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Suzhou-Hangzhou five-day tour guide

Since ancient times, Suzhou and Hangzhou have had a paradise. I believe everyone knows the true meaning of this sentence. 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.

First day? It's dusk when you leave, and you pack your bags silently when you leave. Fold clothes one by one and put them away. The quilt was taken down from the pole, and the soft sunshine was mixed with the coolness in the afternoon. ?

Winter afternoons are as cold as water. ?

When I closed the small lock, I suddenly felt a burst of melancholy. Finally, it is time to embark on this long-planned journey. ?

A person who has this secret seems to be a secret, and his heart is also stealing silent joy and secret anxiety. Looks like I'm going to do something earth-shattering. I looked forward to it, hesitated many times, and naturally no one knew. ?

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

I want to cry when I can't sit still with carsickness, and tears actually fall down when I bow my head. I have been in a trance for a long time and have been asking myself why I am so stubborn. ?

Said to me on QQ one night, 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. I didn't have any goals or plans. I just wasted time, and my mind was blank. This time, I decided to go out for a walk. I have planned for a long time, but I don't want to give up halfway. With books, you have no way out. ?

A backpack, 50 tablets of town static agent, and a book of poems by Xi Murong. At six o'clock in the evening, Nanchang is full of lights and twilight. This kind of scenery makes me homesick, but I fell asleep on the train farther and farther away from home. ?

The next day? It was a bumpy night, and it took ten hours to see the light of day again. The sun rose slowly from the train window, reddish. Trees, rivers and rice fields are becoming clearer and clearer. ?

The girl in the opposite seat pointed to the window beside her boyfriend and said happily that it was snowing. I also looked out and saw a piece of white. A closer look shows that it is not snow, but a thick layer of frost. The boy giggled and bowed 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 much different from Nanchang and the urban scenery I have seen.

I don't know if it's because of my mood. I think the people who live here are a little different. Early in the morning, it was foggy, and people three or five meters away could not see clearly. Some people play Tai Chi and go to the opera all the way. This kind of scenery is a little slower than life in Nanchang. ?

I was disappointed to finally find the broken bridge in the fog. Bridge is an ordinary bridge, there is no weak willow in March, and there is no amazing romance when white snake meets Xu Xianqiao. ?

West Lake Morning Fog

/kloc-There is no "infinite lotus leaf" in the West Lake in October and February. Looking around, there are endless rivers and endless white fog, lakes and sky everywhere, and there are one or two shallow flying Bai Ou in the foggy sky. It's quiet and the air is humid. I gently recited Du Zimei's sentence "Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world!" To the endless rivers. The mood lights up inexplicably, and subtle and ubiquitous meanings suddenly come to mind. ?

Who can watch the broken bridge clear the waves? When is the remaining load? Half the river is foggy, and the morning glow is far away. Dead branches and willows are not as strong as spring in March, and Xifeng 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 on the roadside rises into the shadow of the sun. There are many scenic spots ahead. ?

Keep walking, I said, I want to go there. ?

The third day? Zhaxi night scene

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

The door downstairs is locked, so I don't think the landlord has got up yet. This is a taciturn boy, with Shu Lang's smile and extremely delicate mind. When I came, he helped me deliver my luggage to my room. Maybe this is just what every landlord will do, but I am still moved.

I looked around clumsily and he laughed at me. When he left, he didn't forget to unplug the key to my door and put it in my hand. He also carefully told me not to leave the key on the door after opening it. ?

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

However, when he handed me the keys that he forgot to pull out again and again, that harmless smile really embarrassed me. ?

I can't go out, I can't just watch the scenery, so my heart gradually darkens with the dripping rain.

I went back to my room to get poems and sat on the flower swing in the living room to read quietly. ?

There is no light in the room, and the lonely figure can still be reflected on the dim floor tiles. I don't know when the rain stopped, but the door opened from the outside with a brush. I looked up and saw the extremely happy faces of the landlord's sister and the proprietress of another hotel. After saying good morning, she took me to the east gate. ?

Yuhoudongzha

What flutters outside the window is the sight of an ordinary town. I was surprised at the tall buildings in the strip: "Didn't you say the ancient town?" How ... "The proprietress was amused by my idea and explained to me that the ancient town was divided into scenic spots inside and outside. I just understand, but I will smile. ?

