In the room, several tables and chairs on the bedside table are antique, especially that bed, which was carved with cinnabar red paint in the Ming Dynasty, has a history of more than 400 years. People in this world, past lives, the same spring, different ups and downs ... sitting in front of the desk by the window, their thoughts shuttled through the just visiting, turned into frivolous pens, smeared with historical dreams.
Compared with Xitang, the night in Nanxun Town is much quieter, even a little deserted. The bustling Nanxun city surrounded the ancient town, but it was like ice and fire. Small towns live their own lives outside the town, as if they were two different times: pursuing modernity in the noise and returning to simplicity in silence. The old residents of the ancient town live a leisurely and authentic life. For them, this slow-paced and quiet atmosphere is the most intimate.
Lu Liuyin is a rare private inn in Nanxun Town, named after Zhang Jingjiang, a strange man in the Republic of China. Master Li Greening found this inscription in his early years, carved stones on the lintel, and hung the original ancient plaque in the living room. It means, first, to protect future generations with shade, and second, to leave a shade for future generations to enjoy the cool. "This row of houses by the river is the cover photo of the guide map of Nanxun Town. The most conspicuous thing is to stay in the shade." As soon as they entered the gate, the shopkeeper and his wife greeted each other warmly and introduced the anecdote about Nanxun in the inn. It seems that we are not staying in an inn, but visiting the home of an old friend.
The river introduced by the innkeeper is the old canal that runs through Nanxun Town, the original traffic artery. This old house is a "hundred buildings" distributed on both sides of the river. According to legend, Dong Fen, the etiquette minister of the Ming Dynasty, was built as a maid to marry her daughter. At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, some businessmen rebuilt and built gardens here. On both sides of the river is a long street paved with azurite bricks, with willows and willows, cloisters and arches, full of water town customs. Hundreds of buildings are connected with street houses, with towering gables in the shape of clouds, Guanyin pockets, or three-fold vest walls, which are scattered and elegant.
Tonight, I sat for a long time, looking at the deep night ... this beautiful ink painting appeared quietly in front of me, and no one bothered me, as if I monopolized this landscape, and I was so happy that I couldn't tell it apart in my dreams. But I know that only in this quiet rainy night can I feel the scenery wholeheartedly and dive into the ancient dream of Jiangnan.
The most agile scenery in the ancient town is people, which is a life that blends with this ancient charm.
Lu Liuyin's master is nearly sixty years old. He is tall and looks full of energy. Love antiques, love flowers and plants, the hall is full of calligraphy and painting plaques, strange stone wood carvings, famous porcelain and excellent pottery. In the small lobby full of green, camellia is in full bloom and delicate and charming. The host carefully photographed the two pink flowers. The backyard of 30-40 square meters was organized into a small garden by him, named "Yiyuan". There is a pavilion in the park, but it is covered with a glass roof. It is transparent and bright, climbing wisteria, which has both quaint charm and ecological beauty. There is a small pool next to the pavilion, and several stones are stacked together, which reflects the interest of mountains and rivers. There are flowers and fruit trees such as red plum, osmanthus fragrans, magnolia, persimmon, pear and peach in the park. You can smell the flowers every month and taste the fresh fruits all year round. Brew a pot of thick Dahongpao tea, the fragrance lingers, moistens the throat, the sound of the piano is clear and the sound and meaning are far away. The host revealed a dull state of mind: "This is a private house. Being an inn is not about making much money. More importantly, make more friends and add a little life to this old house. "
The host is experienced, eloquent, and leisurely, and leisurely pulls out the deep story of Nanxun, which is full of charm. Embroidered brocade and Nanxun cuisine on the dining table are all associated with the history of beauty; Yuanbao Cake (it should be called Ding Sheng Cake, but what the owner said is not the standard answer), a famous snack, means promotion and wealth; "Teachers are easy to find, but interpersonal skills are rare." This string in the hall tells the story of an armless calligrapher who constantly strives for self-improvement ... Under his introduction, Nanxun Town becomes vivid.
"Nanxun is the first of the six major water towns. First of all, ancient buildings are the best preserved. Second, Nanxun people are the richest. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there were 70 million silver in the national treasury, but there were' four elephants, eight cows and 72 golden dogs' in Nanxun, and the' four elephants' alone had a family fortune of 80 million. " The show-off of the host should be a natural expression of the mentality of the residents in the ancient town, but it reflects the loneliness of Nanxun Town today.
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Sitting alone on a rainy night, meditating on the prosperity of the past is like salvaging a wet dream from the ancient canal in front of the window. Prosperity is fleeting, and loneliness is the inevitable product of the ancient town, but it gives birth to a feeling for no reason.
Walking by the river, after reading the rhyme of tea, several people sat around the small square table outside the door and drank tea quietly in front of the river. The potted plants in the house are in full bloom, and the blue flowers are rich and noble. A friend thought it was Clivia, and a lean man followed the house, and corrected it as hyacinthus orientalis. Chatting with him, he said that he liked living in this ancient town when he was old, so his wife transformed the old house with residency but no property right into a book bar and opened several rooms to make friends with books. There is no TV in the simple room, only books and internet, a pure small world.
In a row of books, I found a total score of Kunqu opera selections, and suddenly I had the impulse to buy books. Although I don't know Kunqu opera, I might as well learn from Tao Yuanming-but it's interesting to know the piano, so why bother playing it on the strings? The fat hostess is having tea with someone and hesitates to say, do you like Kunqu opera? This is the only book, the only old version! A friend left it here, but it's hard to explain when it's sold. I was embarrassed by those words-like saying that I am not the most suitable custodian of this book, but I can't see each other's expression clearly in the dim light. Just, why do strangers believe that you can treat this book well? I have regrets in my heart, but I am not upset, but her persistent love for books makes me heartache.
The simple people in the simple old street are natural, but they grow old with the ancient town, and young people will never come to live. I'm afraid this ancient town has really turned into a pile of antiques. Xitang, which sings every night, is full of young people's desires, and Nanxun, which is pure and elegant, is full of the loneliness of the elderly-an aging dream.
Helpless dream man. The night is still early, Nanxun Town has fallen asleep, and I am the only strange tourist sitting by the window, watching the rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River. ...
Jiang Nanchun-Nanxun, Jing Ya
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