Strolling along Pingjiang Road: I fell in love with a city because of a road.

Because a road falls in love with a city. Pingjiang Road is such a road.

Pingjiang Road is a historic old street in Suzhou and a path along the river. Up to now, it still retains the historical pattern of "land and water are parallel and rivers and streets are adjacent". On one side of the road is an old house with walls, with blue bricks and white tiles, and on the other side is Ping He Jiang, with small bridges and flowing stone dikes.

Not long ago, I stayed in Suzhou for a week and went to Pingjiang Road several times. The first time was dusk, and the lights on Pingjiang Road were bright and flickering, and old vines, small bridges, old stone dikes and deep houses were far away. Everything seems so quiet and dreamy. The third time was to visit Sai Jinhua, the home of scholars in those days, and now it has become an ordinary home.

I went to Pingjiang Road for the second time in one morning. At ten o'clock, all the shops on Pingjiang Road were still closed, and the streets were deserted and lonely. Qingshiban Road, wooden lattice flower windows and partition fans have faded their showy colors after time polishing and erosion by wind and frost, showing an ancient appearance, giving people the illusion of being in ancient times. Occasionally, three or two pedestrians walk in the deep alley in the distance, as if from ancient times, and they are heading for the depths of time and space.

1 1 Around half past ten, Pingjiang Road is already crowded with tourists. Pingjiang Road, which was deserted just now, suddenly became active. It's like people used to hide in the left and right alleys, just waiting for orders and rushing together.

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At Pingjiang Road, I was attracted by a shop sign called Walking. A bicycle tire and several gears form a creative pattern of a clock. There are two big characters-"Walking" and a line of small characters-"Walking on Pingjiang Road and Crossing Suzhou's Old Time and Space".

Through the glass wall, the first thing you can see is the structure of the tire at the door-a bicycle without front wheel and faucet. Time has already stripped off its coat, and I can't find a handwriting on my body. I walked into the store and studied it carefully for a long time, only to find that there was a somewhat vague phoenix pattern on the seat.

I saw an old-fashioned Xihu sewing machine at home. Although it has been baptized for half a century, its appearance is still very good. Looking at it, I seem to see my mother sitting in front of the sewing machine; I also seem to see myself and my sister sitting around my mother, busy sorting pants, locking buttonholes, nailing buttons, and even my younger brother joining in. Decades have passed, as if it was a lifetime ago.

An old-fashioned phonograph model of old Shanghai, a big brass horn, sits quietly on a small wooden box. Looking at this old-fashioned phonograph, it seems that the melody of "Night in Shanghai" sounded in my ear. In an instant, neon lights flashed and dancing sleeves fluttered, which was actually the paramount gate of old Shanghai.

In the south compartment, I saw a well-preserved old loom. The warp of the white silk thread on the loom has been laid, but where is the weaver? What about Mulan who chatters and knits all day? Did she get off the loom and join the army instead of her father "Wan Li went to Ji Jun"? No, no, what about the clever "I don't know who the daughter is"? Did she get off the loom to get scissors to cut cloth and persuade her husband who wanted to go out to study to give up halfway?

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At home, looking at those old things, I don't know what the world is for a while.

03

Walking into the concept bookstore of cat's sky city, I was immediately surrounded by a very petty bourgeoisie feeling.

The decoration here is elegant and leisurely. Find a seat, order a cup of milk tea with stockings and hold a roll of books. Unconsciously, the cat spent an afternoon.

The warm afternoon sun shines through the lattice window of the library. On the bookshelf, desk, scroll, and the little girl's delicate face, there are warm and soft yellow lights. A room full of warmth and calm, calm and leisure.

The treasure of Maokong Town Store-a big fat black cat is also lazily sleeping on its recliner in the corner-a soft sofa chair, which is very enjoyable and very petty!

This place is suitable for reading. A quiet and peaceful environment allows you to wander around ancient books and make friends with the ancients.

This is a good place to think. You can think about things you don't have time to think about or people you can't think of at the moment. No one will bother you and no one will pursue you.

This place is more suitable for venting yourself. You can think nothing, do nothing, and just stay quietly. Put aside all worldly things for a while, relax yourself and let your mind settle down.

