Fall in love with a city

We have to admit that sometimes we fall in love with a city because of a person, a relationship, or a story. It's just that our emotions always seem to be confused at that time, and more often, what we need is stimulation, such as breakup, farewell, and life and death. Such twists and turns catalyzed our lovesickness and sensibility, so we fell in love with a city. The funny thing is, there are always some people who hate a city, but I think they should have loved it after all, even if it was only once.

It is said that Wuzhen is a black Wuzhen because the background color of Wuzhen is black. The light ink color makes Wuzhen look particularly primitive. Wuzhen is like an old man who has been standing, sitting or squatting for thousands of years. He is mature and solemn, and of course also very vicissitudes and simplicity. A piece of coarse cloth has been worn for 3,000 years, a pair of gray trousers has been worn for 3,000 years, and a brown quilt has been worn for 3,000 years. 3000 years of no heavy makeup, 3000 years of no ostentation, 3000 years of a true nature. However, it is these 3,000-year-old unchanging colors and qualities that perfect Wuzhen and make Wuzhen famous at home and abroad with a silent power that moisturizes things.

Many people describe Wuzhen as a "town on the water." If you imagine it, it looks like a little girl sitting in the middle of the water, playing the pipa, waiting for the sunset, and feeling a lot of lovesickness. , How much hesitation, how much stubbornness. I always thought that she was the "Venice" of China, at least in my imagination, that's how she was. Although I always saw everything about Venice from the photos my uncle sent back and the all-powerful Baidu.

As for Wuzhen, before I went there, I thought no matter how much I liked it, it could only be called "unrequited love". Yes, I have been unrequitedly in love with her for 10 years. That year, I was 13 years old; that year, that summer, the TV series "Reminiscences of Lost Time" starring Liu Rene and Huang Lei was performed on the Central Television Set's noon TV theater; that year, I fell in love with Liu Rene and was loved by everyone The woman called "milk tea"; that year, I fell in love with a water town in the south of the Yangtze River called Wuzhen. From that time on, I wanted to grow up quickly, then pick up a backpack and wander around alone, traveling to all parts of the motherland. At that time, I decided that Wuzhen was my first stop.

Many people asked me why. Ten years later, I found the answer. I would like to say to those who ask me why, if you want to know, it is better to go there for yourself. Love or not love, no one else can control the freedom of the heart.

When I got on the bus from Jiaqing to Tongxiang, my heart was so excited that I couldn’t hold it back. If you investigate carefully, you will always find that there are four types of people in the same car: drivers, tourists, seniors, and scalpers.

The older grandfather said that young people always like the outside world more, and the home depends on them, the elderly. But with me, I am always envious, even jealous, of spending time together like this. Grandpa also said that if I were born here, I would always disappear, how much I would like it. However, I want to say that I feel like I have known each other in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River in my previous life. So, I finally came back here.

I looked at these elderly people. Their tranquility was the wisdom filtered by the years. This is how the tranquility of the years should be.

After less than an hour's drive, when the door plaque with the word Wuzhen came into my eyes, my heart was surprisingly quiet. At one glance, I fell into a passionate love for her, and my emotions skyrocketed. It turns out that even the rain here is gentle.

The shops on both sides of East Street are crowded with pedestrians. The adjacent houses are of two floors, with wooden doors and panel windows. Many tourists will feel that the tourism value of Wuzhen is not as good as they expected when they recall it, and the reason is always too commercialized. In fact, in the atmosphere of commercialization, no one can escape commercialization, but the meaning of its existence is always different. There are always some histories and cultures that need commercial means to be passed on.

I think people who like it will always come with a sense of happiness, and people who are curious will definitely get satisfactory answers. The bridges, stilted buildings and bowls of mushroom wontons are the best answer.

Walking on the bluestone road, passing by rows of stilted buildings, a variety of accessories and snacks bewildered my eyes and tempted my mouth. The small book bars of different styles in different B&Bs attracted my attention the most. When I pushed the door and walked in, the wind chime rang gently, and the boss would always smile politely to express welcome. At that time, I would jokingly say: "Boss, I am not a passerby, I am a returnee." The boss would humorously say: "Then stay here and help me make coffee." Suddenly, I understood why There are so many people, so many people who are obsessed with this place. Falling in love with a city is not necessarily because there is a beloved person in the city. I agree with the mantra of my little friend Yang Jinli, those who are not obtained are always in turmoil, and those who are favored are always confident. Falling in love with a city, who can say that such a reason is too absurd.

Among the Italian fancy coffees, I prefer mocha the most. I kindly borrowed the boss's coffee machine to make two cups of mocha. I drank one cup myself and watched the other cup slowly cool down. The coffee cup on blue dyed cloth is the foothold of my love. The boss asked curiously: "Are you waiting for a friend? The coffee will not taste good if it gets cold if you don't come." I just smiled and said nothing.

When the cup of coffee I brewed for this ancient town had cooled completely, I stood up and left, continuing to wander. Through the window, I smiled and said to the boss: "I cooked that cup of mocha for this ancient town.

But next time, I will definitely not be alone again. ”

The rain fell harder and harder, moistening my heart, and my heart fell into love. When I was growing up, I didn’t have much preference for red. I think it came from my mother. Too much. My mother said that red was too tacky, and she said that I looked bad in red. When I was young, I kept everything red outside my favorite clothes. While sitting in the big sedan chair waiting for the click of the photographer's shutter, the girl's heart was full of emotions, because a pair of people are born in a lifetime; because the red phoenix crown and harem gave girls the unusual joy that they did not have when they were children. I was resisted by the shadow. I didn’t like red, so I happily ran to it. I wonder if it’s raining there too?

The night scene here is so beautiful. I ignored the rain that was getting heavier and heavier. The ancient shops on both sides of the river gathered together to light up the lights when the evening came. The bowl of mushroom wontons and the homemade Tongxiang spicy sauce made me reluctant to take them away. I was full. My grandma said that this spicy sauce could not be bought outside. I didn’t believe it at all, so when I left Wuzhen on the third day, I felt like my intestines were turning green because it was impossible to buy it outside. Arrived.

In the Lost Time bar, Matthew Lane's "Bressanone" is playing on a loop. This is one of my favorite classics, making this bar street. The ancient town with a strong sense of history has brought fashion trends. I am more convinced that there is always some history that needs to be passed down by business.

I like everything with water, bridges and a sense of history. The most unique local B&B, the bed is a historical carved bed, and the style is also consistent with the southern style. There is a tea set on the coffee table by the window next to the river. It is a unique purple clay teapot in the south. I can only say that it is cheap. The price depends on the delicateness of people's hearts.

A person is leisurely, leaning against the window with a cup of tea. The river is sleeping quietly, the awning boat is resting aside, and the uncles are waiting. I was eating tea on the river bank and chatting about the day's experiences.

I was on the other side of the river, watching everything in this life that was not mine. However, I deeply liked and even loved this place. Everything.

I really want to say that I am not a passerby, I am a returnee.