Most of the people who have not been to Hongcun do not know Xidi; People who have been to Xidi, few say that Xidi is not as good as Hongcun. Xidi in the rain is more like wearing a veil of mystery, so you have to get closer and closer.
From Hongcun to Xidi, half an hour's drive. Putting down the luggage, with the help of the owner of the B&B, I found a tour guide, a middle-aged woman who was not tall, and it could be seen that the "guide" may have been "guided" for a long time, and she was indeed very "oily" when she spoke. She introduced herself as a tour guide for more than 20 years, and she can be regarded as an old tour guide. She is also the head of the village women's office. We also have our own businesses that serve tourists, and sometimes we can find business opportunities. A tourist in Shanghai once introduced her to some business.
From ancient times to the present, from people to things, from businessmen to farmers, every bit of Xidi, including some celebrity anecdotes, can tell one, two, three, right or wrong, true or false, she herself can't tell, anyway, they are all handed down by predecessors, and there is no need to go to the bottom of it. For tourists, it's just a lively picture, and there's no need to care so much.
We are walking along a stream that is thirstier than dry land, and we can see a handful of water lying in the stream, revealing hungry and thirsty eyes, staring at pedestrians, wanting pedestrians to use their eyes, even if they are cold-eyed to feel its existence, if they can feel the word "precious", it is something that the creek does not even dare to dream of. Such a creek obviously can't support the beautiful buildings on both sides, and those buildings that are soaked in history and smell of cyan don't have enough energy, how can they hold up. Therefore, in front of the stream, each building has a swaggering demeanor. It's just that they all know very well that without the company of the stream, they are a wall, a wall with little vitality.
The tour guide told us a lot of stories about Xidi, most of them did not remember, only knew that in the Northern Song Dynasty Huangyou years, a person surnamed Hu Mingshiliang, went to Jinling on business, passed through Xidi Pu to see that it was surrounded by mountains, the scenery was beautiful, the soil was fertile, and then the family moved from Wuyuan to Xidi, and since then in Xidi farming and reading at the same time, multiplying. Until the current Xidi Town and Xidi Village.
There are a lot of skilled craftsmen in Xidi, there are seal carving, there are learning books, there are firing, there are bamboo books, there are small seals, as long as they can be taken out for tourists to enjoy, of course, it is best to buy, skilled craftsmen will show all their skills. I couldn't resist buying a few, not because of their high value, but because of the spirit of the craftsmen.
In Xidi, there are not as many young people who design, paint and shoot in Hongcun, especially students and teachers, but when they come to Xidi to paint, photograph and design, they feel more serious, attentive and attentive than in Hongcun, especially a few girls who love photography, so serious that people can't help but stretch out their thumbs.
At about three or four o'clock in the afternoon, it began to rain in Xidi. It doesn't matter this time, it suddenly turns a westcolor painting into a watercolor painting, mixed with some ink. At the moment of the rain, I was at the highest place in Xidi, and I could see Xidi's shy face clearly, and I had the urge to hug it into my arms. It's just that I know that Xidi at this moment only belongs to herself, to herself wearing a mysterious color.
Everything changed when we came to the creek again, followed the route the guide told us, and re-browsed. The brook was no longer thirstier than the dry land, but the sound of rushing water. The heavier and heavier rain brought water to the creek that would make it right. Otherwise, a dry stream, He Creek can speak of. Merchants in the rain are no longer crowded or unattended on sunny days, and tourists who are driven into the business by the rain begin to patiently eat, drink or shop in hotels and shops. It is said that rain is money, and Xidi in the rain is indeed the case.
To be honest, this trip to Xidi is at most a "trip", not a "tour". In a place like Xidi, if there is no three or five days, it is not considered a "tour". If you have time, you must go back to Xidi, at least stay for a few days, feel Xidi, taste Xidi, and at least, be able to read a little fragrance. Even so, Xidi has taken root in his heart.