Aesthetic Prose in Ancient Town 1: Spring has come in Youyou Ancient Town. My feet have been shrunk by cotton shoes all winter, and I want to go for an outing. My frozen hands want to brush that touch of green. My heart, which has been frozen by the cold for a season, suddenly surges, and I can't help being full of spring.
Beizhen, on the bank of Huaihe River, is not very green at this time, although it is already March.
This season, I want to go to the south, to the endless Yuan Ye, to see the green wheat waves drifting, to see the bright yellow rape flowers dancing, and to listen to the wind singing softly. I want to go to the steep hillside, experience the breathlessness of climbing, watch the flowers open into the sea, see the new buds of trees, and see the endless green below.
I want to be close to every blooming flower, feel the warmth and softness of the black and pink south and breathe the breath of spring.
I packed my bags, quietly and unconsciously, and went to this Jiangnan town left by the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Those century-old willows at the entrance of the village seem to greet tourists and dance with the wind. Looking up, I saw a bunch of brilliant magnolia flowers. Willow's simple and warm posture and childlike innocent smile are all so pleasant. Branches and leaves sing in the wind with the gurgling stream under the bridge, so harmonious, simple and fresh country breath comes to my face.
This is the fief of the King of Wu in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is a typical water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Today, the ancient street features of Ming and Qing architecture are still well preserved. Walking into the ancient town and following this winding old street, it seems to be back to the picture of history, and suddenly there is a feeling of entering another world.
Zhouzhuang, I'm coming.
Standing in a doorway, I saw many courtyards and halls echoing each other, and the brick-carved gatehouse still exists. I can't help but sigh: The courtyards are really deep, how deep, how thick and how streamer they are. Everything you see is like an ink painting, moving like a smoke cloud, still like an old house, lifelike, and indescribable tranquility and warmth.
A small river with clear mountain spring water bypasses the house, and the sound of water flows through the whole long lane. The water is gurgling, so clear that you can see the fish coming and going leisurely. Walking along the river, occasionally you will meet a cruise ship slowly shuttling through the river and passing through the arch bridges. Tourists are relaxing on the sparkling water, laughing and slapping, watching the scenery of the ancient town and listening to Wu Ge, the boatwoman.
The water plants sway gently in the water, making people feel infinitely soft. Suddenly, the fisherman drove the fishing eagle into the water with a bamboo pole. Fishing eagles dive into the water to chase fish and never fail. It only took a moment. When they surfaced, they had a lively fish in their mouths. This kind of scenery makes me a little lost. Do I admire the wit and loyalty of the osprey, or do I lament the helplessness of the fish?
When I left the cruise ship and landed, I couldn't bear to look back at the osprey falling from the sky and jumping into the water at high speed.
A bell woke up the heavy footsteps and walked along Baixian River to Quanfu lecture temple. Along the way, I saw cobblestone paths and courtyard walls with white walls and blue tiles, old and mottled old houses, and the painted walls gradually peeled off, revealing their true colors. That is the natural grain formed by years, like blooming flowers with different shapes. It is obviously a trace of time, like a brand, which seems to tell people its past.
When the sun sets, find a family hotel to stay, sit at the table, make a pot of old wine, taste side dishes, enjoy the bright moonlight outside the window, the wind sends lotus fragrance, the waves sway, the breeze blows gently, and listen to the drifting Jiangnan ditty to sleep.
At dawn, the monks in the temple rang the bell and the sound spread to dozens of miles away. People regard it as the golden rooster at dawn.
This morning, there was a light rain in Mao Mao, so I decided to get close to the spring without an umbrella.
There were not many tourists on the road, the stone road was wet, the market was quiet, and I accidentally walked to the end of the alley, revealing a bunch of rural people. The slate road is sometimes blue and white, and sometimes it is shiny and smooth, which seems to reflect the scene of Shen Wansan, a rich man in the south of the Yangtze River, being full of guests.
Turning a corner, I walked across a bridge and saw a picture of a small bridge flowing water. This town is not big, but there are unexpected scenery everywhere.
Ducks swim leisurely in the water, and a couple in the boat are sweet and dependent, whispering and drifting with the water, which can't help but make people envy. There are stalls selling specialties on the roadside, shops and restaurants near the water are leisurely open, kung fu tea tables are placed at the door, drinking fragrant tea and listening to Jiangnan tunes, and there is no sign of shops selling. Fate does not force, phoenix tree attracts phoenix. I think this may be the leisure place of this Millennium ancient town.
I really like this ancient village that has not been destroyed. There are rivers and bridges, so you need to travel by boat. Come here, calm down, just to see a leisurely and beautiful landscape painting precipitated from the long corridor of history.
Dignified, quiet, mellow and distant.
Where will I go after I leave this ancient town?
Aesthetic Essay 2 of Ancient Town: Beautiful autumn intoxicated the cool autumn wind in the ancient town, making the willow trees on the Xiang Si Lake sway and dance, and the autumn rain turned into tearful tears of Xiang Si Lake, dripping on the pale yellow willow leaves that fell into the red dust, infiltrating the blue and quiet Xiang Si Lake by the lake, blooming the fragrant osmanthus in the alley, and rustling the red leaves on the other side of the city.
