Appreciation of Good Prose in Jiangnan

This trip to Jiangnan came suddenly. It is the truest portrayal of my heart to pack my bags in a hurry and start my journey slowly. "Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar", write down the place where you have walked in your heart and at the end of your pen, in order to remember.

A Hangzhou

After five years, look at the West Lake.

I once said that Hangzhou is the only city I want to visit again after I have been there. -wine break, I heard that old tang said so. It turns out that the beauty of the West Lake exists in many people's hearts.

Before I left, I specially watched the weather forecast. It has been raining in Hangzhou this week. Halfway through the West Lake, misty rain enveloped the whole city, and it never cleared up until we left. The West Lake in the faint rain and fog is covered with heavy makeup.

"When will the West Lake stop singing and dancing?" . This piece of lakes and mountains, both Leifeng Pagoda and Wang Yue Temple, has three pools of moonlight and broken bridges, and the yellow bell and the flowing water of rivers and bridges are so naturally integrated. For thousands of years, countless passers-by have fallen for the West Lake.

When I revisited Wang Yue Temple, four white iron courtiers knelt in front of Wang Yue's grave, still crawling forward. Once upon a time, people said, "Forget about being king and win fame after death." Now I can't even care about my fame. Who cares about fame after death? Incense is constantly burning in Wang Yue Temple, and "loyalty to the country" has been sung for thousands of years. After all, this will not change the "unwarranted" grievances under the Fengbo Pavilion. Wang Yue Temple is reserved for everyone who comes in and thinks slowly.

Hangzhou is a green and lush West Lake, as bright as a pearl embedded in Hangzhou. At this time, the flowers have already opened. Walking out of Qu Yuan's wind and lotus, riding a rented bicycle, walking slowly along Su Causeway, watching willow waves and smelling warblers. In the blue waves, ships come and go, and the Leifeng Tower in the distance gradually appears among the green trees. It was raining like a breeze. I parked my bike on the side of the road, propped up an oil-paper umbrella, and was in the misty and rainy West Lake, picturesque. At that time, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and I completely forgot myself. At Huagang Wharf, transfer to a wooden boat to see the small Yingzhou in the lake-Santan silver moon Island. Green Island is a beautiful place for Shuiyunjian. There are islands in the lake, and there are lakes in the island. Although you can't see the scenery of the three pools and the moon, the pavilions and pavilions on a single island are also colorful and have different scenery, just like "the water is beautiful, the mountains are empty and rainy." There are ships going back and forth between the three stone pagodas in the lake, and the breeze and misty rain will make tourists intoxicated. Sitting in the pavilion of Zhou Xiaoying overlooking Leifeng Tower, the beautiful legend of Broken Bridge Club is getting closer and closer to the song "Once in a Millennium".

To go to Hangzhou, it is said that you must visit the West Lake and Lingyin Temple. On the Buddha wall facing the entrance of Lingyin Temple, four characters are written, which shows that Lingyin is quite confident in his spirituality. Walking on the stone path, the trees gradually can't hide the solemn red eaves and yellow walls of Baifu, and the Lingyin, which was called "Yunlin Temple" in ancient times, quietly appeared. The land of Buddhism is really quiet, and many people have slowed down and made less noise. This ancient temple, built in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, is so old that everyone is in awe. There is a god who holds his head three feet high, and Buddhists can see clearly what we are doing. I like the landscape pools and the gurgling streams outside the temple, which are quite a bit of Jiuzhai color. If I can live in this "first blessed land of Qiantang", I can read and write, see mountains and hear water, I think I will definitely not ask for anything more.

Longjing Tea and Tiger Running Water are called the two wonders of the West Lake. Tiger Running Spring, known as the third spring in the world, is located in Dinghui Temple in Dacishan, Hangzhou. I went to the Tiger Run and climbed the mountain. There were many wild flowers along the way, and suddenly a pavilion appeared halfway up the mountain, and a stone statue appeared halfway up the mountain, which was very clever. My road twists and turns, passing through a sheltered depression is Dinghui Temple. There are very few tourists, plus a limited number of fellow travelers. Halfway through, I only saw the three characters of "Tiger Running Spring" on the outer wall. Take a photo together and count it as a tour here, and then go down the mountain one after another. It can be seen that it is not a function word to ridicule China tourism. This is the place where Li Shutong became a monk, and there is the Li Shutong Memorial Hall. In the museum, Hongyi's method is hung high, and he advocates "forgiving others with his own heart and blaming himself with his own heart". Another courtyard in the temple, a typical Jiangnan courtyard, has a unique style. Looking through the shade, it is Tiger Running Spring, a very humble spring eye, built between stone fences, and the spring water has been flowing in Ran Ran for many years. Such a great reputation, in terms of momentum alone, Tiger Run is not even as good as Jinan Black Tiger Spring. Just said it was a joke.

