benevolent Leshan, wise people enjoy water, but I prefer ancient towns. Bridges, flowing water, people's homes, ancient streets, bluestone roads, wood-carved doors and windows, eaves, gorgon cakes and glutinous rice balls all involve my heart. There are countless towns in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, among which six are the most famous. Zhouzhuang is the fourth one I visited after Xitang, Wuzhen and Nanxun.

every time I travel and sit on the bus, there is always a voice in my heart singing the song of Zhang San: "I will take you everywhere to fly and see it all over the world. Although I don't have gorgeous clothes, my heart is full of hope." My heart has already flown to its destination. The so-called travel is to escape from one city to another. Although it can make people forget some troubles temporarily, they will eventually return to the familiar and inescapable reality.

I'm thinking about going to an ancient town like Zhouzhuang. How can there be no rain? It's really raining as I wish. It's the kind of light rain that I want to rest, just like my wet mood at the moment. The whole town was shrouded in a misty rain fog, and the rain was like smoke, holding up a plaid umbrella and imagining that she was the girl with lilac-like sadness. Walking on the bluestone road, the road has experienced many years of vicissitudes, and it has long been slippery and has to be careful. I passed by the town, but my footsteps could not wake up the sleeping ancient town. Clear water flows along the ancient town, and the double bridge is like a key hanging at the waist. The bridge is mottled, showing vicissitudes and ancient rhyme. Standing on the bridge to see the scenery, but I don't know that I am also the scenery in the eyes of others. Walking through the small towns, touching the gray walls, stroking the carved wooden doors and windows, looking up at the cornices on my daughter's walls and sighing about the loss of these ancient crafts, where can I find such a skilled craftsman now? Although it is raining, tourists are still weaving, people are holding all kinds of lightweight folding umbrellas, but I am eager to find the oil-paper umbrella in my memory, even if there is only one handle! Boat, carrying tourists, is like a flowing ink painting on rice paper.

In those days, wealthy families were able to sail boats into their own ponds. Because of Shen Wanshan, a former rich man, the town is full of low-key luxury, so you can imagine the prosperity of that year. Sending a letter to myself a year later in an inn that runs a slow delivery business is a bit like what Bobby Chen once did: pre-selling tickets for the concert a year later to couples, stipulating that they must both come to see it at that time. On the day of the concert, there were many empty seats. Looking at the empty seats, Bobby Chen sang a song "Leave Sadness to Yourself" ...

There were endless crowds and endless noises. At this time, Zhouzhuang received every visitor gracefully, still classical, but already unable to be shy. My pen and ink can't write the ancient rhyme of Zhouzhuang, but now, if you want to find the aftertaste of Jiangnan ancient town in Tang poetry and Song poetry in this troubled world, Zhouzhuang is the only one!

I came in a hurry and left in a hurry, but I couldn't take away the grass and trees, a boat and a bridge in Zhouzhuang. All I took away were the air-dried poems of Tang and Song Dynasties in my memory and the raindrops on my umbrella.