shuangjue's. Unfortunately, just eat a meal, but it is envious belly full. Pan few words with the boss, an appointment tomorrow morning and eat a Zhuanlian is Maidou Fu flower stalls, but also a totally tasks are derived. Indeed unintentional. Excitedly, I think of the original goal and continue to Douzhuan, soliciting a big circle, it was found Natiao quietly hiding in the alley on the opposite corner Xiangtangshan place. Under the dim light on, only one person walking in the alley, the muddy I do not know where they are. Lanes at the end of a string of red lanterns, and hazy, as if into a time warp, back to that era of white walls and black tiles.
Out of the alley, the time is not early, rushed back to ferry, jumped a Wupeng Chuan, it was found that only three of us passengers. Boatman's point leisurely cigarette, a pole stays away from the shore, accompanied by babble sound of the oars, and began a journey that we most enjoy. At this point, the sky has been all black down, the two sides hangs a series of lanterns, the day of the noise suddenly disappeared without a trace, the whole river and the boatman is only the three of us, listening to the sound of the water, we all spontaneously stopped to talk quietly to enjoy the tranquil. Dull red lights in, shaking the water waves, silhouette, like houses, arch, all in all, constitute a dream called Jiangnan. And we are immersed in this beautiful dream, unable to extricate themselves.
Author: regnad