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

I stood under the old buttonwood tree at the door, and this is the scenery I saw. The drizzle is still silent underground, and arch bridges, ancient trees and people are immersed in this water color. The sky is slightly blue and there are few people coming and going. I walked happily with an umbrella.

On one side of the stone road is a quietly flowing river, and on the other side is a mossy tile house. At this time, most people's doors are closed, shops are not open, and residents are still sleeping.

You can see a little people by jumping over a few bumpy bluestones. I followed the smoke curled up in the rain and found that it was an early shop. On the wooden door stand, there are all kinds of cakes, beige and emitting hot air.

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

Wuzhen east gate

After a few steps, I saw a bridge, or an arc stone arch bridge, step by step. This time I walked up the stairs and the gurgling water stepped on my feet.

Looking intently, I saw the water drops on the bridge dripping into the river and knocking out a circle of spray. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I think of Yan's poems for no reason, but I am very adaptable to the times. ?

Calm and clear, the thick rain like an ox hair needle is hidden in the wooden window of the old house. The wooden window creaked open, and people rushed over, either sweeping the floor or cleaning the table or shaking the tablecloth.

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

So the rainy day suddenly became noisy and the water town began to stretch. The umbrella curtain was squeezed, and the face of apology fell into the eyes of tolerance and kindness.

The wooden door is moving away, moving away. The guide wearing a small yellow hat led a group of people to come in a hurry and then left in a hurry. The bar was packed with people. The booth was crowded with tourists, and everyone was holding a beautiful "auntie cake"?

The old muddy path seems endless. After several turns, I passed a few wet curtains and saw a brand name "Tea Lane" with a little literary simplicity. Because I like its particularity, I took a detailed photo ...?

I didn't give up when I left. My mind still stays in the foggy morning, looking at the beautiful scenery with joy. The rain finally stopped. When I first saw the sunshine, my eyes were gorgeous for an instant. Take off your umbrella, and the flute sounds faintly in the distance ...?

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

Dongzha morning rain

The fourth day? Let time pass, I'll wait for you in Xitang. ?

Let time grow old, I'll wait for you in Xitang.

A long time ago, I read Travel Notes of Xitang, which was a bit sour. The space is not long, but it is full of the quiet taste of the years. At first, the name of Xitang left a glimpse. Later, when I was old, this sentence was deeply rooted in Xitang in my heart. The ancient town I mentioned countless times is Xitang. ?

This stop is the terminal of the whole journey, and it is also the most anticipated and authentic destination. ?

The temperature in Wuzhen plummeted after the rain, and the whole country seemed to have entered winter. In fact, it is also a winter scene-cold and depressing, and Jiangnan in December is no longer Jiangnan. It seems that every parting is related to dusk and cold.

If you want to travel alone, there will always be a trace of regret. When you start, you can make up your mind. Meet by chance, or make a toast. However, the farewell party is particularly lonely, full of freedom and astringency.

I seem to have been to this small town, but no one has witnessed all the joys and sorrows, and I can't leave a few words. Some of them are just memories of Conan's dream that I chewed repeatedly in my spare time. ?

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

It's windy around the station, and being fully armed is not enough to resist the chill. I thought for half an hour in the cold wind, thinking that most tourists who come to Jiashan will admire Xitang, so I followed the biggest crowd with the tide.

Facts have proved that my calculation is correct, but I was blindsided before I got on the bus-I came in a hurry and didn't bring any change. Maybe it's fate. Before I could think about what to do, I saw a kind-looking young mother with a pile of small bills in her hand, so I walked up to her like a savior.

She is 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 accident.

While waiting for the bus, my young mother talked to me and asked me where I came from. I am alert by nature, and I deliberately made the location vague, only saying that it is in Jiangxi, which is 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 the whole family on this journey, so my one-person trip became a five-person trip. ?

The young mother is a gentle person, traveling with her little daughter, niece and mother.

Two pink and tender little girls are wearing the same pink and tender bear clothes. I like them very much, so I squatted down to tease them and ask them questions. My little niece is a little shy and doesn't like to talk.

Another little girl with an oval face is smart and lively, and answers that her name is Mei, 1 1 year old, and answers for her little niece that her name is Youyou, and she is also of the same age.

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

After getting off the bus, the hotel owner came to pick up the car. My young mother went to the same place with me without booking a hotel. When I arrived at the hotel, I just wanted to wash the dust off my body early, so I took the room key and found it was exactly the same as the picture on the Internet. The dark blue cartoon room looks warm and comfortable.

