"Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. Sunrise is better than fire, and spring is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan? "
Born in Jiangnan, grew up in Jiangnan, and dreamed in Jiangnan.
I was born in a winter in Jiangnan. At that time, the winter in the south was still very cold. Unlike every household in the north with heating or hot kang, southerners basically struggled through the whole winter. Of course, when the cold can't stand it, there will be a few pots of charcoal fire, and the family will sit around the brazier and have a good time. Snow like goose feathers comes as scheduled every year. After the snow stops and the wind stops, a string of shiny icicles will hang under the eaves. It will feel particularly cold when you pick it and taste it, but you can feel a little sweetness after a few clicks, which is very happy.
I grew up in Jiangnan, and began to understand the world and discover all kinds of beauty in reality. Jiangnan has a famous land of fish and rice at home and abroad, so we have to talk about the water in Jiangnan. Spots of lakes, streams and rivers are scattered in every corner of the south of the Yangtze River. Whenever the water level drops and dries up, abundant rain will gradually fill every pit, making Jiangnan look like a pearl in the water, with cities in the city and water in the city.
When summer comes, a group of childhood playmates will play in the water in groups of three or five, catching fish and shrimp, and they will be happy. Tired and hungry, I rowed to the center of the lake to pick lotus flowers and water chestnuts. Sweet lotus seeds and white water chestnut taste delicious. Of course, at that time, these lotus flowers and water chestnuts were wild, and the water quality was very clear and pollution-free. We really need to praise the gift of nature.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River makes people extremely nostalgic, leaving behind countless masterpieces handed down from generation to generation for thousands of years. Jiangnan in March is poetic, because it is the rainy season, and the continuous fine rain has been falling underground and falling on the roof of the carved beams and painted buildings, filled with thick moisture, like smoke and fog, which makes people feel sad.
Day after day, year after year, like water passing quietly like a blink of an eye. Born and raised in Sri Lanka, he is no longer in Jiangnan.
Although I left Jiangnan for many years, the appearance of Jiangnan in my memory is still clear. I must have been deeply engraved in my blood when I was born, and I can't forget it or erase it. Over time, I miss Jiangnan more and more strongly, and I have dreamed of it many times and dreamed of returning to Jiangnan.
Every morning, there will be vendors selling their wares tactfully, breaking the peace of the day, and an endless stream of tourists will come in, adding a touch of modern fireworks to this quaint Jiangnan town.
Walking on the bluestone board covered with green moss, the line of sight slowly moved from the moss on the side to the river passing by the roadside. In the distance, the fisherman's song came and fell into the water, stirring up white waves and urging the boat to drift further. And my thoughts are gradually dissipated everywhere with the rippling waves.
I still remember when I was a child, I would travel through the streets, visit all kinds of specialties around me, eat different delicious cakes and watch my grandfather's exquisite sugar squeezing performance. I am very happy and happy. Even in hot summer, they will go out to catch cicadas, insects and fruits in the scorching sun. A group of carefree children are naive and talented.
Perhaps many children no longer have this kind of experience, and gradually lose these childlike interests in the process of urbanization today. I don't know that I can make a simple cicada catching tool with a bamboo pole and a small bag. I don't know that I can see a beetle with a colorful back shell. I don't know that I can play with a small purple fruit that can be used as a dye to smear on me after being crushed. ...
Too many beautiful memories seem to be lost in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, waiting to be discovered and excavated in a dream.
Jiangnan, deep in memory, will never forget!