Five-day tour of Suzhou-Hangzhou travel guide

Since ancient times, there has been a paradise under Suzhou and Hangzhou. The true meaning of this sentence is believed to be very clear to everyone. As a person who likes Jiangnan culture, this innate feeling and experience is good. Let's share the five-day tour of Suzhou and Hangzhou. The first day?

it was dusk when I left, and I was quietly picking up my luggage when I left. Clothes are folded one by one and put away. The quilt was taken down from the pole, and the soft sunshine was mixed with the cool afternoon. ?

winter afternoons are as cold as water. ?

when I closed the small lock, my heart suddenly burst into melancholy. Finally, it's time to embark on this long-planned journey. ?

A person harbors this secret, which seems to be a secret, and at the same time, he steals silent joy and secret anxiety. It seems that I am going to do an earth-shattering event. I have been expecting and hesitating many times, and naturally no one knows. ?

The bus is moving slowly, and I can't stop coughing in windy weather. Sickness is the most vulnerable, and I'm going to an unknown place.

When I got carsick and couldn't sit still, I wanted to cry, and tears actually fell when I bowed my head. I was in a trance for a long time and kept asking myself why I was so stubborn. ?

A Ye told me on QQ that Yu Shu, I really envy you, your courage and boldness. If I were you, I would never dare to travel alone. ?

Yes, I don't understand why I am so persistent sometimes. I don't remember how many days I spent in a daze, without goals and plans, just wasting time to pass the time, leaving a blank in my mind. This time, I made up my mind to go out for a walk. I've planned for a long time, but I'm not willing to give up halfway. With books, you have no way out. ?

a backpack, fifty small tranquilizers and a book of poems by Xi Murong. At six o'clock in the evening, Nanchang lights are flowing and the twilight is four. This kind of scenery makes me homesick, but I fall asleep on the train that is getting farther away from home. ? The next day?

It took ten hours to see the sky again after a bumpy night. The sun rose slowly from the train window, reddish. Trees, rivers and rice fields have become more and more clear. ?

The girl in the opposite seat pointed out the window around her boyfriend and said happily that it was snowing, so I cast my eyes out, and sure enough, I saw a piece of sparse white. Looking closely, it is not snow, but a thick layer of frost. The boy chuckled and hung his head to rub the girl's hair. The morning sun shines gently, making people dizzy. ?

adhering to the principle of relying on the police outside, I quickly found a bus to the West Lake. After waving goodbye to the little couple, I began to appreciate the scenery of the city slowly. Hangzhou looks very big, but it is not very different from Nanchang and the city scenery I have seen.

I don't know if it's because of my mood, but I think people living here are a little different. Early in the morning, it was foggy, and I couldn't see the figure three or five meters away. Some people played Tai Chi along the way, go to the opera. This kind of scenery is a bit slower than life in Nanchang. ?

I finally found the broken bridge in the fog, which was rather disappointing. The bridge is an ordinary bridge, without the weak willow in March, and there is no amazing romance when the White Snake met Xu Xian Bridge. ?

Morning Fog in West Lake

In December, there is no "endless lotus leaves" in the West Lake. Everywhere you look, there are boundless rivers and endless white fog, lakes and sky, and there are one or two shallow flying Bai Ou on the misty sky. It's quiet and the air is moist. I gently recited Du Zimei's sentence "flitting, flitting, what am I like, but a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!" to the endless river. The mood brightened up for no reason, and the subtle and ubiquitous meaning suddenly surged into my heart. ?

who can watch the broken bridge and clear the waves? What time is the residual load? Half the river is foggy, and once in the morning, we face each other from afar. Dead branches and slanting willows are not as strong as spring in March, and the west wind and I are both new guests. ?

the sun shines lazily, the waning moon sets in the west, the fog gradually dissipates, and the renovated soil along the roadside rises to give the shadow of the sun. There is still a lot of scenery ahead. ?

keep walking, I said, I want to go there. ? The third day?

Xizha night scene

I was going to get up early to watch the morning fog in Wuzhen, but it rained this morning. The rainy morning came late, and the gloomy sky and the lingering sound of rain made me lose the mood to see the scenery for no reason. ?

The door downstairs is locked. I think the landlord hasn't got up yet. It was a boy with few words, with Shu Lang's smile and extremely delicate mind. When I came, he helped me deliver my luggage to my room. Maybe it was just something that every landlord would do, but I was still touched.

I clumsily looked around, and he laughed at me. When he left, he didn't forget to unplug the key of my room and put it in my hand. He also told me in detail that he would never leave it on the door after opening the door. ?

I nodded hurriedly, knowing, knowing ... I'm not a child, which is a piece of cake for me.

however, when he handed me the key he forgot to pull out again and again, the harmless smile taught me to be really embarrassed. ?

I can't go out, and I have no choice but to see the scenery, so my heart is getting dark with the sound of dripping rain.

simply go back to your room and fetch the poems, and sit on the flower rack swing in the living room and read them quietly. ?

