This journey is a bit long away from now. But during this period of time, something happened related to the city of Suzhou, and I remembered it. In the future, the travel notes I will push will use simple strategies and narrative methods, because originally my own travel notes were purely narrative. But I posted a few articles before, and many friends asked for guidance, so I will just fix the format in the future.

1. About the itinerary:

D1: Guangzhou-(Aircraft)-Hangzhou-(Bus)-Suzhou-Pingjiang Road

D2: Humble Administrator's Garden-Hanshan Temple-Pingjiang Road

D3: Suzhou Museum-(High-speed Railway) Hangzhou

D4: West Lake

D5: Hangzhou-(Aircraft)-Guangzhou

2. About eating

Food prices in Suzhou and Hangzhou are very cheap, at least much better than those in Guangzhou. There are many delicious snacks on Pingjiang Road, such as fish food, rice, Chinese food, desserts, snacks and Jiangsu cuisine. Unfamiliar friends can also ask the inn to recommend them. In Suzhou, we mainly walk. Because Pingjiang Road is not far from Humble Administrator's Garden and Subo. I only took a bus when I went to Hanshan Temple.

3. About accommodation:

Suzhou: Suzhou Yisujia Humanities B & B (Great Fortune). We live on Pingjiang Road, and the room is not on the street, but in the alley inside. The room is super big and has a small balcony to dry clothes. The style is the Chinese Zen style that my sister likes very much.

Hangzhou: Hangzhou Snail Houwu Inn. The inn is located in Qingzhiwu near the West Lake, which is a bit away from the West Lake. Friends who are not familiar with it suggest bicycles or public transportation. It may be because the ecological environment of West Lake is too good and has a lot of humidity. So our beds at that time always felt greasy. Friends who like to be dry should consider bringing their own travel sheets.

4. Small words

Hangzhou only stayed for one day because of the temporary need for an interview. We could only reduce the original 6-or 7-day trip to 5 days. So Hangzhou only went to West Lake. I have been to the West Lake a long time ago, but it was too small at that time and I had no impression of the West Lake. The main reason why I went here this time was to see it again.

There are two lines to play West Lake. One is at Lingyin Temple. There are fewer spots and the distance between spots is longer, but the advantage is that there are fewer people. The other line is Baidi, Leifeng Pagoda, etc., which has many points but is also close to the urban area. So the choice is purely personal.

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In the order of the ages, I disturbed you in your clear dream for a morning, and listened to jokes half after I woke up.

Jiangnan in my dream-the hazy misty rain is like the ink color of wolves. The son is standing quietly in front of the courtyard with white walls and black tiles in a flowery shirt. At the end of the winding path paved with bluestone slabs, there is an oil-paper umbrella that has been left cold.

I used to think that the people in Jiangnan were gentle and the scenery was also gentle. The tranquility of the small bridges and flowing water, and the gentleness of Jiangnan women's smiles are probably something that many people can't repair even with their efforts.

But when I stepped into Sucheng again in June, I actually felt that Jiangnan was cold and sad. It was like a stroke of green ink, always carrying subtle words.

It was evening when we arrived in Suzhou. The lively scenery of Pingjiang Road and the elegant inn really excited my eldest sister. In fact, I was also very excited because we had an appointment to listen to Pingtan after dinner.

The first time I felt that Pingtan was very special was in the movie The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling, and then I kept thinking about it until June when I heard a response.

The dinner for the two was a sweet and sour pork ribs, a pot of pickled fish, and a dish of green vegetables. It was extremely simple and would be good as long as there was enough to eat. After dinner, my eldest sister and I stopped and walked on Pingjiang Road, looking at the appropriately cut cheongsam and the Su embroidery with the threads like raindrops. It was not until the pingtan was about to begin that it was possible to turn back.

I booked two tickets at the front desk of the inn, and when I entered, the small hall was already full of people. We found a place near the door and each ordered a cup of Biluochun. The sounds of pipa and erhu are suitable, and the tones are melodious, light, clear, soft and slow.