Ah Mui knocked on the door and walked slowly over. The first thing she said when she opened the door was: Little Sister, your room is really beautiful. I was suddenly satisfied. ?

hotel

Hanging out with the young mother's family at night is not so much to let me lead them, but to have a little precious excitement with them. There is still some distance from the scenic spot. With the map given by the boss, we crossed the narrow river and entered Xitang Scenic Area with great excitement.

The night is quiet and the sky turns from green to dark. Roughly because it has not yet entered the center of the scenic spot, this world is isolated from the world and there are very few people coming and going. I walked a long way before I saw the dim light shining alone, and the zigzag tile-roofed house door was locked and dark. ?

After crossing several bridges, we saw more lanterns hanging on the veranda and some pedestrians in the distance. I asked an old woman who looked like a local, but she didn't understand the local dialect. Fortunately, grandma herself led us to the road.

Walking back and forth around the winding promenade, the wind blows on the water surface of the promenade from time to time, and the coolness penetrates into the bone marrow. The scenery captured 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, grandma said, and motioned for us to cross the bridge in front.

Say goodbye to grandma, and we will cross the bridge soon. The sound of singing and dancing in front of me was looming, and it didn't take long to walk. Suddenly there was a sense of mutation, and all kinds of sound waves swept through, and colorful lights were everywhere.

As early as when I looked up information on the internet, I knew something about bar street, and only when I was really busy can I get a real experience. This is an emotional place where lively frolicking or lonely sadness blooms.

Festive red lanterns along the street are hung in series. I turned on my cell phone and took photos while walking. Ah Mui and Youyou jumped to the front happily.

The bars on both sides flashed through my lens again and again, or drums and various instruments were full of excitement, or quiet and hoarse songs accompanied by guitars. I just stood outside the door for a short time, and I felt very lonely. Don't wait for the meaning of sadness to overflow and then leave in a hurry. ?

East Street should be the quietest street. At night, a gust of cold came and the river was blown by the wind. Suddenly the lights were far away and near, and I saw someone selling river lanterns on the shore, so I got up. I picked out a small blue paper lamp.

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

Then I thought carefully about what I wanted, and suddenly I was at a loss. If you want to say that the wishes of these years are nothing more than that everything goes well. As for how to calculate the satisfactory method, there is no way to know.

The river lights are lit one by one in the water, and the light and shadow are swaying quietly on the water, bearing floating and heavy wishes, or beautiful or full of expectations, or some, without asking for anything, do not know where to go in the splash of lights. ...

I came across a small shop at the corner of Coffee Street. The name of the store comes from Mu Xin's poem, which used to be slow. There is a cloud-like sign hanging obliquely in the flower pot painting, which is also a slow poem in the past. You can only love one person in your life.

Maybe it's a person without deep feelings. Light this half sentence, only feel dull. I have been worried about the first half of my life: the sun changed slowly in the past/the mail was slow-I only loved one person in my life.

I think of Mu Xin's other poems, and there is a sentence: You don't need to look for me where all the flowers are moving. You have to meet, I am in all kinds of joys and sorrows. Shuttle through the crowd, lights intertwined, beautiful flowers, always feel that this sentence is just right for this scene. ?

In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly.

There are also singers in it. I stood at the door and listened for a long time. I know it's a typical song of today's style, Nanshan South.

The lyrics are vicissitudes, and they have experienced the calm in Qian Fan. The singer's voice is cold and quiet, especially around the revolving shop.

Everyone who comes to Xitang has his own reasons. Some people prefer lively crowds, while others hope to take a half-day holiday and enjoy the old days alone, so that they can find scenery and stay here. ?

The night is still early, the lights are shining and the water is swaying. Ah Mui turned around and told me to stop at the corner: Little sister, why don't you go?

I said, okay, I'll be right there. ?

The fifth day? Woke up in the fluffy sunshine the next day. After washing, Ah Mui and Youyou happened to knock at the door. ?

We went downstairs together, and the young mother said happily to me, little sister, I asked the breakfast place near the landlord. I laughed too. All right, let's go. ?

I'm not a porridge person, but this bowl of millet porridge is unexpectedly sweet. Soft and thick porridge melts in the mouth, soothing the stomach that has been busy for several days.

