Think of Jiangnan, think of Rain Lane, You Zhisan, creak of the rocking giggle line and sound, think of tenderness and pathos, but the rivers and lakes but there is another quiet, Trend.
Sunny winter afternoon, about the 32 friends, carrying a bag of the rivers and lakes north of Zhejiang package arrived. Accustomed to looking at the surging waves of us all of a sudden have been fascinated by microwave tenderness of the rivers and lakes, spontaneously decided to cancel the trip later in this small Zhu Liangtian, so that daily stirring of the frame of mind can be a little relaxed.
Early morning, and accompanied by blue fog, leisurely dawn in the newly enveloped Water Alley between the small bridge on the river bank walk, and microwave in a small town in the morning mist slowly waking up, just like the baby just open eyes and moving murky The sleepy eyes, everything was so quiet. The way many people, only 35 get up early photographs of tourists and busy woman, river, beginning to be heard "buzzing" sound of the toilet and small get the occasional footsteps, as if the baby wakes up when the Yiya twitter. Morning breeze blowing accompanied by water waves, people suddenly hearty, just retained a little bit of sleep all at once in the morning mist drifted in. Sun quietly sprinkled on the wet stones to clear the road, small bridges under the Douhua start with stalls and chaotic spread of business, everything is so hotels specifically catering, totally not busy and noisy city.
Drink Pea waiting for the other two loving friends will be up late, after Qi came to the balcony tea, tea is just a matter of fact the roof of the residents at home, simple but clean. Attentive to our small business owners to brew a cup of tea Yan, verdant leaves in a transparent glass in the spin leisurely turned the white water vapor in the sun to rise slowly. We are reclining forward, he wanders the dark warmth of the sun, looking across the little bridge on the pedestrian gradually be filed, a laid-back, lazy, cozy feeling. Hungry, and called on a bowl of fried rice cakes, or the explosion fish noodles, but also, or big chaos, one's tongue to eat up, fresh! Buddies eating, speaking, laughing, no one was here, strange, everything is so natural, so kind.
Town there are many arts and crafts for tourists to visit the museum, but we do not deliberately go to look for just strolling along the promenade, stroll the small get to see beautiful wood carved, ancient bronzes, Jiangnan brush and ink, taste just been turned stir-steaming beans. Merchants were also very easy-going and in no way like the rest of their lives to solicit business, all at random, we seem to be the town's residents spend holidays with idle time. To rivers and lakes is a must boating, rent a small Kifune, the four men holding paddle askew in the waterway between Dangzhao, aroused the envy of shore visitors vision. Suddenly, a beautiful girl happily greet us, so full of boat disturbances, can not help but think of the phrase is intended to poetry: "That the Golden Willow River is the sunset of the bride, which glitters inside Yan Ying, in my mind waves "!
"Boat dwellers" is a good place for dinner, it was transformed into a boat parked by the river on a small pub. Black oily sauce snail, river carp delicious tofu soup, stir-fried Xiangnen Sun Jian, has already let us cross-flow of saliva! Hot on a specific wine southern altar, put How many pieces plum, wine aroma. Bet a big mouth, and had had a little nip in the air suddenly broken up by warm wine. Lights sometime on the river from time to time there are red lanterns hanging from Punta ship carrying Italian tourists worry about unfinished swim the distance came the sound of firecrackers and fireworks for the gorgeous rivers and lakes dotted with night atmosphere. At nine or ten o'clock in the town is Wanlaijuji the town there is no bar, karaoke OK sort of entertainment, residents and visitors have to go back early to rest, leaving only soundly of us, walked the pace leisurely walk back. Moods cramps, increase the sound of singing with the ROCK Luobin old gentleman's "Song of Youth", "The sun sets like the fear of tomorrow, up, remain the same next year, Xie flowers open. Beautiful birds flew non-Ying Zong, my youth bird never came back to 。。。。。。" quiet town suddenly awakened by us, followed by a sudden restoration of tranquility.
Bridges to sleep, and water are asleep, others sleep!
2002 Spring Festival Tour Zhejiang Xitang
Author: zhengzhehui
