I have known each other for half a year, but we have never met. Posting and replying in the same forum every day, laughing and scolding, because I can’t see the real side, but seems to be happy.

There are many ways to start the story, but usually it should change after half a year. Our change is that A Liang passed me a sketch on a certain night. He said that I should be like that. The picture is quite concise. A round-faced girl with long hair smiles slightly, and tiny fluff flickers on the tip of her nose. This picture moved my heart, so there was an agreement to go to Jiangnan Water Village in March.

That day, I came to Dongzha early, and walked back and forth on the long and narrow blue stone slab trail. When I saw no one around, I chanted Dai Wangshu ’s Rain Lane gently: “While holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone long, Long and lonely rain alley … she was wandering in this lonely rain alley, holding a paper umbrella / like me, like me / silently / indifferent, sad, and melancholy … “

When I turned around and turned around, I found Aliang standing behind me listening intently, I don’t know how long it has been. He wore a loose cotton and linen jacket, short-legged cotton pants and cloth shoes, a pair of untrimmed but lazy to look chic.

It’s still early and few tourists. I stepped forward on the waltz’s steps, and let the skirts bloom with grand flowers. He silently followed the distance of two meters away, making people feel safe and warm. Suddenly, I felt that this millennium ancient town belongs to us only. I led him to visit our territory.

The pawnshop medicine shops on both sides of the street have retained their original appearance. The wooden plaque has been dull and black, but the plum buckle above is shiny and shiny, telling us the old memory.

The residential buildings near the shore are connected, and the white walls and gray tiles stretch to the distance, but they are always accompanied by the small river. Among the misty rain, the angled cornices danced, and the buildings with hanging feet, like the ballet princess who was going to play, raised their chests one by one, exquisitely dressed. The Diaojiaolou here is not a bamboo tower. The building that extends to the river is supported by wooden piles or stone columns in the river bed. The beams are called “Water Pavilion”. As a result, people sleeping on the river can see the small bridge flowing through three windows.

In early spring of March, the balcony of the attic was slightly green, the dark wood but beautifully carved windows were facing the river bank, the railing in disrepair was not strong enough, but it was a strong interpretation of the strong love between the young lady and the scholar.

Strolling along the river bank, you can smell the unique taste of the water town, it seems that the breeze is carrying the gentle breath of the water town. In this way, we feel that our hearts are gradually approaching in a quiet and gentle atmosphere.

The long narrow river has some artistic conception in Venice. But Venice ferries by boat, but Wuzhen uses bridges to connect residents on both sides. Because there are so many people, they are called “one hundred steps and one bridge” by the people. It is said that these bridges were built in the Southern Song Dynasty and have a long history and strong cultural atmosphere. From time to time, there is a couplet at the bridge head. The book reads, “In the smoke of the cold trees, the old land of the Six Dynasties in Wuxu; outside the sunset sails, it is Wuxing several distant mountains”, “Tongyunmen opens tens of thousands of homes in the west of Zhejiang Water; “Beijing”, from the couplet, you can even see the direction of the bridge.

A Liang’s mouth always smiled, and he wondered whether he satirized himself before satire. After a moment of silence, he told me a story:

As we all know, Prince Xiaoming Zhaoming is a famous writer, but everyone may not know that Wuzhen is closely related to him. Xiao Tong ’s teacher is Shen Yue, and he is from Wuzhen. Every year Qingming, Shen Yue returned to his hometown to sweep the tomb, and asked to keep the tomb for several months. Emperor Liang Wu worried about his son’s academic waste, and ordered him to follow him, and built a library in Wuzhen.

Xiao unified into Wuzhen and saw the colorful, long flying grass, the scenery is very charming, so he indulged in play, put the book behind. When Shen Yue saw the prince being playful, he said to him: “One year ago, when I returned to my hometown for Chinese New Year, when I passed a temple, I was blocked by a group of people gathered there. After inquiry, I learned that the temple was frozen to death. A ten-year-old named Huazi. The people said that Xiaojia Huazi raised his eyes and was homeless and had to beg along the road during the day and stayed in a broken temple at night. But he worked very hard, and the money he collected was used for everything except meals. Buy a book and study under a Buddhist lamp every day. Who would have expected him to be frozen in the cold this night, killing him here. When I went in to see it, I found that the little beggar was lying in a haystack, his body was frozen, and his left hand was still holding it. A book …. “Xiao Tong listened, and felt tears in his eyes. After that, he studied hard and finally became a generation of writers.

I was smoking on the stone steps, and the cotton skirt was scattered on the ground. Looking up at the still beauty like an oil painting and enjoying the breeze, I couldn’t help smiling and closed my eyes. This is the most pleasant time on the trip, you can let it pass without interruption.

Opening his eyes, he saw Aliang coming face to face from the alley. He handed me a pair of cloth shoes and said, “My poet, reading thousands of books is worse than walking thousands of miles.”

Put on the printed dark blue cloth shoes on the spot, we walked forward along the river bank side by side. When it came to the wind and water, the residents started their daily routine. The cold Wuzhen slowly became lively.

The small pier is docked with many neatly arranged Wupeng boats. The boatman did not solicit guests, and Gu Zi was smoking a cigarette. We jumped on one of them and wobbled down the river. The mist on the surface of the river has gradually dissipated, and the rippling ripples whispered the little song.

We passed by the old man sitting alone at the bridgehead, passing by the children running around, the girls who were washed by the river wore the same headscarves, the branches of the weeping willow were sprouting, the sun was shining on the water and the river bank, I remembered a word –Peacefulness.

When he docked at another pier, he saw the tea house and went in for a nap. Tea leaves that stretch out in boiling water are just like life. It only takes a pot of water to reach the end.

We laughed at each other, a pot of tea, a plate of aunt-in-law cake, is a happy life.

There is a ridiculous story about Auntie’s cakes: At that time, in Wuzhen, a couple opened a small shop to sell cakes. Because of the small profits, they could only be sold on the spot. Later, the couple gave birth to a man and a woman, making life more difficult. They are carefully selecting ingredients and craftsmanship for the residents. They use fried flour, boiled sugar, shelled sesame, fried lard, and mix well. After cooking, they are pressed into small pieces. Shortbread.

This shortbread has made them a success, and the business is getting more and more prosperous. In order to preserve the secret recipe for making money, after the son got married, the old couple considered that the girl would be an outsider after the marriage, and the daughter-in-law would stay at home, so she decided to pass the secret recipe only to the wife, not the girl. The girl was jealous when she heard that.

One day, when the girl saw that her sister-in-law was making a recipe, she spread it out and secretly sprinkled the ingredients with salt. While stirring, she said, “Look at what unpleasant shortbread you make!” The shortbread is sweet and delicious, with a bit of salt and pepper, and it is very popular.

When the old couple learned about the incident, they decided to take the girl into the ingredients and renamed the shortcake “Auntie’s Cake”, which meant that the two of them were together. From then on, Auntie’s cake became famous.