Source (US website: www.meiwenting.com)
Xitang is always compared with Wuzhen, and her light always seems so indifferent, just like the stars under the bright moon in Wuzhen, which are often forgotten. But for me, Xitang has her unique charm, and the most important thing is my unique memory.
It was still very cold when I went to Xitang, wrapped in a big down jacket and dragging silly cotton shoes, so the trip to Xitang began.
The cold wind wandered in the streets of the ancient town and occasionally collided head-on with us. This cold seems to have cut off most of the original passion. However, just like God will leave a window for you when he closes a door, the cold does stop many tourists' footsteps, and therefore, a rare peace and serenity is reserved for this originally narrow space.
There is no tour guide, no travel agency, and three or five friends travel aimlessly along the Qingwa path. We didn't even follow any so-called raiders. Take a step-by-step view. The original meaning of travel is not the prosperity of the destination, but the surprise along the way. Even a small flower and an ancient tree will leave a mark on my heart. In this way, we are exploring forward, listening to the shoes and the ancient and vicissitudes of rhythm, occasionally stopping and moving on. We will never know what the scenery at the next fork in the road will look like, let alone where we will go next.
Stop at the "Cat Sky City", have a cup of hot latte, and listen to two foreigners talking in authentic English across the table. Heating is such a pleasant companion. My friend occasionally Doby, the American waitress, and time passed so leisurely.
The small shop in Xitang is very distinctive. Compared with Wuzhen, they may be numerous and chaotic, but they are unique and exquisite. They crowded in the alley, even so, they didn't feel too noisy. Especially when you find a store that can send letters to yourself a year later, what will you write? Signs in many small shops are also very loving, such as "all can be sold except the proprietress". What kind of world is this, and what kind of people live here, in order to have such idle time, an ethereal and clean life without pollution. But maybe this clean life has been disturbed by us ignorant people. We barged in abruptly, took away the so-called memories, and then left arrogantly, thinking that we had something. In fact, we are just predators, grabbing the comfort of life, but unfortunately we can't take it for ourselves at all, and that peace is nothing at the moment we leave.
Maybe it's not the season, it's chilly, a little bleak and sad. Maybe it's just the right time to go and see such a real ancient town, an ancient town without tourists.
It is a good choice to visit Xitang at night. Sitting on the awning boat, watching the boatman gently shake the paddle, as if shaking the annual rings of time, shaking back to ancient memories. I'm afraid it's my girlfriend's biggest regret that I can't go boating on the lake with my girlfriend, but no matter who the people around me are, there is an artistic conception that only I can feel and remember. The beauty of nothingness has nothing to do with romance.
The inn is really a bit crude, especially in such a cold winter, and the silence in the room is a bit terrible. As if I lived in grandma's old house when I was a child, any slight footsteps outside were so obvious. Although the creaking attic sounds a little noisy, it has a strong local flavor and is much quieter than the city.
Going to sleep with the sounds of various local dialects outside the window, the ancient town of Jiangnan slowly outlined a unique picture in his sleep, and a piece of memory was sealed, which stirred up a deep cultural heritage over time. The shadow of the plasma lamp is no longer the misty words in the book, and the true sense of existence melts the soul.
See you in Xitang.
Source (US website: www.meiwenting.com)
Strange old town, strange old street, and strange but familiar you.
A path paved with blue bricks, rows of willows on both sides of the river, a boat swaying in the river, a breeze blowing across my cheeks, gently closing my eyes and feeling the silence at this moment.
This is the ancient town of Tang Xi, the ancient town of Jiangnan that you and I both like. You said: Bridges, flowing water, people, overflowing in the south of the ink painting, you can't see the truth, and you can't tell the truth. Just like a dream, very quiet!
You want to come here to see the water in the south of the Yangtze River. Laozi said: The world is not weaker than water, but attack the strong first. I
You said: Is the water in Jiangnan a woman? Very soft and pure!
You said: Is the wind in the south of the Yangtze River a woman? Very light and sweet!
You said: You often dream that you are picking lotus flowers in Xitang and playing in a painting boat!
You said: You may have been a Jiangnan woman in your last life, and you want to visit Xitang.
I said I could accompany you to find the memory of your dream. Maybe you have something to do with Xitang.
Now, there is no chance, I am the only one left, but I want to see the place in your dream, even if I am the only one.
I kicked the stones on the side of the road and quietly looked at the peace around me. Green water lingers around the white wall, red flowers are sprinkled on the blue tiles, and the winding river sings softly in the morning and sunset. Take a leaf boat and hold a mugwort, and cross the green mountains and green waters. The two sides of the strait have experienced wind and rain, and they have also experienced eternal gentleness. The clear water bears the traces of vicissitudes.
Feel the simplicity of Jiangnan water town and enjoy the tranquility, clear water and long wooden boat leaving you. The house is built by the water and is connected with the water. Walking in the ancient town, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, let the sunshine flow quietly on the skin and let the poetry dance lightly in the heart.
Walking silently, looking at the lake and the original paintings in the water, I suddenly found a familiar figure. Is that you? Here, Too
My mood without waves in ancient wells began to ripple. Did you know I would come, by coincidence or fate? But time didn't give me a chance, because the original painting has passed.
Slowly, it seems that time and space are stagnant, and we can't help looking at each other silently, but our hearts seem to have endless words.
One is on the shore and the other is in the water, as if the two time and space can't be handed over.
My heart is racing and my blood is surging. I think, I think, I just want to ask how you are, but I can't say.
At the moment when we passed by, we turned around and couldn't hear each other's voices, as if whispering, as if to say: long time no see!
Hehe, it hurts to know each other and laugh. I told myself, go forward, don't look back, go to the street, I'm still watching you, and you disappear into the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
You disappear at the end of the water like a lotus picker in Jiangnan, leaving only water waves.
Jiangnan ink paintings emerge one after another, and all kinds of charming painting styles emerge one after another. Maybe your previous life was the Jiangnan woman who picked lotus flowers, smiled in the faint lotus fragrance, danced in Jiangnan ink, and danced with butterflies ...?
Your beauty only belongs here.
Hope to see you again in Xitang!
Yiyi