In the intertwining time of Nanxun, I encountered "the cold spring in the desert with heavy coats, the lights in Nanxun and the boat moored at night"

The Chinese people’s feelings about ancient towns have a long history.

In other words, the ancient town together with the "girl with sorrow and resentment like lilac" in "Rain Alley", holding a simple oil-paper umbrella, wandering and melancholy in her heart alone, long and Fragrance...

This dream-like sadness and confusion is because the ancient town is helplessly disappearing. Just like the name of Nanxun, it is difficult to find it again.

Because of this, the existing ones are more valuable, giving the ancient town in our hearts a place to rest and dream.

This search, whether it is in person or sung in classical poetry, is equally haunting and makes people unwilling to wake up...

So, in the Song Dynasty, There is such a past event in the poet Dai Biaoyuan's "East Leaving Huzhou and Po Nanxun":

Back then, this man named Zhang Fan was really very romantic. He went out of his way to get a pot of wine. Start outside Dongcheng and ask questions along the way before heading to Nanxun.

Just like how many people came to Nanxun for the first time, they looked at the map, followed the navigation, and passed through the bustling city before entering the Jiangnan in their dreams.

What you see along the way is a picturesque water town, clean reed catkins, small bridges and flowing water, lingering willow trees, fishing boats filling the harbor, and orange trees...

Youdao Yes, everyone will get drunk before the wine is drunk, and everyone will be drunk before the wine is sold.

The prosperity of the ancient town creates a good mood of leisure, and the tranquility of the years leaves behind meaningful arias.

Jiangnan small towns have not been underestimated since ancient times. Nanxun is known as the cover of Jiangnan in China and one of the six ancient towns in Jiangnan. It was not discovered, but was born.

The wealth of Nanxun is mentioned in Pan Erkui's "Xunxi Literature" in the late Ming Dynasty

The history of Nanxun as a town explains the complex economics of "the economic base determines the upper class" Concept, however, what impresses us is still the spiritual homeland dyed with ink and wash, full of vitality.

The smell of smoke and firework is the most soothing to the human heart. For Nanxun, it is the "Nanxun Xiaobo" written by Bao Zhen in the Qing Dynasty. What I heard:

The bank of Tongtian Bridge, the first of the three bridges in Nanxun, is so bustling and lively, and the water market has its own Full of interest, the endless corridor is not only filled with fishing families one after another, but also the endless life itself.

What attracts each other’s poets and us today to Nanxun is probably this freshness and nature that has been passed down to this day.

Han Yixing of the Yuan Dynasty went to "Huzhou Road" and couldn't help but shake his head and recite:

The beauty of the water town is common, but the vitality of Nanxun is Nanxun merchants, merchants, and merchants. Floating market, Xisai people... With these as the foundation, the green mountains, mangroves, blue waves and white gulls are particularly energetic and unique.

When accompanied by the sound of "湣歌", it makes the boat trip on the water become very ritualistic.

From the "Autumn Wind Ci" written by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, "The flutes and drums are singing, and the songs are singing, and there is great joy and sorrow",

to Sadura in the Yuan Dynasty. In "Jiangpu Night Mooring", "the west wind has not stopped singing, and the sound of wild cattails and rain on both sides of the bank" is miserable.

And then to the "Shang Jingchu Song" in Wei Yuan's "Nine Songs of Wuyi" in the Qing Dynasty "Sound, there is a sound of market", which can be regarded as a healing mood.

And this Nanxun fishing song is so lively, charming and moving. Zhang Town in the Qing Dynasty probably only has its name as a town. Only then can we meet the heartbeat of the ancient town of Nanxun. The song "Xunxi Fishing Sing" stirs the strings of ancient and modern times:

Nowadays, hundreds of buildings and long boards The bridge has been mottled but still exists, and the girls leaning on the river bank corridor, their laughter and laughter ripple in the soft waves of the water, and are also reflected in the ripples of the setting sun in the village, without losing half of their brilliance...

< p> In this regard, there is a poem written by an unknown person in the Ming Dynasty, "A Poem Presented to an Old Monk from Zion Temple in Nanxun", which is very interesting:

We can understand the mist and mist of the water town, and the clear and elegant bamboo leaves, but it's just that What should we do to explain this "monk's head is white with frost"?

Is the frost on the monk’s head natural frost or traces of time?

But how can monks get away from the troubles in this world?

Is it a momentary ridicule by the poet, or is it a record of the daily life of that day? ...

It is finally submerged in the gloom of history, but the moment of encounter in life written with true feelings is destined to be chewed and recited by future generations. This is the heritage of Nanxun.

Encountering Nanxun through poetry, "Night Parking in Nanxun" by Wen Zhengming of the Ming Dynasty is a gifted soul-like understanding of each other:

This is the mode of acquaintance, meeting and understanding between us and Nanxun today. .

In the warm spring weather, Wen Zhengming, known as a talented man, faced the approaching storm in Nanxun. He did not know that the moment he was waiting for the ship would become a shining star in his life. of a paragraph.

He stood by the river, looking at the lights of thousands of houses under the dark clouds and the dark sun. He was glad that he had friends by his side, chatting and laughing.

After a hundred years of ups and downs, we came to Nanxun again to pursue dreams. It was night, and we traveled through the old Jiangnan. Whether we were on the shore or boating on the water, we looked at the warm lights across the water bank. Time, crushed in the clear water with the sound of oars, is the sound of a soul.

Just like the writer Xu Chi wrote "Jiangnan Town-Nanxun", he condensed Nanxun's water rhyme, fishermen's songs, and Jiangnan... all in the three words "Crystal Crystal".

This encounter in this life is more than amazing, because you are the Nanxun that is hard to find in dreams!