It was half an afternoon after we came out of the tea house, we found a small shop for lunch. Indispensable is Wuzhen lamb and rice wine.

The glutinous rice wine is sweet and delicious. In this early spring of March, a glass of rice wine came to the stomach and felt warm. The internal organs are nourished, and the food is particularly delicious.

After drinking a pot of rice wine, I was full of interest, but Aliang seemed to be invincible, and squeezed out a slight smile.

After sending him back to the hotel, the sky gradually darkened. I walked alone in the streets, watching the old man sew the shoes and the soles, watching the girls stepping on the spinning wheels as fast as the masters in the workshop made wood carvings, passing the wine cellar, and went in to get a bowl of freshly brewed rice wine.

People are traveling, this place is the hometown.

Wuzhen’s store closes early, and when it doesn’t stay overnight, it’s 8 or 9 o’clock, and the voice has dissipated. Only a few street lights illuminate the direction of the lost home.

I flew around the skirt and spun forward. This thousand-year-old town, like that glass of mellow rice wine, becomes more and more charming at night.

Waking up the next day was already sunny. I packed my luggage and went downstairs. Aliang was seated by the window, holding a cup of warm milk tea in hand, and the sun cast a silhouette.

Quiet pictures are always particularly touching, so quiet and serene like this, there is no regret even if you are old in an instant.

After eating a light meal, we left Wuzhen, which had not yet regained consciousness, and went to another ancient town not far away, Xitang.

This ancient town, located between the waters, had formed a large number of villages during the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty. By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it had become a bustling commercial market town. Look at the name of the alley, Dengdeng Street, Youche Alley, Chaitan Alley … all show the passing glory of this place to passers-by.

It is said that there is a large lake of more than 3,000 acres in the northeast of Xitang. During the Northern Song Dynasty, a family surnamed Tang moved to live here. In Xiangfu years, they named the lake “Xiangfu”.

This family has two brothers. After the separation, the elder brother lives in the east of the lake, known as the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the younger brother lives in the west of the lake, known as the Western Tang Dynasty. After many years, his brother developed unfavorably and gradually declined. The younger brother’s descendants are very prosperous, like a big tree with branches, the longer the more. The local people added the Chinese characters of Xitang to a side of the earth, hence the name “Xitang”.

Xitang has a small jasper flavor like Wu Nong’s soft words. Like a beautiful and beautiful Jiangnan woman, she walks on a blue stone slab in the slight rainy season.

I especially love the morning misty and rainy days. I only feel that she is all-encompassing and beautiful in the show. Gentle and gentle, telling the details of the world, but still living in the world.

Unlike other ancient towns, she kept away from the hustle and bustle in order to maintain her height, emphasizing their unique posture. On the outskirts of towns within easy reach, Xitang is silently watching the stories of ordinary people’s homes.

After listening to my description, Aliang applauded and praised him. He said that the reason why the poet became a poet was in a flash. And what I said at the moment is to show up in court.

The rows of Ming and Qing buildings and the porches of residential houses built by the water, such as the beautiful girl Gu Ying, look forward to the water world. Street Qu followed the river, and the flowing water became a stranger. During the rafting, set aside the mist in the early morning, as if you were in a fairyland, like traveling in a painting.

The babbling wooden scull swayed, with the grandmother’s warmth. The boat was slowly advancing, and behind it were two waves of rippling waves. The water girl in the laundry on the river port and the creeping creeper on the wall all reflect the leisure and tranquility of this town. The willow is drooping, the fish swims, and it is like an ink painting of peace and happiness.

In Xitang, the continuous corridors are the most famous. Many years ago, the prosperous shops were built by the river, and the passing ships were transported along the river. Therefore, this kind of special building that is beautiful and can be shaded and protected from rain.

Next to the river bank, there is a row of red lanterns. When it rains, you can see the thin rain curtains falling down on the ground, striking the sound of moving sounds of nature. There is also an old legend about the gallery shed:

Once upon a time, there was a talented lady Feng who had been waiting for the matching Ruyi Langjun for many years. Later, he accidentally made the “Summer Rat Liang Liang, the homeowner described the cat, and shocked the rat”, and he couldn’t get out of the Xilian, so he posted it in front of the door as an invitation. Unexpectedly, the weather changed suddenly, and the League was run by the wind. Ms. Feng asked Jia Ding to set up a shack at the door. Later, every family imitated and followed together. Therefore, there is now the spectacular Xitang gallery.

Unlike Wuzhen, Xitang is more lively and commercialized. Almost every lane is lined with a variety of shops, the store will greet every passer-by enthusiastically, the smile on his face is more inclined to please.

Residents on both sides of the river walked on small bridges with different names, surrounded by water, and this criss-cross, just divide out the homes. Under the bridge, under the bridge, full of life interest and historical traces. The timeless scenery and fresh impression give people a homely feeling. Every bridge has a touching legend or story.

According to legend, in the early Qing Dynasty, there was no bridge at the place of Wolong Bridge, and people had to ferry to cross the river. The river is wide and the current is rapid, often drowning. Once, the Zhu Zhe, who lives on the river bank, was deeply shocked by the drowning of the pregnant woman, and then he became a monk and built a bridge to raise money for more than ten years, but died at the time of construction.

The project stopped.

Later, his dead soul informed the mason to send materials so that the bridge could continue to build. The good men and women were moved and donated voluntarily. The bridge could not fit a small cube when it was almost completed. As a result, an old man settled it down. After he left, people found a dragon in the stone and one on each side. Then said “Five Dragon Bridge”. Because it is lying down, it is also called “Wolong Bridge”.

An ancient town is always thick because of his legends and stories.

Not only about gods and immortals, but also daily stories about ordinary people. When we travel through the narrow and narrow alleys, stroking the walls mottled by the years, it seems to return to that ancient era, there are the broad and flat clothes of the Ming Dynasty, the scholars wearing robes, unknown in the attic Which lady is playing the piano, sometimes with a low singing voice.

When the night falls, the red lanterns of the gallery shed one by one. The beauty of Xitang shows the charming side.

We walked into a small shop and called rice wine and steamed meat with lotus leaf powder. It was only me who was drinking and eating meat in a big bowl. The quiet man across from me gave me the illusion of inversion.

One day in my previous life, I might have been here. At that time, I was a quiet scholar, and because of one side, I came to find the girl who passed by.