Watertown masterpiece
Here, there is a small bridge running water in the morning, and the mist is like yarn; The sunset here is slanting, and the fishing boat is flat.
This is my hometown-Jiashan, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is simple and elegant, beautiful and charming.
Shiqiao deep alley, kilometer corridor. When I walk on these bridges, alleys and verandahs, it seems that I am in a long river of history that has lasted for centuries. Turning around, a woman walked in the rain lane with an oiled paper umbrella, wearing a blue printed cheongsam as beautiful as apricot flowers. The delicate figure drifted away, leaving me with endless reverie. ...
Push open the carved window of mahogany and you will see pavilions and ponds. Jiangnan architecture is a beautiful poem and a flowing painting. The lush green bamboo and fragrant wintersweet in the park complement each other. Yes, this is Meihua Temple, the former residence of Zhenwu, a great painter in Yuan Dynasty. It is here that this lonely and arrogant gentleman, Mei Yin, made a series of famous ink and wash landscapes. Savoring these paintings carefully, I saw Mr. Zhenwu, who didn't want to go along with the rulers and was writing his life with pen and ink. ...
"Six yellow seedlings in hand, dragging their feet back ..." There are cheerful songs floating on the vast green Yuan Ye, and the working farmers feel relaxed and happy. Every year when the spring water is beaming, Jiashan people who can sing will sing "Tian Ge" full of peasant flavor, adding fun to the busy farming season. Hard-working farmers sow the seeds of rice and wheat in the fields, and autumn comes, and a piece of golden color is scattered all over the farmland. Look, glittering and translucent rice is the sweat of farmers, and rich rice fragrance is the joy of harvest. ...
Homesick wanderers abroad will never forget the taste of their hometown. Whether it's Bazhen cake with sweet taste, Fen lake crab with delicious taste, Jiashan yellow wine with rich flavor, or steamed pork with lotus leaf powder that is crisp but not rotten ... All these special foods are tied to the infinite homesickness in the hearts of wanderers.
Jiangnan water town raised me as a Jiashan person. Her beautiful face has been deeply branded in my daughter's heart, which is a memory I can't get rid of. I would like to tell the endless love between me and her from generation to generation in Jiashan, a beautiful and rich land. ...
Chapter 2: Beauty lies in the water town.
The water rhyme of apricot blossom and spring rain, the elegant demeanor of small bridge and flowing water, you are a lady in the boudoir! 900 years of dust, how can you hide your innate beauty?
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My impression of the water town, the ash-clearing bricks in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, covered the whole water town neatly and irregularly, and the towns were covered with red gauze. Slightly yellow willow branches pose in the wind. The path paved with blue bricks extends far away, and the wet and smooth moss is paved on the slate path. In the sunshine, they are naughty and flashing green light. The years when the wooden boat rocked the water town took away a series of ripples. This stone bridge stands quietly at every estuary that needs it. There are shops and restaurants on both sides of the river ... these beautiful scenery constitute a beautiful water town.
I think I am on cloud nine now. If the restaurant I live in is built by the river, how comfortable it is to open the upstairs window to see the scenery! I can't help but feel sad and think of the heavy and sad story of the water town. At this moment, a wooden boat shook up, which seemed to wake up my memories, my simple childhood, my ignorant youth ... I remembered that incident and my childhood, when I ran barefoot on the rainy mud road. Although I was dirty at that time, my enthusiasm for playing with my friends remained undiminished. Now that I think about it, it's so beautiful. I was deep in thought with my chin in my hands. Suddenly, a loud cry woke me up. It turned out to be the selling of white steamed buns, a snack in the water town. When I am in a water town, I will feel that the "ruthless" years will always make the water town beautiful and moving, because the beauty of the water town can't be taken away by time, and it is an eternal memory that wooden boats can't shake. Beauty lies in the south of the Yangtze River and in the water town.
Jiangnan is the hometown of water. Every word, deed and smile of the people in the water town are so beautiful. This is God's simplest blessing to the water town. The water town is beautiful, and so are the people in it. It's not artificial at all In my eyes, you are the most beautiful.
Chapter III: Jiangnan Water Town
The water flows quietly and the wind blows gently. Simple and exquisite, exquisite and return to nature, this is Jiangnan made of water, and this is the flowing water of Jiangnan. Bridges, flowing water and people constitute the most beautiful scenery in Jiangnan.
All the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are like this, half water and half shore. Stone steps rise from the water and lead to the front and back of the house. A river runs through the ancient town. The ancient town seems to be a big tree, and the houses on both sides are the leaves and fruits growing on this big tree.
