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The Beauty of the Twin Bridges

The teacher asked me to pick out a little bit to describe it, which really made me unable to write. Since beauty is an artistic conception, it has to pay attention to harmony. A lonely point has no background. How can people appreciate its beauty? I thought about it a lot before I started writing, but in the end I was harmed by the "one point" that my husband had in mind: I wanted to write about the way of drinking tea, but I always thought about the fine porcelain cup for making tea. If I replaced it with a drinking goblet to serve it, Tea, I don’t know what it means to be neither fish nor fowl; I want to write about football, but I am full of the combination of movement and stillness, from the lawn to the players to the formation to the style, everything is indispensable... In the end, I reluctantly gave up my husband’s request and wrote the book "The Beauty of Two Bridges" 》as a title to express the interest of Zhouzhuang.

Going to Zhouzhuang on National Day is really a mistake: people are bumping into each other, people are crowding in, and apart from people, they are still people. I am really worried that the narrow double bridge will collapse or someone will be squeezed off the bridge. The common people want to be busy and enjoy the crowds. Naturally, ordinary people cannot coax a whole town out like some leaders do and enjoy the tranquility of the first water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Of course, there are gains and losses. Leaders worry about being shot when traveling, but I don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter if there are many people, you can still appreciate the beautiful scenery everywhere if you look carefully.

Since the title is borrowed from the Twin Bridges, of course, the Twin Bridges must be mentioned first. If Chen Yifei hadn't set his sights on it, if Americans hadn't given it to the elderly, I wonder if it would still have the honor of being used as my title today. Just kidding, but Zhouzhuang, especially Shuangqiao, is really famous for this painting. The Twin Bridges are beautiful, but unfortunately I couldn’t take a photo as a souvenir because there were too many people. I don’t know who designed the twin bridges, but he came up with such a good idea to make the two bridges so cleverly erected on such a river: the round arch bridge lies on the east side of the rhombus arch bridge, and the arcs and straight lines complement each other, although they are at right angles. But not rigid, one square and one round, one civilized and one martial, one open and one relaxed, one hard and one soft. The round arch bridge that is erected on the river is gentle and cute. You can lie down innocently and laugh at the boats passing slowly under the bridge. It has withstood the wind and rain without vicissitudes, just like the first impression of Zhouzhuang: simple and kind; turn sideways and look aside. The rhombus arch bridge is slightly higher than the round arch bridge by two steps. Shen Yi is speechless, but secretly carries the hurried footsteps of the people, and carries many winds, rains and sorrows. Perhaps it was born with the character of Zhouzhuang people, hardworking and strong. The twin bridges are mostly like the people of Zhouzhuang, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, maintaining the vitality of the town.

Of course, when talking about bridges, we can’t not talk about rivers. I don’t know what the name of that narrow river is, but I can’t tell which end is connected to the Suzhou River. If you float along it, you can drift out of the tranquility of Zhouzhuang and into the bustling lights of Shanghai. No one knows how much lead and sin has been washed away by the Suzhou River, but the water in Zhouzhuang is clean. The wind suddenly picked up, ruffling the water surface, and the green water strips rocked the boat full of laughter. With the creaking sound of the oars, they floated across the golden light-dotted water surface, making a splashing sound, and swayed away, leaving behind a deep The waves gradually calmed down. When I was in Sri Lanka, I deliberately sat on the bow of the boat, facing the autumn wind blowing from the river, watching the busy streets and tourists on both sides of the river, and felt that the river was full of comfort away from the hustle and bustle. I was surprised to see someone sitting on the bow of the oncoming ship, right next to the man rocking the oar; I suddenly heard a song, "Song Girl from the End of the World", in Mandarin with a strong Kunshan accent; I looked up again and saw the man smiling kindly. , I suddenly knew that these two people were running a husband and wife business, but it was not the point whether tourists knew it or guessed it. The point was that they both understood what Jiangnan is and what a water town is. Behind them, parents and their friends were talking to the man rocking the boat. The simplicity and kindness that flowed out inadvertently in his words were really touching. It turned out that the reason why this man did not open a husband and wife business was because his wife was ill in bed. He was busy rowing and looking at the pond in his spare time to earn money for his wife's medical treatment. When asked about the children, he replied that his wife had been in poor health since the time of the marriage, so the two of them never had children because he was worried about her health. Asked again if he wanted a child, he replied that his wife wanted to have a child very much, but he refused, even though he also wanted to have a child. The two planned to adopt a girl after she recovered and raise her until she was old. The man's words made me have to turn around and look at his face silently. It was an ordinary Chinese face, but this boat was so intoxicating!

When talking about rivers, we cannot fail to talk about the banks.

The houses on both sides of the river are really old, with a weak and dilapidated appearance, and they are afraid that a loud roar will shake off the bricks and tiles - the houses by the water are always like this. There are no houses on the shore, they are all small shops, the smallest ones are only a few square meters, and the largest ones are no more than a teahouse, covering a hundred or ten square meters. The most famous thing about the food shop is the oily hooves under the lights. The fragrant fragrance fills the street, making those who love food swallow their saliva and stare at the bright and dazzling shop; those who are afraid of the greasy food will get sick. With goosebumps, I held my breath and sneaked into the shop to look for some souvenirs. The dazzling little things still made my eyes dizzy: agarwood clear flower porcelain box, exquisite inlaid snuff bottle, pearl tower made of Taihu pearls, various dynasties The vase…I was eventually drawn to the old old Shanghai posters hanging high. The face of the beautiful woman holding a "Hudson" cigarette between her fingers gradually dimmed due to the passage of time, but the ethereal prosperity in her eyes became more firm. When asked about the price, the little boss smiled and replied: "Let's take a look, it's not for sale." He was not disappointed but suddenly realized: beauty should not be cherished selfishly. Next to the shop is a batik shop. The dyed cloth is blue and white, simple and natural. The hostesses and welcome ladies at various scenic spots in Zhouzhuang wear Chinese dresses made of this kind of cloth and stand gracefully. I just picked up a bag and wanted to take a closer look, but "suddenly I heard singing on the shore", and then the crowd surged and forced me out of the shop. I looked back to miss the cloth bag and then turned around to find that the singing was coming from a group of women singing and dancing in front of me. They are tall and short, but they are all dressed in batik cloth and wearing headscarves. The babbling sounds are out of tune, and the dancing is out of tune. Listening carefully again, I burst into laughter: Isn’t it the fisherman’s song often heard in water towns? I squeezed out of the crowd and took a rest in the teahouse. There was a group of people in the hall listening to the lively sung tin opera with great interest. The opera singers are also a husband and wife team. The man plays the erhu and the woman sings the opera. The opera covers a wide range of genres, ranging from minor tunes to songs from old Shanghai to Xi opera, Yue opera, and Kunqu opera. I don’t know how it sounds, but there is one word to describe the sound: sweet.

When I finally left Zhouzhuang, I had no souvenirs except the tickets and three photos. But after getting on the bus, I suddenly realized that my heart fell to Shuangqiao.