Walking into Wuzhen, the blue printed dyeing cloth that fell in the sky in the dyeing workshop instantly dragged us into the ancient years.
The simple and elegant blue printed dyed cloth, swaying gently with the breeze, brushes away the fatigue of our journey and the heat of summer. Walk out of the dyeing workshop, crisscrossing the alleys, the rows of white-walled and blue-tiled huts; exquisite carved windows; An antique fog lamp... We couldn't help but slow down and listen to the echo of time. Touching the mottled blue wall, I leaned against the wall, looking back, "clicking", frozen in the camera by my father, and frozen in the eternal memory. Striding forward, the red and lively celebration hall, the quiet and quaint Shao Ming Academy, the original old post office and the old photo studio, it is dizzying, and the gentle and delicate Yue opera is like us singing affectionately like the water-like flow of the year...
A crystal clear river runs through the entire Wuzhen Town, and the large and small stone arch bridges on the river are varied. Look, those two right angles are close to each other. Standing on any side of the bridge, you can enjoy the ancient rhyme of the water town of "you have me, I have you". This "bridge bridge", which is known as "a must-see bridge", really lives up to its name!
Climbing to the small tea house by the river, we sat against the window, brewed a pot of green and fragrant Longjing tea, and tasted a sweet and soft sticky Dingsheng cake. Leisure and seclusion.
Outside the window, boats came slowly, and there were a few more faint ripples on the calm river. A boatman on a whim, humming a Jiangnan ditty. The small bridge crossed the hole and faded away. And the minor tune lingered in the ears for a long time.
"Bluestone green willow window flowers, small bridges and flowing water" is like a blue print dyed cloth in Wuzhen, so deeply imprinted in my heart.