Wentu/Ying Zhigang

A gust of cool breeze intoxicates the south of the Yangtze River, the lotus lotus is not old, the autumn leaves are not red, and the geese are returning home.

In the old house, there are small bridges and flowing water, and the lotus steps are locked with light worries. Summer is not over, looking at yesterday's colorful colors, but the paintings are weak, and the rain is endless.

Deep in the alleys of time, the four seasons flow, engraved with thousands of customs.

This is Jiangnan today.

Autumn wind and autumn rain cannot stop the traffic of tourists in Luzhi Ancient Town.

Although the wind and moon are tempting, they can't get out of the cages of those few streets and ancient bridges.

So someone was indignant and caught me writing several articles on Jiangnan and complained,"All the ancient towns in Suzhou look the same."

How can the ancient towns of Suzhou look the same?

Plum cheeks are originally rouge tears, but how many people understand a beautiful face?

The only way is that flowers die and water flow, but I didn't know that there was once an infatuated species, and flower boats were tied by the willows.

The ancient towns of Suzhou are inseparable from the white walls and black tiles. They are like twin sisters and do not impress the hearts of the people. How can they know the beauty and charm?

How much I go back and forth like this, I may not know that this ancient town is still hidden. There is still a fort head and a Shijia Bay.

Battery Head is opposite Taiwei Lane. The facade is not very bright, like a tunnel in a residential area.

A hundred meters into the mile, there are reinforced concrete buildings on both sides with no scenery to speak of. It would be a waste of effort if he stopped doing so.

As long as you stumble a few dozen steps, you can see the huge water surface, see the pool of lotus flowers swaying, the winding corridors, and the love step by step. I'm afraid you can't resist the surprise of that moment, and you'll have to shout.

The scenery is put there for you to see. It is a scenic area. What you have to encounter after a lot of thought, a lot of searching, is the charming Jiangnan.

The lotus pond is leaning against people's houses, the winding alleys are leaning against people's walls, and several old women are leaning against the low wall, chatter about old sesame seeds and rotten grains.

The old woman's turbid eyes looked at the lotus in front of her that was still competing for beauty. Those old past events were painted with the red color of flowers and the vitality of leaves.

A young woman walked by gracefully in the alley. The old women discussed whose little girl she was."Oh, I remember it was a little big little person, but she turned into a big girl."

The flowers giggled in the wind. Bees that didn't know the season and refused to rest climbed over. The flowers seemed to be itchy and trembled slightly.

At the end of the lotus pond, the water surface became wider and wider, and it flowed into which river that was densely woven like a net.

Looking back, the pavilions and pavilions of the ancient town are reflected in the water, and the glory of the passing years are in a trance.

On the road ahead, there is a broken boat tied to the bank, half of its body immersed in water, and half of its body hooked with duckweed, telling the legend of the past full of fish.

The old man enjoying the cool on the shore held his cigarette calmly, picked up the big plastic teacup on the ground, gulped a few sips, looked at the neighborhood coming from afar, braved his smoky yellow teeth, and greeted,"Have you eaten?"

So, there was excitement.

People who have been off work talk about the tiredness of filling their fill during the day; people who do business in the market talk excitedly and do several more businesses.

The electric car jumped out of the cramped alley in panic. The woman, with her bulging chest pressed against a half-old child, shouted,"I hit it! I hit it!"

The old man enjoying the cool was smoking a cigarette and drinking tea, and nodded calmly. He would say,"Let's live a life, be content."

The head of the battery is along the water bank, one house next to another. If the two houses are not connected, it becomes an alley.

The alley is very cramped, and two people are walking opposite each other, giving way to each other before they can pass through. When I reached the end of my journey, I was blocked by the river again.

The people here are called Shijiawan.

Shijiawan also winds along the river, with old houses of unknown age, one next to another. In the distance, there is a modern city, reflected in the water.

There is always an ancient smell spreading out in the old house, carrying the pingtan on the radio and babbling around.

The hunched old woman shouted with a broken voice as she walked,"Old man! Old man!"

Through the door that was painted, an old man with the same stooped back walked out. What was funny was that he had to put his hands behind his back and pretended to be evil to berate the old woman,"I'm crying for her soul!"

However, the old woman was not angry. She stretched out her clenched fist and opened it, revealing two newly picked red caltrops. She grinned and said to the old man,"Here you go!"

You have seen many beautiful scenery, you have seen many beautiful women, and your diary contains unspeakable secrets. In this sentimental world, your eyes are still moistened by the wave of dog food in front of you.

The customs of Jiangnan have been circulated in thousands of years; the customs of Jiangnan have been hidden in three meals a day and the indifferent years of your head.

When you come to Jiangnan, there are a thousand and ten thousand customs present to you, but you know, this is just a pass.

Because what you can't take with you are the days in the fireworks that you dream back at night.