Walking into the alley prose of the ancient town in summer

In midsummer, the drizzle entered the green ancient town of Jiangnan. The soft and warm wind carried me forward. Walking into the towering archway, the alley of the ancient town is in front of you. The drizzling alley, the thousand-year-old profundity, the glittering and translucent drizzle, blend into slate, ancient houses, cornices, wooden windows, ancient bridges, flowing water ... what a pure and quiet ink painting.

I always like to trudge alone, always like to walk in the alleys of ancient towns, listen to the tinkling rain on umbrellas, and explore distant historical sites along the street corners. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, leather shoes are ringing on the watery stone road, like guzheng, and melodious melodies come and go down an alley.

The ancient houses with blue bricks and green tiles, wooden doors and mottled wooden windows are holding the conjoined harmony, just like clear water flowing leisurely. Yu Xia seems particularly fond of visiting stone alleys and peeping at the white walls on both sides in the drizzle, just like an unfathomable door, welcoming me as a tourist from afar. The wet slate road is a clean, simple, quiet and poetic soul flowing in the alley.

In the afternoon, the rain stopped in the alley of the ancient town, and a rainbow crossed the sky in a colorful arc, standing proudly above the Gu Xiang in the town. I don't need to point fingers. I smell the ancient rhyme and breath of Tang, Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties in the air. The inn with red lanterns hanging high has interpreted a long history of commerce and trade, and every signboard is telling an old story.

Forward, I saw the blue slate in the deep alley, the ancient vicissitudes, playing the records of an era, polished in the footsteps of the century, and different stripes like an open mouth, telling a story of a thousand years. There used to be street fighting with broken hoofs here. This used to be the place where Qi Jiguang, a general of the Ming Dynasty, fought against the bloody clothes of the enemy. The fork in the alley and the bridge head still echoed with the sound of hooves and the hiss of iron swords, and the hero statue on the other side of the bridge, with wisps of glory, seemed to be commanding thousands of troops. As I approached, drums sounded in my ears, as if I was playing a chase. Walking in the alleys of the ancient town, I feel patriotic justice, and my heart is also dyed stronger and stronger.

A small town surrounded by a bay of clear water is the most beautiful feature of the ancient town in Jiangnan. They are like immortal prose art, they are inseparable everywhere, just like a woman wearing a cheongsam with a paper umbrella in her hand. Even if she changes places, her figure remains the same. Alleys are unique and can accommodate many historical sites and the body temperature of life. In warm memories, Snail Girl, Horseshoe, Walking Meat, Hong Ling, etc., one folklore after another is told in the alleys of the south of the Yangtze River. Long memories flow from the alleys of the ancient town. In this way, the quaint blue slate quietly sings the moving cultural charm, quietly embedded in the alley, extending to the shining humanistic scenery of the ancient town.

Another feature of the ancient town is the bridge connected with the alley, connecting this shore and the other shore, and connecting the unforgettable years of the past and the present. Every bridge is like a bluestone in an alley, and it has its own history and story. The handrail of the stone bridge has been polished and smooth, sliding the vicissitudes of life and witnessing the flash of the world. Stone bridge not only carries the hurried footsteps of tourists, but also carries the hopes of generations of small town people.

The alley extending from the ancient town to the river is a post station. Fishing boats from all directions are moored in a quiet river bend. The osprey cooed, sang the joy of harvest with its wings spread out, and flaunted its wings on the deck of the ship. Relax your tired body or wait for a new beginning? The oldest fisherman went to the restaurant by the river and sat down. He added a dish of spiced beans and a pot of pig ears, as well as a pot of rice wine from the ancient town. Then drink slowly until there is a strong ancient fragrance, and my heart becomes crisp and slightly drunk. Then he had a good night's sleep on the planking, saving his strength and waiting for the Osprey to sail again tomorrow morning.

The ancient pagoda in the town is a record of general history and a poem recited in the town. There was a poet's footprint in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and there was a painter Mo Yun in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The bell of the ancient pagoda conveys the distant history of the town, just like an old man reading vicissitudes of life. The beautiful tower monument is engraved with the heavy culture and history of the town. This ancient pagoda is wonderful because of legend. This ancient pagoda has been renovated for a long time.

The alleys of the ancient town are the habitat of Jiangnan culture. There is a completely different accent in the stream of people in ancient towns and alleys. I saw archaeologists, painters, photographers, and students from art colleges, holding cameras and carrying sketchpads, choosing angles in a dusty way. They came from afar, using Jiangnan town as a base for research and creation, and enriching their journey with beautiful hearts. In addition, such as Zhouzhuang, Wuzhen, Dangkou, Tongli, Zhujiajiao and towns along the Yangtze River estuary. ...

Walking in the picturesque alleys in summer and under the promenade by the river, you can see the fashion of lotus flowers. Lotus leaves are spread on the pond like umbrellas, and the swaying leaves on the pond are mostly like dancers' skirts. Holding red flowers, they met in the deep rhythm of Fugui Bridge. Nestled in front of the summer window, daydreaming, seasonal wind chimes slowly shaking the summer petals, fragrant and leisurely. Dragonflies and butterflies, I do not know when to come, jump in the stamens, full of thousands of years of acacia. Through the delicate eyebrows, I heard cicadas singing in the old tree by the bridge, singing summer songs. It turns out that the poems in the ancient alley are so touching!

The alleys of the ancient town at night, such as colorful rhymes, the lights of the alleys and the red lanterns set each other off, dressed in red, swimming with the stars in the sky. Snack bars on both sides of the alley, as well as various local products, shook the sleepy customers and realized the little happiness in the journey.

The night melted in my shadow, and a wisp of Xia Feng swept through the alley, and my nose seemed to smell the flowers such as roses, cloves, gardenias, violets and morning glory. On the ancient stage deep in the alley, "Tang Bohu Points Autumn Fragrance" is being staged. A song about the love of flowers spread deep in the alley on this summer night, which made my heart so intoxicated.

Ah! In the ancient towns and alleys at night, there is no noise of city streets, and some are quiet and quaint sounds. Walking slowly, with the footsteps flowing away, gently, just like chewing the long history of the ancient town with the green slate. It's late at night, and insects are hypnotizing, but I don't want to get out of the lush dreams that are entangled in this ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. ...