Hongcun is such a place. I went to Hongcun five years ago. It is not my hometown, but it is still my haunted place, and it is still a place I miss and cherish.
In April and May, I arrived in Huangshan City, driving a mountain road, surrounded by rape blossoms. It's Hongcun.
Finally, the village in the painting, the reflection of Nanhu Bridge and Hongcun, is picturesque. Every household in the village is connected by waterways, and gurgling spring water flows from every household. The buildings are stacked with lakes and mountains, and the scenery is everywhere, step by step. A village with water must have a spirituality unmatched by other villages.
The blue tile stone wall, the waterway in front of the lane, the woman washing clothes in front of the door, and the food drying by the moon marsh are all full of life breath, unlike many other places, which are not commercialized, and the characteristics of scenic spots are buried by tourism and shopping.
Hongcun is really real. You will be involuntarily infected by the environment here. This is the real Jiangnan water town in my heart.
Hongcun is said to be the ancestor of Wang, and almost all the locals we met when we went there were surnamed Wang. Many old people have lived here all their lives. In their twilight years, they often lean against the door and watch the endless stream of tourists. Tired, I went back to my old house deep in the yard and stumbled.
In front of the gate of the old house, there is a sign that no photos are taken, no entry, and try not to disturb the silence of the elderly.
Another landscape in Hongcun must be an army of sketchers, mostly students and some artists. Some people come early in the morning and sit for hours with brushes. If you are in Hongcun, you may accidentally enter other people's paintings.
If I can go back to Hongcun again, I must draw with me with a brush in the spring when rape blossoms, and draw a picture that I am satisfied with.
If you can't take away the beauty of Hongcun, let it be remembered in your mind.
During my eight days in Hongcun, it seemed to rain half the time. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River falls gently and softly, hitting the bluestone board and knocking into the tourists' dreams.
Then, the traveler's heart is wet, and the water in the south of the Yangtze River is broken.