There is no light in the room, and the lonely figure can still be reflected in the dim floor tiles. I don't know when it stopped raining, but the door was brushed and opened from the outside. When I looked up, I saw the extremely happy face of the landlord's sister and the proprietress of another hotel. After saying good morning, she took me to the East Gate. ?

East Gate after the rain

Outside the window, it's an ordinary town. I was surprised at the tall building in the long street: "Didn't you say the ancient town?" How ... "The proprietress was amused by my idea and explained to me that the ancient town is divided into inside and outside the scenic spot. I just understand, but also bound to smile. ?

"water" is the most indispensable and indispensable thing in Jiangnan water town. Where the water is near the water, the twists and turns are all people. ?

I stood under the old buttonwood tree at the entrance, and that's what I saw. The drizzle is still silent underground, arch bridges, ancient trees, and people are all immersed in this water color. The sky was slightly blue, and there were very few people coming and going. I walked happily with my umbrella.

One side of the slate path is a quiet flowing river, and the other side is a mossy tile house. At this time, most people's doors are closed, shops have not yet opened, and residents are still asleep.

I can see a little bit of people after jumping over a few potholed green flagstones. I followed the smoke curled up in the rain and found out that it was an early shop. Wooden door stall, filled with all kinds of cakes, rice brown, fragrant with hot air.

There is a small stove on the step outside the door, and the pot is cooked or half-cooked zongzi and dark brown tea eggs. Plumes of smoke floated out of the pot and far away, lingering in the world under the umbrella for a long time. ?

wuzhen east gate

after a few steps, I saw another bridge, still a curved stone arch bridge, step by step. This time I stepped up the stairs, and the gurgling water stepped on my feet.

I watched the water drops on the bridge drop into the river, knocking out a circle of spray. The fallen petal is independent, and the micro-swift flies together. I think of Yan Jidao's poems for no reason, but I am very responsive to the situation. ?

the wind is calm and the rain is clear, and the thick rain like a cow hair needle is hidden in the wooden window of the old house. The wooden window creaked open, and people were busy in the past, or sweeping the floor or wiping the table or shaking the tablecloth.

the windowsill is also swaying slowly, and the shadow is resting in the water, trembling. Then a boat came across, swam across the window sill and swam across bridge opening. This quiet, which seems to wake up but not wake up, is finally broken in the splash of Artemisia sinensis. ?

So the rainy day suddenly became noisy and the water town began to stretch. The umbrella curtains were squeezed, and the apologetic face fell into the eyes of tolerance and goodwill.

wooden doors are moving away, moving away. The guide wearing a little yellow hat led a group of people to come in a hurry and then hurried away. The pub was buzzing with people. The booth was crowded with tourists, each holding a beautiful box of "aunt cakes"?

The old muddy lanes seem endless. After a few more turns, I passed a few wet curtains and saw a brand name "Tea Lane" that was somewhat literary and simple. I took a detailed picture because I loved its particularity ...?

when I left, I didn't give up in my heart, but my thoughts were still in the misty morning, full of joy at seeing the beautiful scenery. The rain finally stopped, and when I first saw the sunshine, my eyes were gorgeous for a moment. Take down your umbrella, and the sound of flute looms in the distance ...?

in Jiangnan. Ancient town, misty rain, plain umbrella, etc. ?

the fourth day of morning rain in dongzha?

I'll wait for you in Xitang, regardless of the age. ?

As time goes by, I'll wait for you in Xitang.

A long time ago, I read the travel notes of Xitang written by a slightly sour curl. The length is not long, but it is full of the smell of quiet years. At first, the name Xitang left a glimpse. Later, when I was old, this sentence deeply rooted Xitang in my heart. It was Xitang that I mentioned the ancient town for countless times. ?

this station is the terminal of the whole journey, and it is also the most anticipated and real destination. ?

after the rain in wuzhen, the temperature dropped sharply, and the whole country seemed to enter winter. In fact, it is also a winter scene-cold and depressed, and Jiangnan in December is no longer Jiangnan. It seems that every departure is related to dusk and coldness.

If you want to come to a person's trip, there will always be a little regret. When you start, you will be determined. When you meet by chance, you can also make a toast. However, farewell will be particularly lonely, full of freedom and astringency.

I seem to have been to this small town, but no one witnessed all the joys and sorrows, and I didn't leave a few words. Some were just memories of Nanke's dream, which I would chew repeatedly in my spare time. ?

I left Wuzhen at dusk and arrived in Xitang at the same cold dusk. In fact, it is not the first time to get off the train alone, but every time, like the first time, there is always a moment of confusion and helplessness after getting off the train.

It's windy around the station, and armed to the teeth is not enough to resist the cold. I thought for half an hour in the cold wind that most of the tourists who came to Jiashan would be tourists who admired Xitang, so I followed the biggest crowd with the tide.

it turns out that my calculation is not wrong, but I was still blindsided before getting on the bus-I came in a hurry and didn't have any change. Presumably it was fate. Before I had time to think about what to do, I saw a kind-looking young mother holding a pile of small bills, so I went to her like a savior.

she was as kind as I thought, and she solved my urgent need without saying anything. ?

