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Originally, I was going to see Suzhou gardens with thousands of customs, but I couldn't make it for various reasons.

So I went to Zhouzhuang.

Before that, my impression of Zhouzhuang was still in Han Han's Triple Door, and its description in the book is now too vague to recall. ...

I felt a sense of relief when the tourist bus left Shanghai. Shanghai is a luxury city. Staying in this city for too long has caused too much erosion. Many times, I feel depressed and almost suffocated. Looking out the window, I am full of expectations for Zhouzhuang.

In the car, the beautiful tour guide briefly introduced Xiazhouzhuang. Why does she call it Zhouzhuang? It turns out that there is a reason for this: Zhouzhuang Town was formerly called Zhenfengli. According to historical records, during the Yuan You period of the Northern Song Dynasty (A.D. 1086), Di Gong Lang believed in Buddhism and donated 200 mu (13 hectares) of Zhuangtian to Quanfu Temple as temple property. The people felt its kindness and named this field "Zhouzhuang".

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the tour guide's explanation, I thought it was called Zhouzhuang, because it was Zhuangzi's former residence. Fortunately, no one asked me, otherwise it would be ridiculous. ...

After an hour and a half of hard driving, I finally reached my destination.

Standing at the door, I think, I'll be glad you came.

Many beautiful things in Zhouzhuang, such as its street lamps and signboards, are antique, and so are their buildings, mainly reflected in its windowsill and roof, which are basically two-story buildings made of blue tiles with many edges and corners. One corner stands out here, the other corner stands out, and the eaves are slightly tilted. It's really beautiful. Maybe it's a long time ago, and the wall has lost its original appearance. ...

Our first stop is Zhang Ting. As the official residence of the Yinfu family, Zhang Ting has experienced more than 500 years of vicissitudes, but its style remains the same. Walking down the street and down the corridor, there is a courtyard in front of you, full of green eyes. There are low wings on both sides, and there are no windows on the upper and lower floors In the long years, the damaged brick-carved gatehouse, solid stone pillars and exquisite carvings are still not difficult to see the former elegance of Zhang Ting. The hall is spacious and bright, and under the heavy court column is a rare wooden drum pier (column base), which is an obvious symbol of Ming Dynasty architecture. The hall is decorated with Ming mahogany furniture and welcomes guests with lanterns and colorful decorations. Calligraphy and painting are hung on the wall, and couplets are particularly eye-catching. The first couplet is "the sedan chair advances through the door", and the second couplet is "the boat passes through its own house". After careful consideration, these couplets very aptly describe the architectural features of Zhang Ting. In fact, it is not unreasonable for Zhouzhuang to be called the first water town in the south of the Yangtze River. In the past, all the people in Zhouzhuang traveled by boat, not by car and horse. The whole Zhouzhuang is surrounded by a river, which is at the gate. Zhang Ting's master, because of his well-off family, even led the river into his yard, so the sedan chair went through the gate and drove home, which was really appropriate. The result was written by the ladies of the Zhang family.

Zhang Ting is very big. Obviously, I can't sum it up in one or two sentences, but to be honest, the impression that Zhang Ting gave me is nothing more.

Then I came to Shen Guild Hall. I think almost everyone, like me, has no idea about the owner who lives in this Shen Shi Hall, but everyone must have seen the TV series starring-yes, this is actually a mansion in Shen Wansan, and it turns out that camels are bigger than horses. Although Shen Wansan was later exiled to the frontier by Zhu Yuanzhang, he was once extremely rich. Oh, by the way, you may be as ignorant of the feud between Shen Wansan and Zhu Yuanzhang as I was at the beginning. Here, I repeat what the tour guide said: Shen Wansan is doing business with foreigners by the swift river in the north of town. He sold Jiangnan embroidery and silk to foreigners and made a lot of money. In our current words, it is to do foreign trade. Shen Wansan's wealth is not only one of the best in our Jiangnan area, but also famous all over the country. At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang had just become emperor. He doesn't have much money because of years of war, but he wants to build a wall in Nanjing. what should he do ？ One minister suggested: "Let the rich bear this huge sum." So, Shen Wansan was assigned the task of building a third of the city wall. At that time, Shen Wansan wanted to take this opportunity to please Zhu Yuanzhang, so he readily took out a large sum of money. The wall was repaired soon and beautifully. Shen Wansan was so happy that he wanted to reward the soldiers who repaired the wall. Who knows this matter was known by Zhu Yuanzhang, who was very jealous of Shen Wansan and made an excuse. Zhu Yuanzhang arrested Shen Wansan and said, "You are richer than me, and you want to buy off the morale of the army and seize my country. How can this be achieved? " So Shen Wansan will be sentenced to death. Thanks to the intercession of civil and military officials, Shen Wansan was saved from death and sent to Yunnan to exile the army. Shen Wansan family, beheaded, jailed, ruined. All his property was confiscated.

