One sentence at the end of the trip

A word of reflection at the end of the trip_Travel Thoughts

The baptism of the soul. When I was sitting on the bus returning to Xuzhou from Wuxi, I had already begun to miss the beauty of Jiangnan. When I looked at these 5 When the photos of us were recorded in the sky, all the feelings came to my heart at once. The beauty of Jiangnan cannot be recorded with photos. It gives people a feeling that you must step on its land to experience it quietly. . Those intoxicating natural landscapes and those cultural landscapes full of cultural heritage all cleanse my soul. In front of the miraculous craftsmanship of nature, people are really insignificant. In front of those monuments that have been washed by history, I feel like I am with A dialogue between wise ancients... Wuzhen, this is the place I yearn for in my dreams, and the film "In Time" evokes endless emotions in me.

Standing on the quaint little bridge, watching the boat slowly move forward as the boatman paddles, the fresh green willow silk hangs low to the water, and the black-green roof, white horse head wall and red lantern They complement each other into an oil painting of a Jiangnan water town. All the worries in the heart will disappear with the wind, and the comfort and tranquility will make people forget to leave. Most of the people living in Wuzhen are old people, and their food, clothing, housing and transportation are simple and primitive. While young people fly to the city like birds, the old people devoutly stick to the simplicity of Wuzhen. They walked back and forth on the stone slab in front of their house, their movements calm and tireless. The muscles and bones of the stone slab were shining brightly, and people and things had long been kneaded into one. The old wooden frame building has an old man with a weathered face sitting next to the door. The building is about to collapse, as if it is vaguely supported by the old people and they are reluctant to leave. In this way, Xiaocheng and the old man echoed each other, ignoring the invasion of reincarnation and supporting everything with the last strength of life. Even Xiaocheng persisted quietly. So here I always see the old man taking a nap by the door with a fan shaking in and out; the old man guarding the tin dustpan and bamboo broom in the grocery store; staring at the orchids and homespun cloth in the yard in a daze, letting go Old people who are unsuspecting when tourists come in and wander around; old people who open the door, reeling and peeling cocoons and chatting about household matters, and are arrogant except for the time they have on their hands; old people who are busy making silver jewelry behind the simple glass counter... Wuzhen made me misunderstand. I thought it was a town just for the elderly. Teenagers, young people, and middle-aged tourists come and go incessantly, and the old people seem to stay here specially to show the ruthlessness of history and their calmness. In Wuzhen, you can stride forward and feel the joy of leaping across time and space, or step slowly and feel the panic of sinking into ancient times. Looking up through the sky above the turret, you will wonder if this is still the time and space where I was born and present. The moment you lower your head and step on the stone slab, it seems to take you back to that rich history. Wuzhen gives people more feelings and enlightenment. It is different from the mountains that make people feel lonely, and it is also different from the water that makes people feel distant. Rather, it allows you to truly rest peacefully in a certain flavor of life. I think back on how quiet, simple and comfortable Wuzhen must have been in those days. The secluded deep house courtyards and the open small windows facing the water once conveyed the feelings of many talented people and beautiful women. All the years and stories were there quietly. It was lifted up and put down in the quiet water pavilion, leaving only traces of the years between the window lattice and stone pillars of the Zhenshui family. In this way, the broad culture of the water town spread to the outside world with the flowing water, but it spread all over China from the Zhenshui family. , spread to the world. Time is like a horse, passing by in an instant. The five short days ended quickly. I finally understand why so many people are keen on traveling. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, go visit the Mingchuan Mountains, breathe in the fresh, free air, let your soul be cleansed, wash away all kinds of fatigue in your heart, and get temporary relaxation. In nature, you will be shocked and conquered by the wonders, and you will feel that you are very small and that your setbacks are no big deal. Those dangerous scenes and strange situations are waiting for your challenge. When you cross the hurdles in nature, you will experience more beautiful scenery, and at the same time, your state of mind will also improve.

Zhang Qingshan