one

When it rained, I added a piece of charcoal to the stove, and the charcoal crackled in the stove. Just as I was mesmerized by the blue flames, someone knocked on the door. I opened the door, it's delivering newspapers. I have never had the habit of reading newspapers, but I still habitually flipped through them. There is a postcard from Ludao inside. The handwriting on the postcard is blurry, but I can vaguely recognize that it is some words related to longing and blessings. This reminds me of Ludao and also of the people I met on Ludao. Her name is Ouyang!

Actually, the first encounter was not on Ludao, but on the way to Ludao.

I once said: When the train starts, my favorite thing is to look out the window. For a long time, holding my chin with my right hand and watching the roaring time passed became my fixed movement. This time is no exception. As the sky darkened, I noticed the girl sitting next to me looking at me on the glass window. At first, I didn't care, but as time went on, her gaze didn't leave. I turned my head and my gaze met hers. She said, you look like my high school classmate! Unlike what I had anticipated, "her face turned red all at once," her gaze and thoughts were completely disconnected, without any awkwardness. I tried to recall all the female classmates in high school and made sure she didn't look like me. And then he said, what a coincidence, I met you here! Actually, after saying that, I regretted it.

I often travel by car, but I don't remember how long I haven't talked to others like this. I like traveling alone and parallel without any intersection. She said, my name is Ouyang! nice to meet you.

Obviously, she is waiting for me to introduce herself.

And I thought there was more to come, because at first I thought Ouyang was her surname. I asked her, what is the name of your high school classmate? She smiled. She smiles beautifully. Her eyebrows can dance, and her eyes are sweeter than her mouth. And the most lovable are her two dimples. It seems like it's always filled with wine, making people want to kiss. I didn't tell her my name, and she wasn't upset either.

When I got off the car, I said to her, if it's fate to see you again, I'll tell you my name! She left my sight. I just remembered a sentence: It's better to miss each other than to see each other! I used to think that love could fill the regrets of life, but it is love that creates more regrets. It seems that the wind in this city is always strong, and lonely people always only shadow the ends of the world. So I don't look forward to meeting again. I like simplicity, not inexplicable waves!

two

I used to like a saying: Choose a posture, let yourself live irreplaceable. After a long time, I realized that others could live irreplaceable lives in my own life.

Hepburn said: Time is not a fairy tale, experience is life.

I think of Ouyang, she said she wanted to go to a poetic distance. So I also set off. On the mountains outside the car window, in the fields, on the withered yellow branches and leaves... there are speckled snow marks. The place where the snow has melted has become even more lifeless. For a long time, I used to drag my chin and look out the car window. I don't move my head, my body, my feet, and I don't even bother to turn my eyes, so I can see things in the world from here to there. Lazy to cherish, also lazy to offer sacrifices. I am extremely afraid of touch, because I am extremely afraid of pain. When a 25 snows and covers everything, only purity can be seen, but the warmth given by a 26 makes this purity covered in mountains and fields nowhere to hide like a shield. All that remains are speckled remnants like mine. Watching the scene whizzing past outside the car window, I remembered yesterday as it whizzed past. The rapeseed flowers on the ten mile riverbank have withered, migratory birds have flown away, and the flower beds and frog fields are no longer silent at night.

I suddenly want to go to the millennium old town where I live to see the people of Zhenshui. I want to go there The West Lake Looking at the Demon Control Pagoda by the bank, I want to go find the secluded and quiet lake to gather silk, and I want to go there Dongzha West Gate Look at diplomatic masterpieces.

I remember my left hand once said to Zhang Qianli that there was already an unforgettable love, so I wanted to go on a trip that was easy to say. Later, they passed each other's lives and never separated!

I stood in a long queue on the long platform, waiting for a long time. The train was slowly moving forward, and at that time I thought time would always be so soft. I think: if I could meet Ouyang, it would be the last narrow encounter I would want to avoid in my lifetime. We must be arguing, laughing, and then watching the endless grass and jungle of time. But I just calmly thought that when it comes to encountering, I have always been content with it! I chose Song Du Lin'an . But this was actually a wrong choice - the mistake was to only remember her blooming flowers and forget about her short and uneasy moments.

