Nanxun town: looking for misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

In everyone's heart, there is an ancient town dream. For me, the ancient town has almost paranoid feelings.

Small bridges and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, with blue tiles and blue tiles, have always been my yearning place. I also sincerely like the old buildings and solid wood carvings hidden in them. I am also willing to explore the beauty and culture of the ancient town, and I am always willing to linger.

Like a place, sometimes it is not only because of its beauty, but because it is quiet enough for you to face your soul directly and let your mind stretch and relax like running water.

About ten years ago, in the midsummer, on the train from Hangzhou to Wuzhen, I met Nanxun from a pictorial. The snow-white tiles, small bridges, flowing water, deep alleys with stone slabs, and quiet leisure make me dream for a long time. This time I happened to pass by Nanxun, and finally I couldn't restrain my yearning for it, so I came on a trip that I said I would leave.

Different from the famous Wuzhen, Xitang and Zhouzhuang, Nanxun Town is introverted and low-key, like a lotus quietly blooming in time, with dark fragrance sleeves. Except for the tourists in twos and threes, everything at the entrance of the scenic spot is so quiet and simple, without noise, only the quiet old marks left in time and space.

Only when we really entered here did we find that Nanxun Town, as one of the six ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, was the first ancient town in China to be listed on the World Heritage List, but it was so low-key that people seemed to forget its existence. Such a low-key, but let my heart aroused the preference and long-lost moved.

Stepping into Nanxun Town and walking on the path paved with blue bricks is like stepping into the old days. White walls and black tiles, mottled stone bridges, patchwork old shacks, and images of the old times are hidden in the attic from time to time. This is a place where people can forget time. When standing, it seems that I can hear Wu Nong's old soft singing.

Compared with other ancient towns, Nanxun is still a pure land. Although once prosperous, living in a boudoir, there are still many people who want to find incense. Nanxun is not big, but it is as exquisite and charming as Jiangnan women. The combination of Chinese and western architecture is the unique feature that distinguishes it from other ancient towns. Despite the bad weather, it still has a unique flavor.

The first impression of Jiangnan is Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane, a gentle and feminine cheongsam, or a landscape painting of Jiangnan in ink. Strolling in Nanxun coincides with misty rain, walking on the ancient bluestone road with an umbrella of tarpaulin, and a picture of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River slowly unfolds.

The beauty of Nanxun lies not in the famous scenic spots, not in the houses of celebrities, but in the streets, in the early morning and evening. For hundreds of years, the fireworks people here are still the same, the ancient folk customs are still the same, and the ancient Jiangnan customs have never changed. Its grass and trees are carefree, without a trace of philistinism and exquisiteness.

The rain in Jiangnan can make people think a lot, not to mention the rain in Nanxun Town, which adds a bit of confusion and charm. In the afternoon, I put down my luggage, walked out of the inn and walked on both sides of the Xunhe River in the face of such rain. The Jiangnan complex that was shelved in my heart was opened by a spring rain and slowly fell along the blue tiles on the eaves.

The ancient town is very quiet. I don't know whether it's raining or Nanxun. There are no tourists jostling with each other, and occasionally I meet residents who are taking a leisurely walk, or old people standing by the bridge chatting, which makes me forget that I am just a tourist for a while. Standing on the stone bridge, immersed in ink and wash, everything here looks simple and beautiful without the slightest fancy and decoration.

Nanxun is special. Under its beautiful and refined appearance, it has unspeakable warmth and inexhaustible local flavor. Its charm is not only the apricot blossom-like style hidden under a white wall, but also the fireworks life day after day for thousands of years.

There is no bar street, no loud hawking, no standard of Yiwu handmade products in the ancient town, no so-called mutton kebabs ... The double-poured noodles, small wonton and thousands of vermicelli soup hidden in the alley all seem to smell the taste of childhood. The bluestone road full of years and the red lanterns hanging in front of hundreds of buildings are what the ancient town should look like. The real Nanxun, hidden in this century-old fireworks, hidden in this late spring vitality, just take a look and never forget it for a long time.

People can get what they want in Nanxun. If you just come to play, you can enjoy the ancient town style leisurely and wash away the lead in leisure; If you want to explore culture, you can meditate in historical sites and read Jiangnan epic in Shiqiao Lane. If it is for the feelings of the ancient town in your heart, you can gently lift the oil-paper umbrella, turn around the alley, cross the alley, and feel a different kind of tenderness in Wu Nong's soft language.

Baijialou, Xiaolianzhuang, Ye Jia Library, Zhang Shiming's former residence, etc. Nanxun once nurtured many literati, and the years have changed. Now Nanxun still exudes a strong scholarly atmosphere, silently waiting for her strong cultural accumulation. Nanxun, perhaps not suitable for meeting, is more suitable for precipitation. Even after a thousand years, the soul can have a dialogue across time and space.

If you want to see this ancient town, you'd better stay in Nanxun for one night. As night falls, walk slowly back on the stone road. The inn is a two-story attic near the water. Opening the antique wooden lattice window, the Xunhe River flowing outside the window and the stone bridge not far away all make me feel really excited.

At night, Nanxun is as quiet as other ancient towns. Just staying here for a few days, drinking tea, listening to the sound of rain and looking at the flowing water of small bridges will be very happy. Even if you just sit on the balcony of the attic, blowing the wind and staring blankly, it is very comfortable.

As night falls, Nanxun is covered with gauze. In this foggy and rainy season, the cool rain and the tenderness of Nanxun also complement each other. The ancient town after the rain is full of the smell of rain and dew. Standing on the windowsill of the attic, I can see the red lights on by the river through the hazy fog gauze, and the reflection of the red lights in the water is long, showing a different kind of gentleness and tranquility; The wind is blowing the willow branches and swaying the posture, which makes the quiet night a little more clever.

At this time, this scene reminds me of Bian's poem "Broken Chapter": "You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. "