Getting on the bridge and getting off the bridge is the daily life of people in the water town. Part of the people in the ancient town are boats, and part of the boat is the home of the ancient town people. In this way, the river in the ancient town looks like a calligraphy. The water surface is Xuan paper, the boat is a running script written on paper, and the stone revetment on both sides is the mounting of this calligraphy.
There are many bridges to the south of the Yangtze River. People cross these bridges every day. When crossing the bridge, they never thought that these stone bridges would change their quiet life in the early morning. In people's eyes, for hundreds of years, they were just roads for people to walk on or places for old people to chat.
It's quite interesting to sit on the boat and visit the bridge and cross the hole. Every time you walk through a bridge opening, there is a scenery; Every time you turn a bridge, there is another artistic conception. Just like Suzhou gardens, winding paths lead to secluded places, suddenly enlightened. Listening to the boatswain's song and touching the bamboo stone fence and the waterfront pavilion, it is like being touched by the good feng shui in Jiangnan.
Many years ago, I can't remember which alley it was. There is a pub, and the woman who sells wine is called Akin. Ah Kin's beauty attracted poets such as Liu Yazi and Ye Chuchen from Nanshe to drink there. They wrote many poems for Ah Jin and called the pub a mysterious building. "There are three houses on the bank of Zhenfeng Bridge, and the corner of the building is not closed at night. All the drinkers committed their own sins and left a message to Zhu Yan. " Under the eaves of dripping rain, the girls in the town came back after drinking, and the slender figure flowed in the long alley. The oil-paper umbrella seemed to be a lotus flower blooming in the most poetic years in Jiangnan. The mysterious building is still there, but the romance of that year has gone to blowing in the wind, and only grandmothers sometimes repeat the past.
Walking casually along the street by the river, when I turned around, the old lady sat in front of the old house with her mouth pursed, thinking she was calling your name. At this time, she really has a feeling of going home. It doesn't matter whether you meet or not, even if you remember or can't remember. Standing at the bridge looking at the running water and sails on the water, looking at the people in the old streets, old houses, ancient trees, and another bridge not far away, another person standing at the bridge looking at the scenery. The mood and scenery are very understandable.
You can also easily find a conversation, find a familiar friend or an unfamiliar stranger, and even talk to yourself. No beginning, no conclusion, no question, no answer. Listen when you say it, what is right is right, and what is wrong is wrong. Remember it and forget it. You don't have to pay attention to what others are thinking, and you are not afraid of others reading minds. You are relaxed, scattered, ordinary, real, leisurely and true, and don't even think about taking a step back. In this way, you walk on the street in Jiangnan.
Chapter IV: Water Town
One side of the water town is rich in soil and water, and the other side is outstanding. This may be my grandmother's house.
When I was a child, my parents were busy making money and often put me at my grandmother's house. I also like this water town very much. In my grandmother's village, there is a river flowing along the south of the village. That river is the joy of my childhood.
This river is the lifeblood of the village. Many families depend on this river to survive. It is always quiet, free to ask for it, but without a ripple. Every time I see it, it's like falling asleep instead of falling asleep. Like the pipa girl in "However, we called for a thousand times", she began to come to us without a trace of fireworks, flowing quietly and not disturbing the peace of the water town. Only occasionally do a few naughty fish wake up from the water and ripple, people will find that the river used to be flowing.
This river is also the matchmaker in the village! There is an arch bridge on the river, and there is a small pavilion by the river. Originally, it was used to enjoy the cool, but unconsciously it became a place where couples settled and lived. I wonder how many couples walked hand in hand on the bridge and snuggled up to each other in the pavilion. Whenever people from other villages come to marry girls from their own villages, they have to cross the bridge and worship three times in the pavilion. At that time, people thought that the river brought these marriages, so they needed to worship it, so as to get its blessing and make their families happy. Of course, this is just a superstitious statement, but it is enough to show that the villagers worship it.
This river is the source of happiness for our children. Every summer, we always swim in shallow water and throw water at each other. The scene at that time was unforgettable. Once naughty, let lovers meet and throw stones into the water to scare them; Once naive, let us learn to fish in the river like adults with fishing rods, but often only pull up a few weeds; The fantasy once made us always look for pearls by the river. Of course, it will never be found. But it is because of these that childhood is interesting.
Last year, I went to the water town again. Now it is no longer a water town. The river has been filled, a wide road has been built, the bridge has been demolished and the pavilion has disappeared. No matter how close the water town is, you can't find the happiness of that year, and there are only happy memories of that year.
Water town, my pure land!