Clothes Street in the old city, walking through the Qingshiban Road, looking at the ancient stage, the small bridge and the flowing boat, seems to be in that era, watching the dressed Tsing Yi people crying. Here, there is the most beautiful cultural memory of the ideal city. In this rainy season, listening to the intermittent autumn rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, it seems to be in the rain lane of Dai Wangshu.
On that cold autumn night, a person walking silently in the old-fashioned community can smell the smell of braised fish floating from the residential building, and the proper proportion of soy sauce and vinegar makes you feel the warmth of home. That milky light is an eternal harbor in your heart. The taste of Huzhou, to me, is like the warm smoked bean tea of my grandparents' house, steamed with glutinous rice balls.
Or go to see the flamingos and honeysuckle in lakeside park, the camels on the Camel Bridge, and an ancient city that is about to fade, but its style remains the same.
Finally, I want to tell the landlord that I used to have a headache with this kind of composition. Every spring outing, you should write a composition. I hate these hypocritical ingredients. I can't hold my breath. Only when I was in a foreign land today and wanted to write about my hometown did I find my feelings flowing between the lines. When you leave, I will know the place I love deeply, and I will find that everything there is in your blood. I feel with my heart, and I can write what I want with my own eyes. I don't need to refer to other people's opinions, and I don't need to be restrained, but I can write my true feelings. Even if you don't like some places, I might as well tell you the reason why I don't like them. You will understand everything when you grow up. Remember not to write exactly like me, teachers and classmates will use Baidu:))