Traveled six southern town, I love Xitang alone!
Suzhou tours of corruption by an opportunity to Change a boss telling a downright lie xitang ticket diversion, where the misty rain on the promenade to the romantic, the temptation to pursue me from afar!
When I arrived in town The Other equipment, dusk had come to attend to look at the scenery, we asked accommodation, passers-by pointing stone skin get. Lane on both sides of the mansion is full of gloomy walls, narrow only one person had passed, I walked with hesitant steps, deal to get, as if no end in sight, saw the rise of the narrow sky, could not help speed up the pace, frightened heart scared away more than 100 meters, when I should doubt their own, suddenly and suddenly appeared in front of a small attic, near a view, ancient stone a letter to "Jingyi Xuan," crossed the high threshold, stood wooden wall tables, random Tanzhe a brochure: one day to do Xitang people, both good and humane accommodation ad ah! Across time and space in general as if the tunnel before it was actually an ancient style of the auditorium, dim lighting, silence. Until I walked into this lady's boudoir to sit down, all the trance like a dream, boss of Jiangsu and Zhejiang unique words, soft sweet Cantabile, the next like a poison that can not be rejected. Looking around the boudoir, as the boss said, everything is fake copy the Ming and Qing dynasties, the ancient name for the von mansions, rich side, must have also crowded.
And tonight, the whole Zhaizi one person living alone on my. Quiet, did not have experienced such a loneliness of the night, lifted the curtain looked out the window, fading light, disappearing with layer upon layer upon layer of Daiwa powder wall, people inexplicable melancholy! Close the small window shutter down on the side so heaven and earth, is not it a bit like a beautiful girl sitting alone cloves window, all day long embroidered red female, her Daimeiqingcu, full of melancholy, Shen Shenshen yard dash? Even if the clouds often shut windows wuge Unfortunately, locks re-Dream House, flowery youth in this dying while waiting for ... ...
"Oh!" Ears actually sounded hidden bitterness sigh! There are like soul back, quiet and elegant Transamerica Tiao lean silhouette is floating. Who are you?
Why have not left a hundred years? For whom the pain lingered for whom? ... Silent, sat tonight with my next window, and your shadow children 2. Light ember To sleep, the film also put people toss hide. Helpless, helpless. Good Qihuang my!
Night, alive; heart, lost! ... ...
Tired, tired, less sleep, sleep!
Early morning the town was amazing. Sleeping like a muddy old opened his eyes slowly, when the first ray of morning sun shone in, The eyes of brilliance, vibrant, lit living rivers and lakes.
Get out of stone skin, cross-bridges, are attracted to such a long-Lang Peng appeared in front of twists and turns thousands of miles, under Langpeng bluestone-paved streets, tightly Yilian Zhao river, opposite a brick style of the Ming and Qing Dai tile pillow river people, water Sisiwenwen Qing Che land flowing clear, smoke-filled in the guxiang Ancient Street bridges, and can be seen everywhere eighty or ninety-year-old or a staggered walk, or sitting alone front of the house; a few dogs remain relaxed stroll around, but I occasionally cast a glance slower to catch on self-care leave; child helping her mother to the small stoves plotted; students rushed from under the Langpeng walk through; big people riding bicycles fly, shed all the way of being conscious crisp sound, Sunshine generous layer of gold plated to Langpeng. Peaceful, comfortable, good an elegance indifferent to civilian life, a good one insular paradise! I was completely surrendered, and easily Rong Jin town, honest folks think of me as excursion returning students, eyes, then where are all permeated with a deep affection, I am confused, and go home? Home!
Town wide water, willow, Painting, home or Liaoqiao cold spell, there has been Liulv bonuses. Squeak is heard, curved stone bridge there was a small wooden boat, overjoyed at the boatman father and son shy smile, I jump ship, this ship was originally the water clean up garbage, father and son have done here 10 years, a day on the water come and go, the two robust arms dark, and skilled co-ordination, picked up the weeds, leaves, and some garbage, the elderly have been fortunate that there are no erosion of business travel, the workload is not large. Today, inherited his father's remains to guard the rivers and lakes! Standing on the bow, facing the sun, morning breeze blowing my hair, refreshes and past troubles, last night's Qi Huang, has disappeared without a trace!
Farewell boatman and his son came ashore Yongning bridge, the town's scenery glance. Heart suddenly itch, and go borrow my portfolio and carbon pen, excitedly selected the best point of view, the sudden retreat into someone else, and go back to busy to apologize, that people are not even say sorry, you look closely, is wearing glasses, a long Fat not less than nothing to my young man, hands like a professional photographic equipment Zhangqiangduanpao, the same horizon Oi King who come across why acquaintance. Smiled and nodded at the bridge on their busy opened. With the carbon-pen wielding, rivers and lakes of the promenade, scattered there to the homes, Wu Pengchuan on the river, like a stone arch on, slowly sketched into my mind. This painting did not have a passion for a long time, and forget about how long until a drop of water fell into the nose naughty beads, surface Dangqi wave after wave of ripples, it was found rain. Misty rain Mi Meng, enveloped the town, water, gas catch a glimpse of the girl last night, clove-like dance lightly, good one ink south! No wonder you're not willing to leave!
"Hey! Avoid the rain, right?" Said long-haired young candid. "Well!" Pick up a good artist's materials, accompanying him into a restaurant, Restaurant Zuobi the words "Taibai legacy," the paper is punctured the back, behind the counter is a small blackboard, faintly visible, "Kong Yiji 19 beer money owed to the text."! Familiar scenes, Could it be ... ... .. I am puzzled look to Ada (long-haired youth), he gains a nodded, "You guessed right, there used to be filmed Xianheng hotel." End-point cooking, I wink Yaotouhuangnao: "The more Talking? small carry on!" goodwill aroused a burst of laughter. Ada talkative, well aware of the town, chatting about wine culture here, the ship culture, roof tiles inscribed with cultural, Wets Poetry Society, the historical changes Xitang backs of their hands. I can not wait to be a specialty product Xitang, 300 plum wine, in such a poetic name, so I do not Zhanjiu's eager to obliterate one, sweet soft smell to more mellow rich. Water bridge people out of the window, the window bosom friend Food & Wine, life Qi Yue zai!
Rain stopped, I have Weizui! Sitting on bridge, watching the 13:01 point of the season, we have no one to speak, quietly watching the town, this time silence speaks! According to the water Langpeng of red lanterns and a lamp points up, and fell into a string printed on the surface of the water with red, along the promenade stretching into the night, water under the water, with stunning charming! I think I was really drunk! ... ... ..
When I returned to the city's office space, calm into work, I no longer complain about!
Is often recalled the Yangtze River, clove-like dancing girls, sweet voice came:
1 Water Alley Bay, Gulf Stream,
Water Alley song children of light has passed,
Apricot Lane side rouge color,
Brick wall full of branches
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Author: dalacinc
