You can say it's not beautiful. You are natural and simple. Rough gray coat, white skirt, decorated with some red and white flowers and green willow branches. Clear water softens the skin, the key of Shuangqiao is properly hung on the waist, and the most important thing is the window of the eyes, which is half open and half closed in mid-spring, which cannot hide the charm of people. It is still the sunrise of the Ming Dynasty, which shines obliquely on your shoulders, giving you a kind of half-bright and half-dark freehand brushwork.
I really don't know. You have been waiting for me there for a long time. It's only today, and it's too late, which has caused you such vicissitudes. And you are still beautiful, and you exude charming charm. Really, you are still so pure and classical. Don't be shy and look at everyone generously. Zhouzhuang, I called your name for a long time, but I didn't know you were here. Zhouzhuang, I called your name, and you are more moving than I expected. I really want to hold you in my arms. It's just that there are too many people coming for you, and you are caught off guard, and your accustomed silence and loneliness are broken. I can see that you are a little tired and helpless. Zhouzhuang, I'm late.
Some people say that Zhouzhuang is at the expense of the destruction of Suzhou. The appearance of ancient Suzhou flashed before my eyes. Yes, Suzhou took off its gown and gown. Suzhou is much more modern. Although I still have a silk embroidered fan in my hand, I am far from hiding in the boudoir. In this way, Zhou Zhuang, a classical scholar in the south of the Yangtze River, became famous all over the world. However, neon dance halls and restaurants around Zhouzhuang are on the rise. Can Zhouzhuang's ethics last long?
Attend the groundbreaking ceremony of "Fu Gui Teahouse". A well-known rich enterprise marries a well-known Zhouzhuang. Coincidentally, Shen Wansan, the representative of Zhouzhuang, is also very famous. On behalf of Fugui Tea House, it is a girl with elegant long hair, and the chief of Zhouzhuang is a woman with short hair, which is also a coincidence. Wealth, tea, Zhouzhuang, women, these words are particularly bright in the misty spring rain. Looking back, Baixian Lake is sparkling.
I thought of Sanmao, a writer from Taiwan Province Province, who loves traveling. Sanmao's footprints are all over the world, and his long hair is dyed with the wind. As soon as Sanmao came to Zhouzhuang, she cried. Sanmao embraced Zhouzhuang like a long-lost motherland. Sanmao is actually very lonely inside. Sanmao nagged Zhouzhuang day and night, eating snacks made by Zhouzhuang. San Mao said, I will come again, I will definitely come. Sanmao left in tears. When Sanmao left, she finally kissed the yellow rape flower given to her by Zhouzhuang, Huang Shoupa. Zhouzhuang's regret is that Sanmao didn't stay long. As soon as Sanmao left Zhouzhuang, she fell into greater loneliness and finally gave herself to a pair of socks. Sanmao still talked about Zhouzhuang when he died. Zhouzhuang knows that Zhouzhuang has always said so.
Take a boat at night and let the oars transfer gently. Just after nine o'clock, Zhouzhuang went to bed early. Is it a habit formed in the Ming and Qing Dynasties when there was no electricity? No noise, no TV, no barking.
Zhouzhuang sleeps on the water. Water is Zhouzhuang's bed. The bed is very soft, and sometimes it will sway slightly twice, which is that Zhouzhuang has changed his posture. Zhouzhuang slept soundly. The boat is a shoe in Zhouzhuang. Most shoes are old and covered with the dust of the years. I kept vigil for Zhouzhuang, and there was a crimson cherry blossom beside the bridge. This flower, like me, is not from Zhouzhuang. I know that Zhouzhuang, which snores, has a strong national flavor.
Suddenly, I smelled a fragrance, which moistened my heart and lungs. Faint and leisurely, filtered by oblique wind and drizzle, pure and moist. This is rape flower. When I came in the morning, pieces of yellow flowers were thickly wrapped around the ancient Zhouzhuang. Seen from a distance, the contrast of colors is so strong. Now this fragrance haunts Zhouzhuang's dream, and that dream must be colorful.
Sitting on the bridge, I looked at Zhouzhuang from a slate, a small tree and a lantern to an old house and a flowing water. When you look at it like this, you will slowly sink in and feel the passage of time. Touch the depths of the water lane, which door opens, and an old man with a pale beard or a slim woman comes out. Was it Shen Wansan or Miss Ah Kin who was left in the building? The night in Zhouzhuang is too easy to make people hallucinate.