I walked through the ancient town prose

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain alley,

I hope to meet

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A lilac-like girl

A girl with sorrow and resentment.

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I have a complex about ancient towns, and this knot was probably formed when I read "Rain Alley". I think I didn’t really understand it at that time. I just thought the artistic conception was beautiful, ethereal, dreamy, and fascinating. I had no reason to think that this alley must be an alley in an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, that alley must be a long and narrow road paved with bluestones, and that girl with a sad lilac-like hair holding an oil-paper umbrella must be a girl with long flowing hair. A graceful girl, I hope the girl in that poem is me.

Who has not been young, and who has not had beautiful dreams? When I was young, I liked to read Qiong Yao, her "Misty and Rainy", her "Moon Full in the West Tower", her "How Many Times the Sunset Is Red",... not only the books, but also the film and television dramas adapted from her works, I like them all. Whenever possible, I will learn to dress and walk like the heroine in the play. Li Mengzhu, starring Liu Xuehua, is one of my favorites. To this day, I still like Qiong Yao, the beautiful and romantic love stories she told, and the beautiful, gentle, infatuated and virtuous girls in the stories. I think those girls came out of Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane".

But after all, I am not. I have not met an elegant young man holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I have never even been to a place that can truly be called an ancient town. .

Time is ruthless, and time will not allow you to dwell on your dreams. I hastily crossed the stream of youth, waded through the river of youth, and directly arrived at the lake of middle age. I gradually forgot about the elegant young man in the poem, the sad and resentful girl, and the long rainy alley.

I think it’s because I’ve been idle in recent years, and I think it’s because I broke up while walking. Some things will quietly revive, and my heart will beat at the slightest touch, which makes my heartache inexplicably.

I thought, if you wake up, just wake up; if it hurts, just hurt; if you meet, let’s meet. After all, this life in the world is not easy, how can I just wrong myself like that. But life is a one-way street, how can you go back to the way you came? If you can't pass the test when you come, how can you be able to cut through the waves when you turn back? No matter how helpless or regretful, we have no choice but to let it dim at any time.

But the complex of the ancient town is definitely still there. If you didn't visit Beijing, why would you abandon Tsinghua University, which is like a city within a city with many tall buildings, and go straight to Peking University, which has an ancient charm? If I had not traveled to Guangzhou, why would I have given up on the bustling traffic and gone straight to Lingnan Impression Park? If you were not strolling around Chongqing, why would you abandon Jiefang Road Pedestrian Street and go straight to the ancient town of Ciqikou? How about every time I travel, as long as I hear about an ancient town, I will be eager to try it and refuse to let it go? ... Later, I also walked through some ancient towns, but the signs of imitation construction were too obvious and the commercial atmosphere was too strong, similar to modern girls wearing ancient clothes but using mobile phones, just pretending to be pretentious, such as Guilin West Street, Changsha Taiping Street and Jinggangshan Tianjie all have this feeling, and I passed by them in a hurry. Apart from following the trend and buying some small handicrafts, I really didn't have much impression. But, how to say it? Someone seems to have said that no matter how many ancient towns you have walked through, you are always looking forward to the next one, just like a soft curtain, ready to move when the breeze blows. I undoubtedly have this feeling too.

An ancient town was included in this weekend trip, so I came again.

Chongqing is a very unique place. It seems that you are traveling through mountains and ridges along the way. Suspended overpasses, tunnels that suddenly appear again, and seas of clouds rising in white mist are the most common sights on the road. On the road, people sitting in the car feel as if they are traveling through the white night, heading straight up to the mist-shrouded heaven. Thinking of Li Bai's saying, "The road to Shu is difficult, it is difficult to reach the sky." One cannot help but sigh at the omnipotence of modern technology.

Zhuoshui Ancient Town is the most ancient town I have ever seen. There is a majestic stone archway at the entrance. When you enter the square, you can see several tall wooden buildings. Most of these wooden buildings have carved beams and painted beams, and their colors may be dark or light. They all look quite historical. I'm blind and impatient, so it's hard to tell which ones are imitations and which ones are original. I heard that this tourist reception center is an ancient stage with a history of more than 300 years, and there seem to be many similar buildings, so I won’t worry about the authenticity and fakes.

Not far after entering, you will see the entrance of Zhuoshui Fengyu Bridge. I have always been fascinated by the Wind and Rain Bridge and think it is the best of all bridges.

Because it is a bridge, and not only a bridge, it can also be a tower, a corridor, a pavilion, or even a house. It is practical, not only practical, but also beautiful. It is a palace standing in the sky and a water park with wings spread like flying. It is magnificent, and it is close to the people. So I left the ancient street and went to Fengyu Bridge first. Zhuoshui Fengyu Bridge is also called Canglang Bridge, which reminds me of the poem in "The Song of Children", "The water in Canglang is clear, and I can wash my tassel; the water in Canglang is turbid, and I can wash my feet." This name must be Related to this, it is a pity that the river in front of me is as quiet as stagnant water, and there is really no poetry at all.