It was nearly 11 o'clock when the party broke up, and the entire Pingjiang Road was quiet. Only two or three inns were still lit. It seemed that only at this time could the noise of the day be diluted and add some tranquility and sadness to Su City.

When I went out the next day, except for a few breakfast shops, one or two doors were opened for other knowledge. We walked along Pingjiang Road to Humble Administrator's Garden. The Humble Administrator's Garden in Suzhou City, its pavilions and pavilions, and the fragrance of lotus flowers in summer, dazzled the time and amazed me. Coming out of Humble Administrator's Garden, we each ordered a bowl of noodles at a small noodle shop on the roadside. Plain noodle soup is just right for the scorching summer.

When we arrived at Hanshan Temple, it was the hottest time in the afternoon. The moon sets, the black cries and the frost fills the sky, and the river maple and the fishing fire are sleeping sadly. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the passenger ship arrives at midnight. I wonder if Zhang Ji could have known thousands of years ago that someone traveled thousands of miles to come here because of his words.

After our trip to Hanshan Temple, we decided to return to the inn to rest. The eldest sister left without getting enough sleep after the college entrance examination, so we slept until 8 o'clock.

I hurriedly packed up and went out, sweeping all the snack bars on Pingjiang Road. Coincidentally, Huang Zhuping was on a business trip, so she had a little chat with her and told her that the cheongsam here was really beautiful.

This city has something I like. On the second day in Suzhou, I still got up at 7 o'clock. I met a big orange very similar to Bo Ge in the hot and sour noodle shop. My eldest sister said I smelled like Pogo, so it was very sticky to me.

Today we are going to see Mr. Bei Liming's sealed work-Su Bo. The traditional Suzhou garden style is dotted with high and low. The dark gray roof matches the white walls, which is fresh and elegant. Even the windows at the corner are the ultimate Jiangnan Jane.

After visiting Subo, we went back early. My eldest sister wanted to send postcards to her teachers. And I gave myself a birthday present for next year at Maokong, telling me one year later to remember every choice I made during the year. Sour appetizers and yoghourt-flavored ice cream are the most appetizers.

The high-speed train from Suzhou to Hangzhou takes about 2 hours, and it arrives at 4 or 5 p.m. But because the West Lake is a little far away from the high-speed railway station, it was almost dark when we arrived at the inn. Qingzhiwu is a little cool at night, and the stars in the sky are sparse but clear. In my memory, I haven't seen such a blue sky for a long time. In this small town, time seems to have stopped, making people unconsciously slow down.

This time out, I actually happened to encounter an interview. But I choose to travel, so I can only bear the risks. After two days of suffering, I changed my ticket on the high-speed train in one go. After dinner that day, I suddenly didn't feel uncomfortable, and I wasn't worried about whether I would change my ticket and couldn't make it back. Because I've done everything I can do, and I won't regret it. It may also be that I am not sad because I have eaten and drunk enough. After all, pigs are really easy to coax.

Our experiences are shaped by every choice. Therefore, there is actually no final conclusion on what is best and what kind of talents are the best. When we enjoy the freedom of choice, we must bear the hardships of breaking free from constraints. This is the price of choice.

Due to the change of visa, we only had one day left in Hangzhou, but in this short day, we almost walked half of the West Lake.

At the breakfast shop on the roadside, the angle of the sun shining on it is just right, so good that even mixed noodles and xiaolongbao look so angry. After breakfast, we started our trip to the West Lake. In fact, we never thought that we could walk 10 kilometers.

I stood on Lei Feng Tower for three hours just to take pictures of the sunset on the West Lake. The sunset in Hangzhou seems a bit beautiful.

The sunset shines brightly on the West Lake, the flowers are on the plains, and the waves are flat. We listened to the chirping of cicadas on the edge of the West Lake and hid our footsteps gently in the summer.