Behind the street opposite where I live, there is an alley called a street. In fact, it is a channel connecting several communities around here. Both sides of the road are full of residents' vehicles, which makes the alley, which is not very spacious, only accommodate one car. There is a row of small shops on the west side of the alley. Outside the shop, there is a sidewalk about three meters wide and less than 300 meters long. On the outer edge of the sidewalk stands a row of tall and neat buttonwood trees. Thick and wide branches and leaves cover half of the whole sidewalk and street, making it impossible to look back on the hot summer days. There is a row of long wooden chairs under the buttonwood tree in turn. More than a dozen chairs are already full of people who have a rest and enjoy the cool. Looking at the whole street burning and breathing in the scorching sun, this 300-meter sidewalk has undoubtedly become an oasis in midsummer.
Su Yuan, just across the street from the middle section of the sidewalk, faces the street with a red and blue pavilion-topped gable inlaid with yellow glazed tiles. On both sides of the two scarlet doors, couplets are hung, the first part: the water is far away from the mountains, and the second part: the scenery in the mountains is like Jiangnan. In the picture above, on a blue horizontal plaque, two gold-plated characters are written in China traditional seal script: "Su Yuan". The red fence extends from the left and right sides of the gate, and there is no hollow partition window of the traditional park fence on the wall. On the glazed tile at the top of the fence, bamboo and bougainvillea crowded together, scrambling to lean against the wall and look out, a bit like "an almond coming out of the wall."
Over the years, whenever I pass by here, even if I pass by the door, I have no desire to go in except occasionally glancing at two striking Chinese characters, and sometimes even ignore its existence. The reason is that, in my mind, this place is just a small park for the surrounding residents to relax, and there is nothing worth entering. But today, I don't know why, I walked in without thinking. Maybe I don't want to be abused in the hot sun, but I want to find a place to hide.
When I stepped into the gate, the first thing I saw was two pots of Cycas more than one meter high. Behind Cycas, there is a beautiful purple bamboo forest, slender and tall, dressed in a purple dress, graceful. Green bamboo leaves, hanging on purple bamboo branches, like a green boat, float on the green lake with the wind, which has a lofty and simple temperament and presents a beautiful and refined charm. Just like my fair lady, I welcome every guest to Suyuan. Behind the bamboo group is a hollowed-out vermilion wall. The window is about eight meters long and two meters high. The left and right corners extend to the middle of the two walls at the end of the gate, and each has a moon gate, which is the only way to the park.
I walked past the Moon Gate in amazement and passed several corridors similar to the Park Administration and Recreation Room. To my surprise, all the doors and corridors are hung with couplets of various artistic concepts and calligraphy schools, which makes people suddenly feel that they have entered an elegant academy, which is quite elegant in ink and wash. Walking down the steps, I came to a rectangular patio. In the center of the courtyard stands a rockery. In the meantime, several willows are neat and orderly, crisp green wicker, swaying with the wind, and there are two stone tables under a osmanthus tree, surrounded by two or three people. At this time, three or five people gathered around the two old people playing chess at the stone table, and from time to time they could hear a few gentle complaints. I walked comfortably through the patio and walked out of the last moon door in the patio.
The moment I stepped out of the door, I was shocked and fascinated by the scenery before me. I never imagined that such a paradise would be hidden in this city with many high-rise buildings and in this cold corner of reinforced concrete. After a pause, I brought back my amazing and wandering thoughts. I calmed myself down and looked for every miracle in the garden slowly and carefully. This is a small park the size of a football field, with the style of Suzhou gardens in the south of the Yangtze River. The fence of the whole park is surrounded by rows of bamboo, Phyllostachys pubescens, Phyllostachys pubescens and Phyllostachys pubescens bamboo forests. Green flowers are green and lush, and clusters of bright red bougainvillea stand out among evergreen trees. Pavilions in red, blue and Huang San are criss-crossed in the bright green pond. In the crystal-clear pond, the red carp chase and frolic, and the rockeries with different shapes are patchy and unique. I walked gently and slowly on the cobblestone path, for fear that noise would disturb this dreamlike world. Worry about the weight of your steps and touch the soft and delicate flowers around you.
There are neatly trimmed round, square and diamond trees here, and each carefully trimmed tree is planted with various trees, such as cycads, coconut trees, peach trees, plum trees and some plants that can't be named. Inadvertently, I stopped under a plum tree full of fruits. Looking at the heavy plums, there is a faint layer of white powder, which wraps the green fruits very delicately. The temptation of white powder makes people drool, and there is an impulse to reach out and pick it. Taking a deep breath, I continued to walk along the cobblestone path that turned left and right until I reached the pond of a pavilion. On the green water, lush willow branches hang down, and a breeze blows, making the delicate and slender branches sway with the wind, like a beautiful girl's hair, stroking the slightly rippling pool water, like a pair of lovers in love, talking about acacia lightly.
Walking on the bridge leading from the pond to the tower, the first thing you see is some photos taken on the pavilion, which is a stunning couplet. One of them, the first part: the winding small courtyard is comfortable, and the second part: the water is long and the mountains are high, creating a picture. Two couplets, the first part: the fourth-order flowers are in sight, and the second part: a pavilion smiles and expresses emotion. Today is Sunday. Many people come to the park, but not many people are in the pavilion. They sat in twos and threes, whispering, perhaps intoxicated by the beautiful scenery here or infected by the cultural atmosphere here. In short, there is no noise except whispering. I found a pavilion about two meters away from the water and sat at the bar, enjoying the picturesque scenery and the calligraphy and elegance of Midland Union. I sighed and wrote these couplets, and I was impressed by their profound literary background (I finally found the creations of several famous calligraphers and poets in our province)
At this moment, I have been intoxicated in the world of water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. I close my eyes and am still fascinated by the beautiful couplets of "the fourth-order flowers are in my eyes, and a pavilion laughs and writes lyrics". I imagine the splendor of spring, and I look forward to the falling of red maple in autumn.
Su Yuan! A paradise hidden in the downtown area, although not as bright and heavy as the famous family in Dianchi Park or as gorgeous and luxurious as the beautiful family in Cuihu Park, can soothe the tired heart with a small jasper, and at the same time flow through my soul like a clear spring.