This bridge is amazing. I don’t know much and I have little knowledge. Although I have seen the Fengyu Bridge once or twice, this is the first time I have seen such a majestic Fengyu Bridge. The imported wooden building has an extraordinary momentum. Look at the dark tile cornices on the roof, the stone carvings of horned dragons, and the seated Bodhisattva. Look at the auxiliary buildings on both sides, with interactive shapes, going up and down, and twists and turns, which is amazing and makes people nostalgic. It was like a powerful magnet, sucking me in instantly. All the way forward, you can see wooden planks on the ground, wooden pillars for support, one-piece wooden benches, wooden lattice guardrails, wooden beams, wooden house corridors, tall towers and pavilions, which is breathtaking. The bridge is undulating in height, with wooden ladders going up and down. It is decorated with bonsai flowers and red lanterns, making it look simple, elegant and graceful. If it's nighttime, strings of lanterns light up, lights from all directions respond, and reflections in the water sway, it will be another dreamy scene. While walking, I was very envious and only hated myself for being a passer-by. Otherwise, in your free time, you can make an appointment with a few friends, stand on the bridge, point out the sea of ??clouds, sing a few songs, or bring a piano or chess, play a song, and play chess, which will definitely be satisfying. Tourists often come and go on the bridge, and women carrying baskets can also be seen. Under the bridge is the Apeng River. It is strange that the river flows to the west but not to the east. I wonder if Su Shi was inspired by this when he recited "Who said that life has no shortcomings, and the water in front of the door can still flow to the west." This bridge looks old, but it was actually rebuilt in recent years. There is still a section under construction because just a few years ago, the bridge suffered a devastating fire and burned down. Now that it has been rebuilt, it can be considered lost and regained. Sigh, but also happy!

I never liked going back the way I came, so I got off the bridge and wanted to walk to the ancient town on the other side, but I looked confused. While asking, I walked for a long time and came across some buildings under construction. They were all decorated like wooden buildings. I don’t know if they were done spontaneously or if the government initiated restrictions.

After passing through a section of village road and coming to the river again, I found a wide land with a group of buildings beside it and a stage in the middle, which was quite spectacular. Looking towards the river, you can see a green brick horse-head wall covered with green vines. There is a wooden building facing the river beside the wall, with a few words hanging above it, which reads "Guzhen Renjia". Looking closer, I saw a stone door with couplets engraved on it. The door was not big, but there was a lot inside. After asking, it turned out to be the entrance of the ancient town, so I walked in.

There are many households in the ancient town, almost all of which are wooden buildings. The so-called wooden building is not necessarily made entirely of wood. It should be built with masonry and stone. However, the exterior packaging is basically wood, and the firewall, screen wall and corridor in the courtyard are mostly made of masonry. Most of the wooden buildings have two to three floors, and there are many stilted buildings near the river. At first glance, you can see that these wooden buildings are exquisitely crafted. Whether they are horizontal corridors in the sky, wooden wall railings, window lattice doors or leaves, they are basically all wood carvings. They are amazing, fascinating and full of artistic flavor. The roads are not wide. Most of them are straight. The narrowest part is less than two meters, and the widest part is only three or four meters. The road is paved with bluestone slabs, which are uneven and cracked, and have excellent anti-slip effect. The houses stand side by side, with breaks in the middle. There are often narrow corridors at the breaks. The corridors are all stone steps, leading directly to the river embankment and pier. Such a large-scale and regular construction must have been strictly planned at that time, and no random things were allowed. When you get down to the river embankment, you can walk forward and you will suddenly see the Wind and Rain Bridge. Further ahead, a mountain lies horizontally, seeming to block the waterway. From this side, the river looks like a square box, with less twists and turns. The river is quite open, probably during the dry season, and the river is not deep. The water is shallow and you can probably wade through it. It is hard to imagine that this was originally a large wharf with a prosperous cargo handling business.

The streets are clean and dust-free, probably after a light rain, and water stains can be seen on the road, as if the wet marks have not dried after wiping. If the lanterns are lit at night, the water stains and wet marks will be reflected, the darkness of the night, the red of the lanterns, and the bright light of the stone road, it will be a dreamlike landscape. On the streets, there are inns, teahouses, wine shops and noodle restaurants, as well as various gourmet restaurants. The names are quite intriguing, such as "Tianya Inn", "Yuanfen Bar", "Sanmao Dumplings", "here, here!", encounter, encounter, these common words on the Internet can be seen everywhere. It's a pity that most of these shops, which seem to have a strong atmosphere of petty bourgeoisie, literary youth, are closed and rarely open for business.