I thought that the upcoming journey was similar to Wuzhen, and finally the journey became unusual because of a small unexpected event of changing money.

While waiting for the bus, my young mother talked to me and asked me where I came from. My naturally alert character deliberately made the location vague, saying only that it was in Jiangxi, which was far from here.

She didn't ask questions. She was very surprised to learn that I came from other provinces alone. She kept praising me, and decided to take my whole family with me on this journey, so my solo trip became a five-person trip. ?

The young mother is a gentle person who goes out with her mother with her little daughter and niece.

Two pink and tender little girls wore the same pink and tender bear clothes, which I liked, so I squatted down to tease them and asked them questions. My little niece was a little shy and kept quiet.

Another little girl with an oval face is smart and lively. She answers that her name is Ah Mei, and she is 11 years old. She also answers for her little niece that her name is Youyou, and she is the same age.

at first, my young mother called me little sister, and later she called me little sister like ah mui. So the whole family called me little sister, and I felt a great responsibility in an instant. ?

When I got off the bus, the boss came to pick up the bus. My young mother didn't book a hotel, so she went to the same place with me. When I arrived at the hotel, I just wanted to wash away my dusty body early, so I took the key to my room and found that it was the same as the pictures on the Internet. The dark blue cartoon room looked warm and comfortable.

ah mui knocked at the door and came up with a leisurely visit. The first thing she said when she opened the door was: Little Sister, your room is beautiful. I was suddenly satisfied. ?

Hotel

I went out to hang out with my young mother and her whole family at night. Rather than letting me lead them, I got a little bit of valuable excitement from them. There is still a long way to stay from the scenic spot. With the map given by the boss, we crossed the narrow river and entered the Xitang scenic spot with great excitement.

the night is quiet, and the sky turns from blue to dark. Roughly because it has not yet entered the center of the scenic spot, this piece of heaven and earth is isolated from the world and there are few people coming and going. It takes a long way to see the dim light shining alone, and the door of the zigzag tile house is locked and dark. ?

We passed several bridges and saw more lanterns hanging on the verandah, and we saw some pedestrians in the distance. I went forward to ask a grandmother who looked like a local, but I couldn't understand the local dialect. Fortunately, the grandmother took us to find the way herself.

Go back and forth around the winding promenade, and the wind blows from time to time on the water surface of the promenade, and the cold silk seeps into the bone marrow. The scenery caught people's hearts, and when I looked back, a group of people had changed from the noise at the beginning to silence. I don't know how long it took, but grandma said it and motioned for us to cross the bridge in front of us.

Say goodbye to grandma, and we'll cross the bridge. The sound of singing and dancing in front of me was looming, and after a short walk, there was a sudden sense of sudden change, and all kinds of sound waves swept in, with colorful lights everywhere.

I knew something about the bar street when I searched for information on the Internet, and only when I was really in the bustle can I get a real experience. This is a place full of emotions, where lively frolicking or lonely sadness all bloom.

The festive red lanterns along the street were hung high in series. I turned on my mobile phone and took pictures while walking. Ah Mui and Youyou jumped at the front happily.

The bars on both sides flashed from my lens again and again, or the drums and various musical instruments exploded in the audience, or the quiet and hoarse singing accompanied by the guitar. Just standing outside the door for a short time, I felt lonely. Don't wait for the meaning of sorrow to overflow, and then leave in a hurry. ?

East Street should be the quietest street. At night, waves of chill hit, and the river was blown by the wind. Suddenly, when the lights were far and near, I saw someone selling river lanterns on the shore, and they rose. I picked a small blue paper lamp.

a light yellow base and a thin candle in a lotus-shaped lamp are still simple in workmanship, but they are very beautiful on the water. The young mother bought two lamps for Ah Mui and Youyou and put them into the water. After lighting the candles, they naturally made a wish.

so I thought about what I wanted, and suddenly I was at a loss. If you want to say your wish in these years, it is nothing more than that everything goes well. As for how to calculate the satisfactory method, there is no way to know.

River lanterns are lit one by one in the water, and the light and shadow are swaying quietly on the water, bearing floating and heavy wishes, either beautiful or full of expectations, or some, wanting nothing, in the splash of lights, I don't know where to go ...?

I came across a small shop at the corner of Coffee Street. The name of the shop comes from Mu Xin's poem, which used to be slow. In the flower basin painting, a sign in the shape of a cloud is hung obliquely, which is also a slow poem in the past. Only one person can be loved in a lifetime.

Maybe it's someone who doesn't have deep feelings. Reading this sentence alone only feels dull. I've always been worried about the first half: the sun changed slowly in the past/cars, horses and mail were slow-I only loved one person in my life.

I think of Mu Xin's other poems, and there is a sentence: I don't need to be called where there are so many flowers in the fire tree. If you want to meet each other, I am at the intersection of various joys and sorrows. Shuttle back and forth in the crowd, lights intertwined, flowers blooming.