Last time I went to Wuzhen, I felt it was okay. This time I came to Xitang, I heard that it had the charm of a lilac girl.

The morning is quiet and peaceful. After a night of baptism of rain, although the morning sun does not show a smile, you can still feel the freshness in the air. The abundant rain makes this ancient water town more lively.

Walking along the path further and entering the local alley, the ancient town has begun to wake up. In the alley moistened by rain, every household will move the cooking stove to the alley, and in an instant, the fireworks on earth will spread.

I came to a small shop and sat down. I ordered a bowl of South Dust and it became today's breakfast. The plum wine I drank on the table last night was available in every shop here. It seemed to be the soul of a small town in the south. The so-called wine travels around the world.

The busy and crowded Xitang really showed its original appearance. The quiet atmosphere in the early morning seemed to be broken by the noise from the outside. The bustling crowd seemed to have suddenly rushed into this not-so-large ancient town, and the narrow alleys were immediately congested.

The sky was instantly suppressed by dark clouds, and the raindrops began to drip again. The black-sailed boat slowly rowed in the river. The propaganda board next to it said that this is the filming place of Mission Impossible 3. It seems that I want to increase the scenery here to a higher level, but the beauty of the ancient town is placed here, and there is no need for artificial deliberate description.

The graffiti of sending children to Fengqiao, the crowds resting on both sides, and the noisy sounds all constitute the unique feature of Xitang, but this feature may not be the original appearance of thousands of years. Johnson Johnson couldn't even imagine that in ancient times, such a human residence would be invaded by millions of people. The bloated and bloated may not be what this ancient town yearned for.

The boat passed by a bluestone bridge, and two tourists were filming the scene downwards, but I was filming the scene upwards. Isn’t this feeling absent from Bian Zhilin?

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who look at the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your window,

You decorate someone else's dreams.

The long stone road, small buildings on both sides, the sound of wooden door panels, and the sound of the flowing water in the river. Although I can't see too many local people's true lives, along the way, the ticking of bluestone roads and the occasional noise of tourists do not prevent me from experiencing the tranquility charm of the ancient town.

Occasionally a woman was washing clothes by the river in front of the door. The peace was something that I, an outsider, couldn't bear to break. The birds in the sky were chirping, and occasionally there were greetings from neighbors and villagers. The river water flowed quietly, and the reflection of the house was magnificent on the water surface, like an ancient ink painting.

Who have you ever passed by, an unspeakable dream. One person drags an obsession and stays in this silent world. The miss from the north are swaying in a small town in the south, looking for a result, a sustenance that seems to be another world.

Walking alone is a chaotic struggle, a sigh without end, an endless dust and twilight at a glance, and a hesitation all the way.

The morning and the sunset have a unique silence. So we set out along the mood and searched for the soft light of the sunrise and sunset. Time was used up on the stone road, but the hundreds of folk houses that were winding along the river about 400 meters back and forth actually produced sorrow and joy.

As time passed, my feet hit the rhythm on the stone road, and I realized that the horse's head wall was staggering, and it even developed a different kind of interest. Under the cover of ancient trees, the white wall was as beautiful as a woman who dared not reveal her long-term hidden voice.

Houses built along the river are not a copy of each room. Some buildings build arcades to make full use of space; some buildings are covered with eaves in front, so you can have an inch of scenery one step, and you will feel a little joy in your heart.

It can shelter from rainy season and shade the sun in summer. The volcanic gables of Baijianlou have three-stack horse-head walls and pipa-style gables. There are also gates between each building, and the stone guardrails along the river are neatly built.

Time flows, and the fireworks of this world are all drunk by the river. The grandmother with slippers is washing clothes on the stone-made riverside port; the grandmother wearing a hat is fishing quietly on the stone road; he heard the greeting of the boss's wife at the door of the store, and saw the grandmother's eyes looking out through the wooden window lattice.

The sorrow and joy of this world suddenly became less important under their influence, and the desire in my heart was simply left elsewhere.

When you stop, the fragments of life left by time can make you excited. Some of the houses are closed, some are hidden, while others are open without any scruples. They dare not look in for a moment, for fear of being peeking into the secrets of this family.

Sitting on a wooden bench beside the river, looking at the houses on the other side, and the tourists passing by from time to time. I was wondering, if I were born and lived here, would I be like them, and could I open the door and let passers-by explore clues in my life?

Just thinking about it, this is just their life, and we outsiders are abrupt.

But we are wearing slippers, washing clothes by the river, sitting in a horse stool and fishing quietly, or cleaning up the quilts for drying. It is embarrassing that we are wearing fancy photos everywhere.

Suddenly, a little sadness arose. After living in the city for a long time, the house made of steel and cement was not closed every day, and even when I met the old man next door, I walked by indifferently.

I don’t know if you have ever walked through her alley, and the afternoon of the food is fragrant, and there are traces of the mistress splashing water in the middle of the road. I don’t know if you are at the end of the sunset, seeing strange men and women standing on the bridge, stopping for a moment but it is so beautiful that it makes people feel a little sad.

The graceful sound of silk and bamboo rose melodiously, and the rowing boat passed under the stone bridge and rippled on the riverside. Accompanied by the song "Silk and Bamboo in Jiangnan", the long street banquet in autumn begins every autumn. Guests next to the river bank enter the venue one after another, looking bustling.

The tables are placed on the stone road along the river in front of the square. The length is nearly 100 meters. Everyone hugged each other to form a reunion with a hundred meters long table and a hundred people eating together.

Here, the water nets are intertwined, fresh fish are abundant, fish heads and tails in spring, and backs and winter belly are eaten in autumn. Fish are eaten all year round. Taste the dishes and chat and laugh at the side of the river. Looking at the sidelines, a group of women in Jiangnan wore cheongsams and swayed graceful figures, which made people see the charm of Jiangnan; Chang'e in the moon,

Ye Mei is covered with dark eyebrows, slender jade hands,

Brought a branch of osmanthus and offered it to everyone; a classical dance of fish playing in the water, with a cheerful rhythm;

With a thin layer of lead powder and a rosy hang, Fairy Chang'e slowly came again and took the jade rabbits to cruise on a boat...

When the banquet was about to end, Fairy Chang'e and her Jade Rabbits distributed river lanterns to tourists. At this time, the sky was getting darker, and tourists walked to the riverside, lit the river lanterns, and placed them on the river surface, and the river surface was suddenly filled with stars.

The river lanterns sway gently with the evening breeze, slowly rippling to the center of the river pond, full of people's good wishes for life, drifting away...
Chapter completed!