Pointing in the selling masks brother, I put Xitang as I travel around the East China maiden journey.
Accustomed to seeing the northern mountains, the first time to see the Jiangnan watery region of the gentle, as if I had just entered the Grand View Garden Granny Liu, how the eye is not enough. On the train from Shanghai to Jiashan, I quietly standing at the two cars at the link and watched the scenery outside. April Jiangnan, large areas of rape has been and fall, occasionally, there are also open in the front of the house behind the house, Can-yellow, people's hearts in such a sudden and rainy weather was fine.
From Jiashan to Xitang, but a ten-minute drive down the car, I was just relying on feeling, walked along the road to the park, as cities and towns throughout China, as prosperous, bustling, modern. There are far to see the parking lot of the brands, I got into the alley the following brands, the immediate feeling is entirely another. Mottled stone walls, wet stone road, narrow courtyard, which is Xitang town do? Town, so in the shade of the weather, telling the history of their own for centuries. I saw the first one of the stalls selling fried green beans, bought a bag of green beans, blazing a walk in the streets, the blazing taste of the beans taste, the taste of town. I say do not live in the town on their own feelings when walking, only, only, what kind of history, deeply invasive own bone marrow. I imagine, Les Yeux good gaze of the Township woman, insisted on an oil umbrella, in the hazy season, walking in the alley where quartzite is how the atmosphere million species; I imagine, pre-existence, I live in the This town, the three-meter wall of locked in Xiulou me, I only looked at the window of the flowers, pre-trial of the bamboo, thinking of the lover.
The reason is because over the weekend, the town Liren many rare secluded place, that is, pre-and water-yang Laoyemiao 7 Floor, Wu-fu near the bridge. In the seven Laoyemiao near one of the front, stood a bamboo chair, there is no master, I sat down, watching the distant noise of people, thinking if old, they can also, such as town of Like old people, sitting quietly in front of the What a peaceful well-being. Thin strip of sky of the Gorgon Fruit cake is said to be the best in town where, for those who like to eat me, nature is not forgotten, so, in looking around, it was found a thin strip of sky of the shops, small stores, like all Xitang shops, like small stores, but it reveals a kind of clean and refreshing. Dining At present, I naturally look of the brilliant, brilliant, I probably was infected, the folks at the store I bought a box of extra later sent me some, let me walk and eat, I am naturally delighted, and accidents harvest, so that my heart began to dance. Shuiyang floor was his last stop, when they saw the water-yang floor, I did not mind building shuiyang any information Qiguaibaguai only after they arrive there. Warm hostess and deep courtyard, I entered the town old house's history. To explain, it is a great scenery of the southern girls. Shuiyang floor master, is a teacher, daughter in college to study painting, house yard, hang the girl's paintings, from small to big, girls, cats, painting is very spiritual (in my layman's eyes to see years), cat, or dynamic or static, thousands of people to love and affection. Lohan an upstairs bed, is said to be the only town along the bed of a Ming Dynasty. Shuiyang floor leaning against the river, standing on the second floor balcony watch out, surrounded by ancient tranquility, water, quietly flowing, willow, stands quietly, all these are all soothing the impetuous soul. Yang F, from water and look to the Wufu Bridge, the girl told me that when the bridge over Wu-fu, do not look back, so as to bring Wu-fu to take home. I follow the words of girls, in the Wufu bridge, has been looking forward in the hope that Dr. Chen's life with me.
That night, back to Shanghai, when the car reached the Shanxi Road, watching the city lights in the night without day, my mind is actually a red light is high in Xitang What a beautiful and passionate .....
PS: From the Xitang back a long time, remember that some messy, Xitang beauty, the feeling of rivers and lakes, not my best presentation out, Xitang, but I have a deep memory of a landscape, a quiet beauty there.
Author: heavenwy