There are too many stories about Kangxi Qianlong's trip to the south of the Yangtze River, and many things in Hangzhou have to be related to them. Huang Faner, a century-old shop, is located in Yin Gao Lane. It is said that when Qianlong traveled, he took shelter from the rain at Lao Wang's house and ate a small meal at will. His appetite is wide open, and the imperial pen "Imperial Meal" is given to each other, which makes this store famous. The dried fish head and Dongpo meat in the building have a royal flavor and are quite famous in Hangzhou. It's just that in my opinion, Dongpo meat is appetizing, but the fish head is ordinary. Walking in Qinghefang and Yin Gao Lane, I feel trance from time to time, and time and space seem to be replaced, just like walking on Qianmen Street in Beijing.

These days in Hangzhou, if I feel the same way, it is the city or the place I want to go back.

Goodbye, Hangzhou.

Erxitang

I know Xitang because of an article "There is no story in Xitang" written by Xiao Zhao. There is no story in Xitang, and the works are full of lingering sadness. That summer, I saved my heart and decided to see what Xitang would look like.

It's an hour's drive from Hangzhou, and Xitang, which has been hovering in my heart for a long time, is far away.

It's still drizzling, but it's a little windy and cold. When I got off at the new district, rows of people were waiting there in three rounds, and the coachman was very enthusiastic. A stranger, I really don't know which direction to go, but I want to take this human tricycles for the first time in my life. The booked innkeeper is waiting for us at Yingxiu Bridge.

Go along the misty rain corridor until you come to the inn. My first impression of Xitang is that it really deserves to be one of the six ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River. It is shocking and full of antiquity and disorder. The ferryman shook it slowly, and the water in the river became like water, which seemed to be too lazy to flow. I immediately thought of Phoenix, the son of the ferryman, and the crystal clear Tuojiang River. Even the river lanterns at the water's edge in Xitang seem to lack the agility on Tuojiang River. Deep down, there are still some unwilling. Xitang, so many people sing, so many people go shopping. How did it become like this in my heart? ! Perhaps, what the world lacks is not beauty, but discovery.

You can go to Phoenix alone, but never go to Xitang alone. That place is lonely and scary. During my stay in Xitang, I sincerely hope that many people will accompany me, drinking and singing. After I came back, when many people were drinking and singing together, I was inexplicably upset. I am completely different in Xitang.

In an hour, you can almost travel all over Xitang. On the river, there are occasional boats passing by, and there is no sound of wooden paddles stirring water. At the water's edge, I often meet little girls who come here to sketch. Stop and watch the brush come alive with their wishes, and their hearts become inexplicably soft. The pairs of boys and girls who passed by from time to time made friends feel deeply. Nowadays, young people can come all the way to Qian Shan to create their own romantic love in this ancient town. Looking back at myself, it is true that the passage of time is far away ... those alleys can't pass two people side by side, and some are so narrow that they almost walk sideways. The red lantern lights up and looks up, only a trace of sunlight.

The sign of "carved big bed" is hung at the entrance of each inn. The carved big bed has made Xitang beautiful and added a lot of color to Xitang. I didn't go to see them one by one. Are the carved big beds all the same here? If you want a big house, you should always pay attention to it. Carving is always good. At first glance, the carved big bed in my inn is not very old. In this way, the meaning is much less. No matter how rich your imagination is, no old lady will ever live here. Lying sullenly, I even doubt its solidity. Carving a big bed is really hard to impress all beings.

Near Hezhen Family Inn, there is a hoof that is fat but not greasy, and it is very delicious. When I first saw it, I had a desire to drool. Carnivores are despicable, but I can't change this bad habit in any case. I often just want to eat and forget everything, regardless of the height here and there. Besides, there is no delicious food in Xitang that suits my appetite.

Walk through the alleys and look at those old houses. On a locked wooden door, there are many notes, one of which reads: "I don't lack men, I lack decent men." In a word, Xitang made me laugh for a long time. I think it's kind of cute here. Compared with Phoenix, Jiangnan ancient town is more detailed and boring. Phoenix has some thick lines, which fascinates me more and more. In this way, I can't be meticulous after all.

The night in Xitang is very lonely.