Jiangnan is a dream - West Lake and Wuzhen

For me, Jiangnan is a dream, that white wall black tiles, cooking smoke rising, drizzle lightly hitting the stone path, the sound of boats on the canopy boat, a girl who does not know the truth holds up a flower umbrella from the bridge head Graceful walking through the picture of many years of dreams from the beginning of the hyphenation, for a child who grew up in the north, this is a deep yearning, yearning for nearly thirty years.

It is said that West Lake and Wuzhen should be the epitome and essence of this trip, full of expectations. However, it is strange to say that the moment when this dream finally came true, frankly speaking, it was not when I sat on the cruise ship of the West Lake to listen to the tour guide talk about the inscriptions of the literati emperors of the past generations, the love obsession of Xu Bai and the love obsession of xu bai or the different thousand acres of lake light before the lonely mountain on the broken bridge; nor was it when I stood at the head of the ancient bridge in Wuzhen, where the scenery of the water town was fascinating, and when I experienced the simplicity and elegance of the city river, perhaps even more than the time when their styles that appeared in my mind were integrated to present a scene of Jiangnan attributes. Maybe I'm still looking for that sustenance, that moment of emotional release...

Perhaps after reading too many poems and sentences about the West Lake, going to Suzhou and Hangzhou can not get around the West Lake, Mr. Yu Qiuyu once wrote: "The West Lake gives people a sense of alienation, it is too early to become famous, the ruins are too dense, the name is too heavy, the landscape pavilion is too involved with history, and as a result, it has become a very thick place of symbolic objects." It's okay to visit, but it's hard to get close. It has accumulated too many dynasties, so it has become no dynasty. It gathers too many directions, so it loses its orientation. It goes to abstraction, to unreality, like a collectible exposition, grand to the point of elegance. "My local feelings at that time vaguely implied this meaning, those past and legends on the shore of the West Lake may only be like the Tangqian Yan of the Wang Xie family, carved by time in a specific era, turned into a stele, a couplet, but forever separated from the scenery in front of them, can not enter the modern era, and will not fly into the hearts of ordinary people today." But no matter what, the West Lake still has to go, even if it is only about history, like a child peering inward outside another door, even if it is not able to find out, even if it is only for its fame, for the hope of that glance.

Wuzhen is a special case, after checking the ticket and entering the door, it is not like most of the tourist attractions everywhere modern decoration and artificial mounting, and the interest of people to visit is mostly hurt. Here on the corridor of the river is soaked by years of drizzle and day travelers to soak off the edge of the edge of the old stone slabs to lead our steps, there are not many shops on the side of the road, there are a few are only operating local snacks, handicrafts, mention a delicate folding fan as a souvenir of the tour, for a well-packaged special snack to feed tourists to hike for half a day of hunger, as if all you need it is safely prepared for you, silent, not loud, easy-going by your nature, Just the neat rows of Ming and Qing style folk houses hidden in the light and shadow of the river surface that is not clear enough but the water is moist can make people watch and taste for half a day, so that you can feel the Jiangnan feelings and water town femininity in its bones all the time. On the way encountered a hanging secret sauce duck (specific "sauce" or "roast" has not been remembered) sign along the river shop, just to lunchtime, the secret taste can be imagined extra incense, the wife expressed the idea of buying only to taste, I hurriedly waved my hand, slightly displeased with her, this scene smells the taste is enough, smell the fragrance is the mood, let you not forget it, eat to the mouth is not the same oil nourishing, greasy, do not eat it. In fact, I am afraid that if we take the duck leg while it is hot, the image is really inappropriate and unsightly.

About three hours of Wuzhen Dongzha with the group tour ended, the never-before-seen good color has entered the eyes, the exquisite experience and perception has also gone to the heart, but I still have not found the moment that makes me open the knot in my heart and make me think that my dream is true. Because I drove at night when I came, I missed the true portrayal of the small towns and villages located along the northern Zhejiang and northern Jiangsu that are different from the northern terroir, and I didn't care too much at the time, because we were running to Hangzhou West Lake and Jiaxing Wuzhen. Until on the way back to Qingdao, Shen Shi before and after I looked out through the window glass mixed with a little tiredness, but I didn't want to pounce on the white wall, black tiles hanging horn ridge, hanging green vines of the two-story small house, the households are independent but staggered in the sunset and the green earth intertwined in a shocking and poetic dreamlike picture, and more than that, water, yes, is water, how can Jiangnan lack water? Chinese talk about water goodness to run all things, gather wealth and qi, and gather aura, here are the canals like belts wrapped around the front house of the village, here a square pond is like a mirror embedded in the ground Cui Xiahui, although it is nearly evening, the thin mist like a veil in the air is scattered just right, let me see it very really, my heart is tight, and then I am relieved, even happy, is not the scene in front of me exactly the moment when this trip cannot make dreams come true and let feelings be released? This moment is too sudden, too surprised, very similar to get additional tips when answering the questions that can't be imagined, as if suddenly peeking out of the difference between the scenery in front of you and the west lake and Wuzhen before, and finding the wonderful place where your heart and this scene are in harmony at this time: what can show the customs and customs of Jiangnan is not those bustling, man-made attractions that pass through the house, nor are they those deliberately flaunted and dusty changes in the years, and its real self-contained wind vein lies in the perfect unity of water town life and humanistic nature. There are people in this picturesque area, there are people who really live in it, they touch each other's skin, or have been completely integrated, if the opportunity comes, even distant tourists can live for a long time, always feel its softness, its charm, guard its handsomeness, its inheritance, this is my dream of Jiangnan, the dream of the small bridge flowing water people,is I and my wife while gnawing on the secret duck leg without any sense of violation, this is the real Jiangnan.

It is said that life is like a dream, in fact, travel is also a dream, at least a dream process, a short dream like a sloppy flower, a slightly longer dream like ten days and a half moon, more long is to stay in one side and no longer leave the dream, a dream of water and soil, always arouse the string of different colors of expectations in our hearts.

At this time, my dream of Jiangnan has been solved, but I have left a deep affection in my heart, and I will have another chance in the future.