My young mother and I finished eating. After waiting for half a minute, A-mei was fed, and Yo-Yo was still struggling with a few small dumplings. Yo-yo eats slowly and has a full mouth. I saw that I ate a lot, but the food in the bowl never decreased.

The young mother and grandmother were anxious and kept urging Yo-Yo to eat quickly. I laughed aside and remembered how similar I ate when I was a child. When I was young, I always thought eating was the most difficult task.

As soon as the food was served, I tried my best to watch everyone finish it, but my job didn't move. Every time my family tries their best to scare me into speeding up. ?

Once at the dinner table, I was eating, and I was sad and burst into tears. Grandma, brother and sister hurriedly asked what was going on. I pointed to half a bowl of rice and sobbed and said, I, I eat very seriously, but I just won't eat less.

My brother was teased,

Little fool, eat slowly if you can't finish it. I have a small bowl of foreign porcelain and my eyes are red. If it's slow, grandma will hit ...

In fact, I have never been beaten for eating slowly, and then I naturally accelerated. It is also a blessing to want to eat slowly, because there is always someone waiting for you to put down the last bowl in your hand at the other end of the table. If you can grow up slowly, it is not a kind of happiness. ?

Meet a cat

Walking along yesterday's road, I soon entered the scenic spot, and my young mother gave me a good compliment. My sister has a good memory.

I laughed without saying a word, but no one knew that I was actually a road idiot. I would get lost if I walked about one meter in the same place. I have to walk dozens of times a year, and I have followed my friends or others for two years, but I still don't know the direction.

The reason why I can remember the road I have traveled is because I know that when I am in a really strange place, there is no one to rely on, so I can only cheer up and recite the route back and forth.

Just like many times when walking on a strange road, I always look back and dare not approach the road or other people's cars. Naturally, no one knows the vigilance and shock. ?

Go to the first scenic spot, the temple first. Because it is the off-season, and there are people in the roadway at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, there is nothing else in the scenic spot except one or two staff who brush tickets. I took Ah Mui around inside, and the young mother was waiting outside the hall.

I put my hands together and worshipped the stone statue in the outer hall. As a greeting to the whole temple, I bypassed the stone statue and entered the patio. The courtyard is still cold, and last night's frost still stopped on the stone beside the path, pale white.

The ice in the water tank next to the stone steps has not melted yet, and some thin flowers have fallen on the ice. Ah mui asked me what kind of flower it was. Sorry to say I don't know. She hugged ah mui, but sister can let you touch the flowers. ?

Ah Mui happily climbed onto the flower branch and fondled the yellow flowers. Miss, can I choose one? I said, no, but you can smell it. Don't get too close. There may be a bug.

Ah Mui lowers her head for a moment. Little sister, I'm fine. I put her down on the ground, and when I saw a long eager eye, I touched her little head and asked if you wanted to hug her.

I said nothing and nodded. I squatted down to hug her, but it was difficult. It took me two or three times to get her to reach the flowers. I can't help feeling shy. Fortunately, children don't care about this. After touching the petals, they grinned happily ?

After visiting several scenic spots in succession, the sun has reached noon. I bought ice cream and the little girls ate it with colorful marshmallows. I met a cat with long white hair lying lazily in a flowerpot in the drunken garden.

The small garden is old and withered, covered with thick dust, but the plants are flourishing. Sunlight came in from the top of the tall tree and shone on the cat's face, and the cat's eye narrowed comfortably into a crack.

Maybe there were many tourists in the past. It is used to people who take pictures with it like me, but it is not afraid of life. It just gave us a lazy look and dozed off. We teased him on purpose, so we pretended to meow. A-mei raised her hand and stroked his ear, and the cat cooed comfortably. ?

Ah Mui and Youyou stretched out their hands and pushed the cat. The cat is impatient. Miao jumped out of the flowerpot, strolled through the thick green shade and the emerald pond bank stone with her tail up, crossed the crowded yard and stopped at the threshold to continue her nap.

Outside the sill is another pool, where wormwood flourishes and red fish sometimes sink into the sand. ?

I took a photo of Ah Mui and Youyou teasing the cat, and it was fixed as a memory. When I went out, I told my young mother that I wouldn't go to the next scenic spot. Have fun. ?

My young mother asked me if I wanted to catch the bus. ?

No, I want to walk alone again. It's almost time to end this journey. My eyes are a little wet. ?

The young mother's name is Ah Mui and Youyou. My sister is going home. Come and say goodbye to her. Ah Mui waved hard and Miss Mei said goodbye. ?