Guiyang to Hangzhou Starting from hard seat. I really want to take a long-distance train trip, so long that I can see the entire story unfold and end in one carriage. In such a long time, I can be safe. When the train set off, the tunnel of time suddenly lit up. I remembered taking a long-distance train trip, so I saw Phoenix and Lijiang... Many past experiences at this time were mixed with flavors!

Kitajima said: At that time, we had dreams, about love, about traveling through the world. Later, when we drank late at night, the sound of shattered dreams when our cups touched each other! I don't know how to drink, but if I clink a glass with Ouyang, I think I must be familiar with that crisp sound. Although we have never seen the sunset or picked the egg yellow flowers, after all, we are just passing by. Yes, passing by each other. I don't feel ashamed or angry for any passersby, because I generally understand that one day, those who have embraced each other will truly become passersby, and the past right and wrong will be settled like dust.

At the end of April Hangzhou The hot air grabbed the tail of time and landed. The cheeks caressed by the wind involuntarily heated up like flirting. Hangzhou East Station It is a slightly desolate atmosphere, and ordinary lenses may not capture its full picture. The West Lake was originally the planned first stop, and I thought the sunset of Lei Feng was just in time, but I checked into a hotel that I had booked in advance because it was too late. Make a phone appointment Xitang The innkeeper said there is a room available. So I bought a ticket and went to the millennium old town where I lived, and stayed overnight at a water pillow house. Although the ticket is available, waiting is inevitable. I am not angry. When it comes to the bumps and turns during travel, I always respond with tolerance. Under the ambiguous wind and air of Hangzhou, the girls of the past are as gentle as water! I didn't know at that time that society was so restless.

When we arrived at Xitang, the lanterns lit up early. So, this millennium old town, living amidst the flickering lights and shadows, was lifted by passersby, and its beauty naturally appeared before our eyes. The inn faces the river, and I can watch the bustling crowd from the balcony. When I left the inn, I became a bustling crowd in the eyes of others.

three

I am sitting and drinking at the bar.

I haven't met Ouyang. The moon swayed like a hook in the water, which reminded me of the loneliness in Guanghan Palace. The shadow of the lamp is always beautiful in the water, which disrupts the heart of the locked moon, so it struggles! In the chaotic swaying of the water and moon lights, I slowly became slightly tipsy in this slightly tipsy time.

When I woke up, the sunlight shone through the blinds onto the bed. I pushed open the window and saw a woman pounding clothes and rice by the river!

The people traveling in groups of three or two reminded me of the hustle and bustle of last night. A time gap feels like a world apart. It is said that there are three types of ponds in Xitang - Qiaoduo, Nongduo Corridor shed There are still 27 ancient bridges and over 2000 long corridors preserved in the ancient town, and alleys are a major feature. Among them, there are 5 alleys over 100 meters long. The secluded and long alleys seem to be a time tunnel that took us into the Ming and Qing dynasties hundreds of years ago. To this day, we can still vaguely see the bustling past here from the mottled walls and faded wooden door panels.

I want to take a walk through the stone arch bridge under the morning mist Ceilinged corridors . The Stone Arch Bridge and the Misty Rain Corridor can be said to be the most distinctive and popular places for travelers in Xitang: the Couple Bridge Huanxiu Bridge One bridge, one story; A hundred mile lane, a thousand mile corridor, a thousand year old building of Xitang. The stories of Xitang accumulate more and more with the passage of time, to the point where it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Regardless of whether it is true or false, as long as there are many stories, people are indispensable.

When the sun is shining brightly, this ancient town where people live is overcrowded! So, naturally, for me, I lost my wallet, along with my bank card and cash; For my wallet, I lost it. And no matter who we are or who we lose, we will be far away from now on! I found my wallet lost while preparing to pay for snacks. Just as I was about to explain my predicament to the boss, I met Ouyang. I never thought that life could be so wonderful. Ouyang helped me pay and I told her my name.

four

Ouyang asked me if I believe in fate. I said I don't believe it before that. Although the world is small, it is also a thousand miles away. I don't believe in a future meeting without leaving any contact information. Because life, or emotions, or experiences, may have taught me that for things like "hope" that don't matter, it can't be a part of them and exist in my life. So, although I am looking forward to meeting Ouyang, I do not have any hope for this "meeting period". In fact, the process of life may be like this. If we don't have too many expectations, we may not be glamorous, but it is also possible to bloom the flower of life in a different way. So there is no need to criticize the past for its absurdity, nor to demand the future for its radiance.

