Shuiyun Villa reading short article! Written by Gao Qiaolin
Hello, the short article is as follows (to be precise, the title is Shuiyun Zhouzhuang, not Shuiyun Villa):
Shuiyun Zhouzhuang
Gao Qiaolin
Zhouzhuang is like a lotus leaf, floating between the winding streams such as the North and South Shi River, Yinzi Bang, and Qijing River.
No matter which side or corner of the town you go to, water is the best "guide". Can it? As long as you walk along the river bank, even if it is difficult to tell the east, west, north and south through twists and turns, in the end you will still be unable to leave the eight stone streets that line the "tic-tac-shaped" river, and your body and footsteps will always be wandering together. The ripples and shadows of the water will linger in your ears, and the sound of water and the singing of boat songs will linger in your ears, and there will be many poetic and picturesque feelings induced by the wind and water in your heart. Of course, when walking leisurely like this, you may also encounter the situation of "there is no way out after mountains and rivers". Shen Hall at the south end, Zhangzhai at the north end, Wansan Manor at the east end, and Nanshe Tower at the west end. For a moment it seemed like I had entered a maze. But no matter, when you look up, you will see that the stone bridge built by who knows which dynasty and which generation, like a kind-hearted old man, is waiting for you; or, you know, a small boat belonging to a certain family has been parked in front of you.
Yes, Zhouzhuang is a world designed by water. Water is where Zhouzhuang’s wealth and style lie. Not to mention ancient times, for more than 900 years starting from the first year of Song Yuanyou (1086), Zhouzhuang’s origin, multiplication and scenery are all attributed to the spirituality and gift of water. Shen Wansan, a wealthy man from the south of the Yangtze River, relied on the vast hectares of fertile soil in Zhouzhuang and its surroundings for farming and irrigation, filling his warehouses with grain, and transporting grain by boat and water, which made him extremely wealthy. In the end, it became an incredible and magical story, so much so that people today seem to still be able to learn from Shen Wansan. In the dream of the vast manor, I saw a water windmill, pulling white sails and splashing the river water, constantly wandering under the windy blue sky; it seemed as if it could still be on the rushing river leading to the East China Sea. Hearing the rough chants shouted from the Shen family's "Tongfan" fleet loaded with porcelain, bamboo weaving, silk tea products...
The winds are different in ten miles, and the customs are different in hundreds of miles. Many of Zhouzhuang's local customs, local rules and customs are also based on and born from water. For example, when people in water towns hold weddings, the host family will carry red painted wooden barrels and rush to the river to grab the "fairy water" before the wedding boat docks. In doing so, one person refers to the bride as a "fairy." ", and then use "fairy water" to knead rice noodles and cook dumplings. Finally, let everyone share the happy reunion. For example, if a family gives birth to a baby, on the day of the full moon party, the elders of the family have to carry the baby onto the boat. Then, they use their fingers to dip a little water from between the oar boards, and then gently smear the water on the baby's rosy skin. On the pink lips, I pray that the baby will grow up to adapt to boating and not get seasick, until he can sail to Sanjiang in a boat. For example, the grandmas in the neighborhood will take turns to cook and drink grandma's tea. The fragrant and translucent radish strips, pickle tips, smoked broad beans and other tea dishes on the Eight Immortals table are naturally attractive to the taste, and the more exquisite ones are used for brewing Water for tea: The water is clean water fetched from the creek at the back door. The water container is made of clay and earthenware jars. The fuel for the stove is dried firewood. In this way, Grandma’s tea is brewed. , will be delicious...
Zhouzhuang people can live such a nourishing and leisurely life, so they should have awe and gratitude for the water, and for tourists from all over the world who are famous for Zhouzhuang , is no exception. The same water brings them endless poetic pleasure, and it will also help them find their lingering nostalgia and gradually distant childhood memories. You see, those old courtyards and houses reflected in the river include all the mottled whitewashed walls that have gone through the vicissitudes of life, all the rotten wood and remaining stones with the marks of the Ming and Qing Dynasties written on them, and all the ancient and elegant water wall gates, dry crossings, and bridgeheads. , carved gallery, Li shell window... everything becomes charming and ethereal in the ethereal and charming artistic dynamic.
As a result, the viewer is intoxicated, and who doesn’t think that what he sees is a lively Ming and Qing style town. Moreover, there is no trace of time at all, and the failures left by the artificial repairs of the time that today’s people have no choice but to do are gone. , and may even temporarily forget the overheated hustle and bustle of business and materialistic customs that envelop it.
At this time, if it happens to be raindrops and mist, then the viewer will definitely have a different kind of emotion and inspiration. The rainwater is as thin as the embroidery needles in the hands of people in slanted-breasted clothes. One by one, one by one, it falls from the eaves space only a few feet away, from the old trees and new greenery of the house, and then brightens the whole area. There are blue bricks and black tiles, with carved railings and windows everywhere. Occasionally, you will hear the crisp sound of "plop, plop, plop", which is the water droplets hanging on the edge of the dripping tiles. They are pulled helplessly because they are overwhelmed. The gourd-like figure fell bit by bit into the semi-deep drip marks on the slate, onto the swaying umbrellas among the pedestrians, into the Jiangnan silk bamboo floating on the street... …
After the weather gets cold, the rain in the ancient town turns into snowflakes. Standing on the towering bridge and looking at the scenery, you may not recognize Zhouzhuang in your memory. Think about it, the dark tiled roofs that used to be covered in layers of black suddenly turned into a gleaming white one. How strange and strange is that? What kind of amazing contrast is it? On the contrary, the clear rivers along the old streets seem to have been dyed by inkstone. They are quiet and give people a deep sense of solemnity.
Of course, the most eye-catching sight in the snowy landscape of the ancient town is the red stove in the blacksmith shop, as well as the pair of red couplets posted on the wooden doors of every house and the firecrackers blooming in twos and threes over the ancient town. ——It seems that people in Zhouzhuang are busy sending off the Kitchen God and welcoming the God of Wealth.