The cool autumn wind puts a quiet blue autumn dress on the dancing lake around Shuiyuan and the ancient city. In the noisy summer, the rolling and tearing river gradually becomes slim and graceful in the intermittent autumn rain, with a deep Zen in its softness, as clear and clear as a Buddhist conversion, elegant and quiet, without a trace of red dust, blue sky and white clouds, as transparent as jasper, as quiet as a mirror, windless, dustless and less. The river is covered with algae clothes unique to autumn, which makes the blue of the river more intense, just like two long blue ribbons wrapped under the ancient city of Bambari, which fills the streets and alleys of the ancient city with autumn colors near the distant mountains. Under the warm sun in autumn, a fishing boat is moored by the river in the clear water and blue sky. The fishing net on the bow is shining with bright silver light, and the fishermen with bronze skin color are lying on the board lazily basking in the sun and enjoying the beautiful autumn rhyme.
Wild chrysanthemums bloom, and the autumn wind leaves. On the roadside of Shan Ye, by the Wushui River, there are clusters of wild chrysanthemums in Huang Cancan. A wild chrysanthemum is like a radiant little sun, surrounded by dozens or even hundreds of wild chrysanthemums, layered and golden, emitting a rich fragrance; The yellow color of wild chrysanthemum is so colorful and dazzling, blooming on the outskirts of the ancient city with rich autumn colors, on the mountain path and by the water; The maple leaves on Chibaoshan are also red. All kinds of miscellaneous leaves are reddish, yellowish and still so green. What's more, the once-blooming neem tree was dyed purple by the autumn wind, and the blooming wild chrysanthemum at the foot of the mountain was like a yellow brocade, which spread under the Chibaoshan Mountain, where the autumn rhyme was overflowing, dyeing the forest with colorful autumn colors. The Yuan River at the foot of the mountain flows quietly, quietly embedding itself in this beautiful landscape painting, decorating the ancient incense under the Qin bricks and Han tiles in the ancient city.
Xiangsihu v. Acacia, nostalgic under ancient trees, autumn wind and autumn rain dressed the ancient city of Xiangsihu like a gallery in a dream; Jogging on the path by the lake in the early morning, the cool autumn morning breeze, with a little freshness, lingers a few wisps of thin light smoke on the lake, curling up on Yingying Lake in Qiu Guang, and the grass on that slope is neatly spread on both sides of the lake like a yellow blanket; Next to the pavilion, there are several old trees, which are not only transplanted from deep forests, but also need several people to hug. On the old trunk, a few new branches were stubbornly spit out, chanting the vicissitudes of the past. Rows of willows on the shore of the lake quietly hang down their willow leaves, leaving only a few sparse yellow leaves, like a girl's washed hair by the lake, flowing in the blue acacia lake.
In autumn, the streets and alleys of the ancient city are filled with thick osmanthus fragrance. Since ancient times, residents of the ancient city like to plant osmanthus trees. In front of the house and behind the house, along the roadside, osmanthus trees of all sizes can be seen everywhere, ranging from hundreds of years old to newly planted osmanthus trees. After several autumn winds and several autumn rains, osmanthus flowers that gave birth to a summer quietly bloomed. When the intoxicating sweet-scented osmanthus wafts, oh, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms; The flowers of osmanthus fragrans are very small and hidden under the lush leaves. They are not surprised, undisturbed or lonely. If it weren't for Gui Xiang's warning, it would be really hard to find them. Thousands of flowers overlap, dense, fragrant, in the autumn sun, looks like stars, glittering; One night of autumn wind and one night of autumn rain, the green flag in the alley, the grass on the roadside and the Hanwa in the house are all covered with a layer of golden osmanthus, emitting a faint fragrance.
Autumn in the ancient city is also the season when autumn fruits are fragrant. Under the faded Portuguese leaves, there are strings of black pearl-like thorn grapes hanging in the thorn vineyard on the banks of Wushui River, which are crystal clear and intoxicating. People who have been sitting in the office for a long time come to the ancient city of Portugal Sea on weekends, smelling the fresh breath of the soil and bathing in the warm sunshine scattered through the cracks in Portuguese leaves. The thorn grapes in the garden can be picked within reach. There are a few yellow leaves floating on the persimmon tree in Yangjia Courtyard, shiny red persimmons are covered with persimmon trees, and a few gray sparrows are standing on the branches, twittering, jumping up and down, pecking left and sucking right, enjoying the sweet taste of persimmons; Papaya with strange shapes can be seen from time to time outside the ancient city. Chestnut with prickly velvet shell emerges from its shell, and wild kiwifruit, who climbs on the chestnut tree, has a sweet and sour furry fruit, which tastes much stronger than that cultivated artificially.
Walking on the bluestone board in Gu Xiang, leaning against the autumn wind and autumn rain, holding the oil-paper flower umbrella unique to the small town, walking into the alley bar, sipping a few thousand-year-old Xiangxi wines and indulging in the misty rain of the ancient city; I think that beautiful autumn color is not like the thousand-year-old Xiangxi wine, which is sweet and rich, intoxicating tourists, intoxicating me, intoxicating you and intoxicating the ancient city of Qianyang in autumn.