So I told Ouyang, even after this moment, I don't believe it. But I know very well that I believe it now. Ouyang said, well, I'll lend you half of my travel expenses this time. If we meet again, you'll refund twice; If you haven't met before, let me pay for my belief in fate! I said to Ouyang, treat me to a bar! Ouyang and I walked into the "Love in Xitang" bar!

At that time, it was already dusk, and the slow music of the bar was accompanied by the dim light of the sunset shining through the glass. The dust became even clearer in the dim light. Ouyang turned his back to the light, and his long hair slid down from his shoulders to his chest. I haven't had a drink yet, but in my sight, Ouyang is already hazy. I said, after drinking this glass of wine, we're going to say goodbye! Ouyang asked, where is the next stop? I said, since you believe in fate, of course I will continue my journey! Ouyang insisted on implementing her "if plan" in the end. I couldn't resist her, and because I lost my wallet and card, I agreed. I said, why don't you leave a phone number! Ouyang smiled, took out a note from her bag and wrote down her phone number, then tore it off and handed it to me! Then hand me the notebook and pen as well. I folded the note and put it in the pocket closest to my heart on the left, then returned the notepad and pen. I said I have to leave, Ouyang said she wants to sit for a while!

five

I like to travel alone because I enjoy reading other people's stories in my own scenery.

Wuzhen Being away from Xitang is just a pot of imperial labor. So when I arrived in Wuzhen, the chrysanthemums bloomed again in just the right temperature. I sat under the wind chime on the street corner and finished a cup of tea. The seashells and wind chimes cheered as they collided with each other, like the songs of fishermen in the deep sea far offshore. The nights in Wuzhen are always thought-provoking. The canopies shuttle between the bridges, the oars stirring up the shadows, and the oars also stirring up the shadows.

I stood at the bridge for a long time, watching the moon ripple in the water, as if I wanted to ripple my thoughts away from the deeply silent Guanghan Palace. So on this early summer night with a bright moon and sparse stars, I felt a bit cold, truly responding to the scene of "the night on Tianjie is as cool as water, sitting and watching the Cowherd and Weaver Girl". As the night deepens, the stars become brighter and brighter.

I remember that song called "Looking Back": Far away starlight/Can only gaze at/Are you the same/Starlight that will hang love in my heart/Even give it to me/A thousand wishes/I just want to change you/Always by my side. I drink coffee at the bar until late, coffee is not like wine, it won't make me blush and look at a bunch of cups and utensils, its bitterness accompanied by the silky milk always makes people wake up. And I only know what I'm thinking when I'm clear headed. So I prefer the bitter taste that lingers on, rather than the burning alcohol.

It is said that society is restless, but when the crowd recedes and the lights go out, I seem to hear the heartbeat of the earth. So, no matter where I go, I always like to wander on the open streets after midnight or before dawn. It is precisely because of this that I have encountered the moon and the bridge behind me, as well as when the eaves were enveloped by morning mist and I was enveloped by them. Later on, I gradually realized that restlessness is not only limited to society, but also to people's hearts. I once witnessed the rise and fall of the sun on the same day, as if witnessing the passage of time and the passage of life. But in fact, life is always seen by us as a relative, a process of me to others.

I have always thought that selfishness is just focusing on what I think and do, and I have never thought that selfishness may also be balancing the desire to supervise others. Life is always like this, and many of the logic and philosophy that one insists on may be negated by oneself at some point, and then cycle on.

