What kind of city is Wuxi?

Wuxi, in my childhood impression, is a picturesque place with misty rain, covered bridges with ancient rivers and graceful figures in the vast expanse of misty waves, so I seized the opportunity of going to Shanghai on business and stopped by Wuxi to see the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River and the graceful women here. So when I came to Wuxi, I contacted two friends, A Jin and Ani.

Wuxi, an ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River, lives by water. Written records can be traced back to the end of Shang and Zhou dynasties more than 3000 years ago. Wuxi people in the south of the Yangtze River are of course luxurious, because people living in the north rarely have buildings that live by the water, and even if there are, only a few dignitaries can enjoy them. Wuxi has Taihu Lake as graceful as ink painting, and there are also ancient canals with small bridges and flowing lanes. Even more exciting,

At night, the ancient canal receded the glitz of the day and restored the peace of night and day. Colorful neon lights float on the river, ships pass by, and layers of colorful waves sway on the river like a long ribbon, extending all the way forward.

A gentleman is as light as water, and a woman is Wan Ru Chrysanthemum. Many women have a dream of cheongsam. They want to put on a tailored cheongsam, or brocade or silk fabric, or thick or light color, and then put on a bun or a head of hair, swaying and walking on the bluestone board. The oriental charm between the eyebrows and eyes, combined with the light movements of the lotus footsteps, is irresistible when you raise your hand and smile.

I saw the cheongsam with golden flowers on the blue background, which showed the enchanting charm of people, and also stretched out a leisurely charm, or an eye-catching wine glass, or a faint smile, or a deep meditation. It is clearly a lilac-like woman in Dai Wangshu's works, with her own breathtaking temperament.

Perhaps, at the moment, just to listen to the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the bluestone board, or perhaps just to see the shadow of a ray of light dragging on the posture, the mood is like watching a nostalgic old movie, warm and sad. ...

In the morning, when we arrived at the ancient canal, the layers of blue bricks, green tiles and white walls beside the Shili long embankment were shrouded in drizzle. When smoke flies thousands of miles away, it is as vast as fog.

Cheongsam, perhaps destined to hit it off with Jiangnan women, may be as silent as a rose in the corner, or as bleak and beautiful as a colorful chrysanthemum in the garden.

Feminine Jiangnan woman, with light waist and graceful legs, pale pink cheongsam is simple, quiet and beautiful, ethereal as lotus in water, fresh and colorful, lovely, and the indifferent smile on her mouth is as touching and gentle as ever.

Stop at the misty rain building, record the cornice roof, water wave reflection, raised eaves and hanging tiles of the ancient street with the lens, so that the raindrops converge into a clear stream and fall from the eyes, and everything becomes pure. All this is like the aftertaste of ancient times, and people can't bear to flinch.

The lanterns on the street corner, the red flowers on the white wall, the green shoots, the smiling little woman and her lover passed by, leaving only a silvery laugh.

This shop has some characteristics. It sells the hot vanishing cream many years ago, which is decorated with old American pictorial. There is also an antique phonograph ornament at the door, which is also a phonograph of the years. That is to use that old song to recall the old days, feelings and beauty. A long sigh sounded gently, and a faint sadness spread slowly.

I especially like Gu Xiang's custom-made cheongsam. Her cheongsam is very delicate. Exquisite cheongsam, like lilacs in full bloom, will eventually be taken away by elegant women. Gradually, the city exudes the fragrance of lilacs.