Entering Shen Guild Hall gives me the feeling that it is very big and full of twists and turns. According to the tour guide, Shenting is a typical Huizhou architecture with "seven entrances and five doors". Its seven entrances can be divided into three parts. The first entrance is the first part, where guests are greeted. The second, third and fourth entrances are the second part of the shrine, where guests are received. The fifth, sixth and seventh steps are the third part, where the Shen Shi family lived and lived.

I did see a lot of halls, and the tables, chairs and furniture in each hall were quite exquisite. The first hall is usually used to entertain delivery boatmen for tea, so the tables and chairs placed there are not elegant, or not; The second hall is called the gatehouse, which is said to be the place for weddings, funerals and decorations in Shenyang. Passers-by don't have to go in to know what is going on in Shenyang today. There is also a place to receive special guests. There is also a hall that is very impressive. I can't remember the name, but it is said that it is the place where ladies and gentlemen receive guests. Moreover, the chairs there are also hidden mysteries. There are two kinds of chairs: one is ordinary with a backrest, and the other is with a backrest but the middle of the backrest is empty. As for the lady, because she is married and has a backrest, she naturally has no backrest. ...

Because of the short time, the guide took us to see these two scenic spots in a hurry, and then let us move freely. Several colleagues and I walked on the bluestone path, listening to the crisp sound of high heels and bluestone, holding a fan with landscape paintings in our hands. This situation is really unique. ..

When I came, people told me that Zhouzhuang was all right, but it was too commercialized. In fact, I didn't realize that every household here probably has a small shop selling pearls, teapots, Suzhou embroidery and horn combs ... countless, but to my shock, 80% and 90% of what Zhouzhuang sells are handmade by people themselves. ...

Later, I went to many places and bought a lot of things. When I bought them, I haggled like hell. Oh, I'm almost an expert in bargaining.

Before I left, I sat by the river for a while, watching the small bridges, flowing water and people, and feeling the breeze blowing from the river. This is very enjoyable, and I hope I can't blend in.

In fact, I am a person who is too easily moved. In the face of nature, any language seems pale and powerless. ....

Next time, go to Wuzhen.

Wuzhen in my mind should be more beautiful. ...

The second article

The coach goes from Suzhou to Zhouzhuang. I stared at the outside with my eyes wide open, trying to find rape flowers. In front of me, there are usually large tracts of golden rape flowers. In the blink of an eye, the rape blossoms disappeared, which turned out to be my own imagination. Scenery is scenery, but with people's imagination, scenery is alive, and scenery is not just scenery. If you can't see the golden flowers, imagine that the endless green fields will turn golden in a certain season. Trees on the roadside are swaying. In nature, everything is full of vitality and individuality, and they sing a harmonious movement in nature.

It is a deep regret to stay in Suzhou. Suzhou is an ink painting with oblique wind and drizzle and small bridges and white walls. Suzhou still seems to stay at a certain point in history forever and exists quietly. Walking in Suzhou, my heart can't help but calm down, my pace slows down unconsciously, my voice drops unconsciously, and I unconsciously hold my breath for fear that the noise will destroy the surrounding peace. However, a little mistake on the itinerary made my stay in Suzhou too tense, so I hurried to visit several gardens and left. I didn't have time to go to the teahouse for a cup of tea, listen to a pingtan, learn a soft word about Wu Nong, or even slow down and leave.

The coach walked slowly on the way to Zhouzhuang. It seems that traffic jam is a common problem in any city, only the time on the bus is slow. The rush of Suzhou made us dare not expect too much from Zhouzhuang's trip. If we have too much hope, we will be too disappointed. We dare not expect to walk slowly in Zhouzhuang. The impression of Zhouzhuang comes from the advertisement that a travel agency has hung in Xuanwumen for many years. There is a picture of Zhouzhuang on the billboard, which reads "Water Town in Dream". Billboards are made of simple and light colors, and some of them are old-fashioned and hang there quietly, which becomes a temptation for people who live in a fast pace every day. It seems to be telling that there is such a quiet place where you can wash away the dust, and the prosperity will be exhausted and return to dullness.

The tour guide comforted us again and again that Zhouzhuang would not be in such a hurry as Suzhou, and gave us enough time to visit slowly. But we still insist on our own idea: "The tour guide must be comforting people. It is a pity to follow the coach's speed." We played games wholeheartedly in the car, and Qingqing and I had a very tacit understanding. Later, there were even some strange words. After my explanation, Qingqing can still tell the answer. Colleagues said that we should recite all the idiom dictionaries.