I stayed in Wuzhen for three days, shuttling back and forth between the east and west gates day and night. The scenery is so beautiful, people come and go. In these three days, the rain in Wuzhen has been cloudy and sunny!

six

It's late spring and early summer, and I want to go see it Xiaolian Village That ten acres of clear and green He. about Nanxun There are always too many threads woven together. When I arrived at Xiaolian Village, what reminded me of was Mr. Ouyang's song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" - the courtyard was a little deep, the willows piled up smoke, and the curtains were countless. Yu Le Diao An You Ye Chu, the building is not high enough to see Zhangtai Road. The rain and wind are raging in the late March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to keep spring. Tears asked the flower without saying a word, and the crimson flew over the swing. I think this is the only sentence I can remember about Ouyang's adaptation.

The sun also stopped in the western sky in response. I want to empty myself and walk along the Zhegu Creek all the way to the depths of the He Pond. Nanxun has a profound cultural heritage. It is not only a maze of traditional Chinese culture, but also has a unique international style. There are already enough topics about "Four Elephants", "Eight Bulls", "72 Golden Dogs", as well as the famous figure of the Republic of China, Zhang Jingjiang, and the houses they live in. For me, who loves to pretend, there are always endless exits, and with the addition of the Zhegu Creek and the Lotus Pond, it's enough to make me forget to leave for a while. The warm sunshine at the end of spring and the combination of Chinese and Western houses seem to be overwhelming for my search. Just like the name of this ancient town - hard to find - hard to find that trace of longing, hard to find those few deep traces.

I walked along the riverbank and passed by Zhang Jingjiang's Former Residence , arrived at Baijian Building At the corner next to it. At the corner, there will always be relative surprises. I walked into the coffee shop called "Yi Duan · Warmth" that surprised me. The appearance of the coffee shop looks unique in the ancient town, but it doesn't seem out of place.

Coffee shops, however, do not only operate coffee. Although the interior decoration is simple, upon closer inspection, every piece of decoration, every set of tables and chairs, has piqued my interest. There are two or three couples sitting in the coffee shop, talking about different local dialects. Some are drinking fruit wine, some are drinking dark beer! The boss is a tall and thin young man in his twenties. Very politely ask me what to drink. I said lemonade. He handed me lemonade as well as a cocktail, the base of tequila has a unique taste. He asked me how I felt about Nanxun. I said cocktails like this have a unique taste! As the sky gradually darkened, the people in the coffee shop also gradually dispersed. I asked the boss if Nanxun's night had ever been provocative. He said that Nanxun is the quietest woman in the world, she is poetry, and elegance belongs to her night. So I sat in this "warmth" until the poetic woman fell completely asleep.

seven

I haven't stayed in Nanxun for too long.

I came to the shore of Xizi Lake and didn't stay for a long time. I'll watch it alone Sunset Glow at Leifeng Pagoda Go Fish Viewing at the Flower Pond , lingering Bai Causeway ... when I walk to Broken Bridge At that time, I missed Ouyang very much. Although there is no snow on the broken bridge, I remember her face

At first, I thought that meeting Ouyang was not fundamentally different from meeting someone else. At first, it was indeed the case. But when I decided to set off, meeting Ouyang was like a ray of hope in my heart - in my eyes, she walked parallel for a long time; But in my heart, she has long been entangled in countless threads. I suddenly understood that during the period after leaving "Love in Xitang", all my searching was just hoping to see Ouyang at a glance in the crowd

On the way back, I had a dream and dreamed of Ouyang. I said to Ouyang, I am alone with my shadow, it says it has a whisper to say to me, it says it misses you very much. Originally, both my shadow and I are thinking of you! Ouyang said that if you want to send colored paper and ruler, you will know where the mountains and rivers are. I suddenly remembered the phone number that Ouyang left for me. I put it in the pocket closest to the left atrium! I woke up with a smile and took out a note from the pocket closest to my left atrium! I couldn't contact Ouyang. I remember when I was in Wuzhen, I once walked through bridge after bridge in the rain

I once traveled by train, and in that long carriage, on a journey that could stage the entire story, I saw Ouyang's face for the first time. At first, it was a face across the glass window from me; Later on, it was a face separated from me by thousands of rivers and mountains! I finally haven't seen Ouyang again!