On the other hand, shops with local flavor such as "Tujia True Colors", "Ordinary Family", "Beggar's Chicken" and "Wang's Mung Bean Noodles" are open to welcome customers and offer their own unique craftsmanship to satisfy tourists. It’s just that I have always been afraid of food in scenic spots. I always feel that I am not eating, but drinking blood and sweat. I am not spending money but paper, so I mostly just ask about the price and don’t actually buy it. But some time ago, I read an article by a friend that mentioned a kind of "green cake". I saw it here, and it was wrapped in leaves. I wanted to taste it, so I bought one for two yuan, and I felt a little bit weird. Langtai was suspicious and ate it in one bite.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, and even if there are, they are probably mostly tourists, for some unknown reason. In addition, we didn’t see any ordinary residents, and most of the wooden buildings we saw were closed. Walking there, it felt like entering a deserted place. Fortunately, the street was not long, only about one kilometer, and it was during the day. If you walk alone at night, you should be timid. I will feel scared. The streets are not all straight. There are occasional turns, and statues often appear at the corners. Most of them simulate scenes of life, such as grinding mills, returning from hunting, drinking tea, selling fruits, riding cormorants, making glutinous rice cakes, etc. Those old residences of giant businessmen are basically open to the public, such as Guangshun Hao, Yu Family Courtyard, Wang Shiyou Hao, Fan Family Courtyard, Zhuoheba Lecture Hall, etc. When you step into them, you will see three floors inside and three floors outside. The complex structure of several floors, with several entrances and several exits, can give you a sense of the grandeur and scenery of the homeowner back then. Every time I see them, I feel lucky for the families of the talented people who built these old houses. No matter what experiences and encounters they have had outside, no matter how great achievements and glory they have achieved, they still remember to come back and remember Arrange your family well and let them live with dignity and face. I think that these ancient wooden houses must not only have carved beams and embroidered buildings and high beds, but also countless stories that have happened here, all kinds of disputes and all kinds of love are naturally indispensable, but I don’t know it anymore.

I’m also curious about who would stop and stay in such a small ancient town far away from the city, and whether there would be some stories similar to the covered bridge’s wet dream, with a few days of romance and beauty. In exchange for a lifetime of longing and pain. I think this is very possible. There is no lack of conditions for romantic love in this place. There is a sea of ??clouds that clears up after the rain, a sea of ??flowers looking across the river, a wind and rain covered bridge standing in the sky, and a quiet and peaceful stroll. Changdi has long and intricate ancient streets and alleys, ancient bluestone paths that won’t touch your feet, atmospheric inns and teahouses, and such imaginative and suggestive store names and advertisements. How could a place like this lack stories?

When you walk to the end of the ancient town, you come to the front door of the ancient town, which is the first tourist distribution center and the entrance to Fengyu Bridge. I feel at peace when I am back where I started. Here, I was attracted by a burst of singing. I saw two young men sitting on stools, one playing the flute and the other playing the guitar. There was a music stand in front of the guitarist, and sound equipment next to it. They played and sang, and they cooperated with each other tacitly. They were very dedicated and professional. They didn't care whether there were spectators around them or whether anyone expressed support to them. It can be seen that they are resident singers here and have long been accustomed to the lively or lonely environment here. Their appearance undoubtedly adds to the atmosphere of the bourgeois literary youth here. I think this is indeed a place that easily evokes nostalgia and dream-seeking thoughts.

Looking back, a long slogan came into view, "Work hard for 100 days to build a 5A-level Zhuoshui Ancient Town." Yes, Zhuoshui Ancient Town is under construction. I think the upgraded Zhuoshui Ancient Town will probably not be so deserted. It should welcome waves of nostalgic and dream-seeking people, right?

But I’m not, I’m just a passer-by, a curious tourist. I followed a poem and came with questions in my heart. I mingled with the crowd and looked at the scenery and at the same time looking at the people. This is not an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. There are no lonely and melancholy poets here. There is no misty rain at the moment. How can I expect to find beautiful dreams in this mottled light and shadow? How can I expect to go to a rainy alley in this foreign land? Romantic encounter in ? No matter how dazzling and dazzling your past lives and other people's stories are, they will still be out of place when you put them to yourself now. Although the stone tablet inscribed with "Heavenly Principle and Conscience" is still erected in the road, the inscription has faded. Who among the Taoist people will stop to read the vicissitudes of the past? Many times, the pure inner space is always disrupted by some intertwined desires, and the world we cling to sometimes makes us lose the sky of imagination.

Walking out of the ancient town is like waking up from a dream.

The lively atmosphere in the street market made me realize that I had just played a time travel game with time and space. I think it was the silence of this ancient town and ancient street that made my soul escape.

I walked through the ancient town. I followed one poem, but walked towards another poem:

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery.

People watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows,

You decorate other people’s dreams.