? The beauty of time lies in its inevitable passage, spring flowers, autumn moon, summer, and winter snow. I can't stop it from passing, so I can only cherish it.
? In mid-November, I made the plan to leave Suzhou. In late November, I came across the Sanmao Tea House in Zhouzhuang, so I happily went there the day after leaving my job. I always seem to be used to this. Things I have decided will no longer be delayed, and it is difficult to change the things I like. I came to Suzhou because of an article, and now I am going to Zhouzhuang because of a writer.
? While everyone was making the last pot of gold for the New Year, I stole a day of leisure at Sanmao Tea House. I heard from the owner of the B&B that there is no entrance fee for entering Zhouzhuang before 7:30 in the morning, so I fought back my sleepiness and got up early, took my first breath of fresh air and soaked up the first ray of morning sunshine.
I wandered along the stone roads. There were almost no tourists at this time, and only local homes and businesses were busy going back and forth. "Sister Zhang, you bought so many vegetables today" "Brother Li, are you getting up and ready to open the door?", these friendly conversations came from time to time around me, and I hurriedly strayed into a fairyland like a peach blossom garden. Time seemed to slow down, and the surroundings Everything is very comfortable. I was suddenly very happy to get up so early, not only because I saved a ticket...
? I was so crazy that I finally found Sanmao Teahouse, but after waiting for a long time, the door didn’t open. The uncle next door didn’t open the door. I was asked if I wanted to compose a poem using my name. I didn’t want to spoil the old man’s elegance early in the morning, so I was more respectful than obeying his orders. After chatting, I found out that the other person was Mr. Huang Shouchu, a national first-class calligrapher, and I couldn’t help but feel a little more respectful.
After I finished writing the poem, the teahouse opened its doors. I saw Grandpa Zhang Jihan opening the wooden door unhurriedly. His temperament revealed a gentleness. Maybe it was because he learned that he was Mr. Sanmao’s pen pal during his lifetime. Although he was It was the first time we met, but there was a long-lost sense of intimacy in my heart. "Grandpa, I've been waiting for you for a long time." "Girl, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long." The short answers showed the humility and kindness of the old man.
"What kind of tea would you like to drink, girl? Black tea or..." "Grandma's tea" I quickly responded. Since I'm here, I must try Sanmao's favorite "Grandma's tea". After hearing this, Grandpa Zhang quickly made tea for me, and then prepared their special refreshments. He also gave me two books, one of which was "Blowing Out the Lamp" written by him, and the other was "Traveling Through Thousands of Waters and Thousands of Mountains" by Sanmao.
? Perhaps because I was too excited, I accidentally spilled the tea that grandpa made. I apologized quickly, but grandpa comforted me, "It doesn't matter, this happens often, just wipe it off." ”. After that, he got up and made me another bowl...
I don't know much about tea, but maybe it's because of the Sanmao. I feel that the fragrance of Grandma's tea is getting more and more fragrant at this time. It just doesn't exist in the morning. Drinking water and even three bowls of tea made me feel much more comfortable. Since it was earlier, I sat alone for more than an hour before welcoming the second table of guests. While eating snacks and drinking tea, I read the book written by Grandpa Zhang. From time to time, a few words came from the window. The quiet years can only be said. So be it.
? I stayed in the teahouse for most of the day. The whole teahouse was filled with the atmosphere of Mr. Sanmao, old photos of Sanmao, letters exchanged between Sanmao and Grandpa Zhang, and many messages from visitors. Reading other people's messages and listening to other people's stories made this trip feel like everything was worth it. When I got interested, I also wrote a page of my own in the guestbook, addressed to Sanmao: "I only regret that I came to this world too late and couldn't see the Jiangnan in your eyes."
? When I left, I asked to take a photo with Grandpa Zhang, and the old man readily agreed. I told him to remember to put on more clothes when it was cold and to pay more attention to his health, and then reluctantly left.
? I think I will come to this place again. Next time I come, I must bring my favorite person with me...