If you like, you can also learn from your younger child and play his patented game "Teleport to the Future". Choose an interesting postcard, write your heart and send it to her (him) or yourself. When you want the other party to receive it, put the postcard in the box marked with the date on the postcard wall-estimate the itinerary a few days in advance and the clerk will mail it for you on the same day.

I really chose two postcards for myself at No.25 Pingjiang Road-Maokong Head Office.

A new design is a cat with such a paragraph: "Sometimes you have actually worked hard, but the final result is still a fart!" " "

Yes, our efforts are not always rewarded accordingly. I wrote this to myself: "But, ah, we still have to bite our teeth and swallow with tears, then gently wipe the blood from the corners of our mouths, bravely raise our heads and continue to struggle." What if it comes true? "I casually put it in a box on the postcard wall.

Another one was written by me: "Aileen said,' Life is a gorgeous robe covered with fleas.' So don't pursue perfection too much, learn to let go, maybe it is a bright moon! "

Looking at the contents on the back of two postcards, I feel exhausted. How did you suddenly join the WTO and become a Confucian? If we are more Buddhist, can't we talk about life with Su Zizhan calmly?

04

I want to visit every shop on Pingjiang Road. They spread in an antique way, and they all have a nice and even poetic name.

Pingqiao has nothing to do with wine.

Molly's house doesn't sell tea either. The lobby is foreign trade clothing, and a rattan carving hanger in the store is impressive. There is a small teahouse in the back, which is said to be a place where the host will have friends with tea, and it is not allowed to visit and take pictures.

There is a couplet at the entrance of Taohuayuan, and on the right is "What is this world? I wonder if there are any Han people, no matter Wei and Jin Dynasties"; On the left is "Help yesterday to be drunk, or fear to be a song, and don't mind the fleeting time". You can't guess what this is, can you? There is a note next to the name of the store: "Smell the fragrance in the dream and find the taste." No wonder "Taoyuan is nowhere to be found", but it moved to Pingjiang Road.

In Fuxi Hall, drinking tea, listening to the piano and enjoying Kunqu Opera are incredibly elegant. Or, it is also a good choice to register a marijuana ball in Hong and have a pingtan. Or, have a cup of tea in Pingjiang Garden, and feel the Zen in tea and the fragrance of tea in Zen in quiet, quiet and cozy.

Do you still remember that the descendants of the Flower Arrangement Palace have no shortage of flowers? He ran to Pingjiang Road and started the business of dried flower crafts.

What visit, nostalgia, Peach Blossom House, you only have to go in and have a look for yourself, so you won't be deceived by its name. By the way, don't miss the cat on the corner, the sunshine in the alley, and the surprise when you enter the store.

One of my favorite shops is called Listening to Wu Ge. It should be the Qipao personal tailor Club. I like it because I think the name of the store is creative, and it is just right to use Wu Ge as a metaphor for cheongsam. Does Wu Ge's gracefulness, gentleness, femininity and elegance not conform to the temperament of cheongsam? It's a pity that people have changed their name now, and it's called Wu Sewing Tianyi. Tell people that his family is in a hurry to sell clothes? What's the hurry?

05

Walking, I was attracted by a poetic name-Lilac Lane-and I remembered the poet's poem in Rain Lane:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

I also wanted to visit Lilac Girl with sadness and resentment, so I went into Lilac Lane.

The alley is long and narrow, quiet and serene. The white walls repaired on both sides are mottled again, and the wooden lattice flower windows are covered or opened. Yellow vines hang freely in front of the window, just waiting for the call of spring breeze. They always wear green clothes. Call friends and friends, and cover these flower window fences in droves to protect the tranquility of Wumen people in the depths of downtown.

I walk in silence ...

However, I didn't meet Lilac Girl after all. Probably because of the sunny weather, Lilac Girl refused my date. Moreover, according to textual research, the rain lane in Mr. Wang Shu's poems is actually not the lilac lane on Pingjiang Road in Gusu.

In the deep alley, Wu Ge's soft voice came from time to time.

I couldn't find Lilac Girl, so I retreated to look for the big Lilac tree named Lilac Lane.