You still don't talk, lean in grandma's arms and look at me without blinking. ?

I always turned around, and this goodbye became the last memory of my young mother's family. ?

The scenery is not in people's eyes, but in people's hearts. ?

After bidding farewell to Ah Mui's family, I stopped wandering around, just sitting on a stone bench on my way back and slowly combing my running mood these days. The sunshine is warm and comfortable, shining on the water like gold. Outside the long beam is a circuitous river, and inside the long beam are small shops and bustling pedestrians. The light and shadow of the long beams along the coast are projected into the water, and the light spots in the water are projected back under the eaves of the tiles, and the big flowers sway leisurely. Red lanterns are hung on wooden beams one by one, swaying comfortably. The afternoon is as quiet as running water. ?

An old reclining chair leans against the shore, the sun is rustling, and the peach blossoms on the bridge seem to be blooming. ?

Most of the people here are shops or inns, but they are also full of strong humanistic atmosphere. Across the river, a row of mottled gray walls, maintenance workers squatting on tiles to repair the roof, the roof clouds are soft.

Occasionally, there are two-story buildings, which are also old wall tiles. But there are many wooden painted railings, and you can catch a glimpse of a small balcony inside. The clear sky is just right, the vines on the balcony are winding, and the sparse winding is reflected on the porch window. If there is an ancient carved bed by the window, it will be accompanied by a deep sleep. ?

The fragrance of Euryale ferox cake in the shop rushed into the tip of the nose, the smart breeze was soft and intoxicating, and the sound of running water came and went, crisp and crisp. There is a boat sailing across, which seems to carry thousands of waters in Qian Shan. ?

Before I realized it, the sun passed through the deepest part of the gallery. I thought it was time, so I got up and chatted with the landlord. Are you free to take me to the station this time? I asked. ?

The host on the other end of the phone replied brightly. I walked through the long misty and rainy corridor, the bar street with lights on at the beginning, many small shops and wooden beams in Langlang, Linlin, and finally walked out of the scenic spot. Looking back at long stretches of waterline and winding white walls and tiles, I smiled and said goodbye at my heart. ?

Have a good time.

Postscript:

Writing this travel note, like this journey, has been planned for a long time, with intermittent words stopping and continuing, and each paragraph has a different mood. In fact, there are many people and things that I didn't mention in my article, such as Leifeng Tower in the morning fog, Zhaxi in Wuzhen, which is exquisite and fashionable in the light and shadow water, the stage in the rain at Dongzha, the wonton shop in the alley of the old street, the long queue of Qilala spring rolls at the door, and the post-it notes I left on the wishing wall of a college-there are only three words on it, the moon and books.

The girl next door with a fragrant mole on her mouth looked after my luggage, and my uncle on the train pointed out the transfer route for me at night. ...

Such things want to continue a miscellaneous note in the back, and finally have to be classified because of the slack mood, and so on. I remember when I first came home, these things often appeared in my sleep. When I come back in the middle of the night, I often feel that I am still far away. Nowadays, many places I have been to are blurred, and names that I can't remember when writing must be turned out of the used map. ?

Yesterday, I looked for pictures of Xitang on Baidu, and I accidentally saw another person's travel discipline, route and scenery, which were similar to mine. It took me five days to return to China from Nanchang-Hangzhou-Wuzhen-Xitang, and the journey ended here.

She's from s? City-Xitang-Wuzhen-and then to Hangzhou, the route is just the other way around.

Encountered a rain in Wuzhen, she was surprised by the extra morning rain in Xitang. I have been to the broken bridge she specifically mentioned, which happened to be specifically mentioned in the article.

This feeling is very strange. When you walk a long way, you find that someone visited you in the same way a few years ago. The scenery in your eyes is the same as that in her eyes, and it is best to have the same mood.

The only difference is that there is a four-year time interval. Therefore, time, apart from being portrayed in people, may make a person unrecognizable, but it will always be a cycle between the lines or in a certain space. ?

After writing this article, the journey ends here. It's been 15 years' tail and 16 years' forehead, and time has passed.

Some things are as natural as gathering, parting and holding. What should be left is always where it is, and what should be left cannot be stopped. The longest thing is youth, and the last thing I can't stay is youth, and I just try to leave some memories that won't grow old in the years I can't stay. Before leaving, I wrote in the space: I have grown up and my youth has just begun.