I searched deep in the alley and passed a middle-aged man who was working on a motorcycle under the eaves. I asked him, and he said he didn't know. He turned to the flower window and asked him if he knew. One of the women also said she didn't know. I didn't stop. I kept looking.

In a deep alley, I met a fairy-like mother-in-law, who also said she didn't know, and asked me to look in the alley. In the alley, in the warm sunshine, a beautiful picture appeared in front of my eyes. "When drunk, Wu Yin is charming. Who has white hair?" I can't bear to disturb their peace and walk away quietly.

It suddenly occurred to me that "there is a big lilac tree in the alley, hence its name", but I ignored the word "biography" and recognized the truth, so I turned back to the shore.

There are many narrow streets and lanes vertically connected with Pingjiang Road, besides Lilac Lane, there are Hangqiao Lane, Zhongzhangjia Lane, Daru Lane, Huxiangshi Lane, Zhuchang Lane, etc ... Each lane has its own former residence of celebrities, historical anecdotes and beautiful legends.

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"Jun to gusu, the somebody else do pillow river. There are few leisure places in the ancient palace, and there are many small bridges in the water port (one lane). "

On the west side of Pingjiang, many old houses are built by the river, most of which are white walls adjacent to the water surface, and some are separated from others by a blue brick or bluestone path. These old houses have been weathered by the years and witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

A grid of blue brick walls, eaves staggered, towering into the sky. The flower window of the wooden fence is brown, black or chestnut, which is in harmony with the white wall. The white walls are mottled, revealing brick seams of different shades from time to time. The withered vines of climbing grass cling to the wall, and occasionally a few grasses stretch out a touch of new green from the gap, so the yellow and green sway in the wind together, as if complaining.

Looking across the river, especially when lanterns are on, those old houses that have lost their luster in the past, as well as those wooden lattice flower windows that are open or closed by the river, are all yellow and orange, and the lights are the narrowest, which makes people feel a little messy:

In this window, whose charming mother once came to the window to make up and freshen up?

In that window, which one was once a window?

At which window did Sai Jinhua, a famous prostitute in the late Qing Dynasty, become the bride of Hong Jun, from a virtuous person to a champion's wife, thus interpreting a romantic story of a scholar and black tea, and thus starting her legendary life as an international social butterfly?

The legendary beautiful boatwoman, boating in Pingjiang River, stole her heart at which window?

There is no textual research, so we can only ask the sentimental river in Pingjiang. Did she store those beautiful reflections one by one?

As for the small bridges in Pingjiang block, the east and west bridges I crossed in PingHe Jiang include Sipo Bridge, Shou 'an Bridge, Ice Cream Bridge, Qing Ji Bridge, Qingshiqiao Bridge, Zhong 'an Bridge, Tongli Bridge, Huxiang Ambassador Bridge and so on.

Among these bridges, the most fascinating one is Qingshi Bridge. It is an arch bridge, and the stone arch of the bridge body and the reflection in the water are closed together, just like a full moon hanging on the river. If you add a paddle boat to the reflection and feel the boat rowing towards the moon, do you think it is beautiful?

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"You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs."

Pingjiang Road, you can walk slowly on the Qingshiban Road, or you can sit leisurely in a rocking boat. You can stand by the bridge or sit on the stone railing by the river; You can enjoy it or take pictures; You can eat chicken feet on the corner, or you can drink fox yogurt; You can also stay together ... in short, no matter where you go or what you are doing, you may become poetic or Zen in the eyes of others, and you are a landscape.

I don't know why Laogaoman Channel 2 doesn't like Suzhou dialect. He said that he especially disliked Suzhou gardens. If he goes to Pingjiang Road, it is not clear whether his mind will change.

I have been to Pingjiang Road several times during the Spring Festival. Although it is winter, it is not bleak. I don't know what Pingjiang Road looks like in spring and autumn. I think, with her temperament, she will not be too ostentatious. Pingjiang Road adheres to her quietness and simplicity, laziness and serenity, leisure and stretching, tranquility and peace, and her poetry and Zen.

Suddenly thought of a term, poetic dwelling, Pingjiang Road is such a place.

Sioux City, I will come again. Pingjiang Road, would you please wait for me?