When the game was boring, the coach was still walking slowly. When stretching, he accidentally saw a picture of autumn water in the sky. I looked for it on the window, but the painting was blocked by the second-floor shopping mall on the roadside. Like rape, is it another dream of mine? I sat in my seat in disappointment. Some people say that Zhouzhuang has arrived. I said it was over, wasn't it? Some people say yes, others say no.

When we got off the bus and walked from the parking lot to Zhouzhuang, we were still discussing what kind of scenery it could be. The small two-story building next to it can't even distinguish some small towns in the north, which may be disappointing. Who said "it's better to see the scenery than to listen to it"?

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River always comes as scheduled. Walking to the door, it began to rain, and the drizzle fell on my face, leaving no trace. Standing at the entrance, people were shocked. Obviously it is gouache, and they are reluctant to move on. My colleague gave me a push, and I just came to my senses, took the ticket and walked forward gently.

Clear water is the soul of Zhouzhuang, as warm as a piece of jasper. If water is the soul of Zhouzhuang, then the bridge is its skeleton. There is a bridge over the water, which connects the scenery on both sides of the water into a whole. The riverbank is made of stone, not polished, clumsy and simple. The buildings on both sides are blue tiles and white walls. After years of polishing, there are traces of peeling walls everywhere, which adds a bit of desolation, such as a withered beauty, faintly revealing the excitement of the "five-silk teenagers vying for the head". There are tender and lovely wickers floating on the shore. Wickers, like a drunken soft woman, looked around and swayed in the misty rain. Willow seems to be whispering, revealing softness with soft words like glutinous rice, which makes pedestrians intoxicated and intoxicated. I gingerly held my breath and bypassed the swaying wicker for fear that she might get slightly drunk.

In the face of nature, people are always small. Since people always disappear before the scenery disappears, why rush? It's better to slow down and walk slowly. Why didn't Shen Wansan, a rich city in the south of the Yangtze River, leave a house and a story for future generations to ponder? Money is just a foreign object, so that you lose your life. A small family might as well have plenty of food and clothing and enjoy it safely. I saw a pair of couplets in front of Shentang, "Bamboo and yellow flowers are all Buddhist, and white clouds and flowing water are all human". Pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard, flowers and trees, running water everywhere, accompanied by mandarin ducks under the stone fence. Although they live in two places, they all have some unspeakable desolation. Think of a song "Nanxiangzi": take a float boat, cross the lotus pond, and call a sleeping mandarin duck. Girls full of fragrance only feel smiling at their companions. These girls are all beautiful. They are smiling. They fold lotus leaves to keep out the sunset. I think Shenyang women also started sleeping with Yuanyang.

Walking through the Zhang Ting Pavilion and turning into the alley, my colleague gave me a dumpling wrapped in palm leaves, but no one could know the name. There are vendors on both sides of the alley. They bought a purple oiled paper umbrella and liked it very much. It rained heavily while playing, and the oil-paper umbrella just came in handy. There are vendors selling salted fish and shrimp on the roadside. A big plate of red shrimp is only five yuan. Salted fish is a bit exaggerated, like a fake, and there is a pair of identical fish. It looks very novel. There are embroidered shoes, red peony embroidered on black satin, green branches and leaves, Lan Fenghuang ... Why can these embroidered mothers draw lines and draw flowers and embroider, but we have to get up early and come home late to face the cold computer life? I searched all over the street, but I couldn't find the specialty of Zhouzhuang embroidery introduced by the tour guide-random thorn. It is most natural to like such a bustling street. The scenery with people is alive and alive.

We swam on the water by boat and it rained heavily again. The rain hit my face, which aroused my colleagues' crying. The boatman quickly pulled up the tent and the paddles slid slowly in the water. The boatman is a middle-aged woman, wearing a cloth shirt with blue background and white flowers. She is wearing a bamboo hat and paddles out. Elegant movements make her look much younger. We begged her to sing a song, but she wouldn't say anything. Later, she agreed to sing only one sentence. After the highlighted music came to an abrupt end in the air, the boatman only said one sentence and never sang again, or she would pay. Listening to the sound of raindrops beating on the tent, watching the rain cross and then fall into the water, the water surface stirred ripples. Touch the ripples with your hands. There seems to be nothing soft. It is really "the scenery walks on the shore, and people travel in the picture world."

I thought to myself: One day, I will stay in Jiangnan, holding his hand and walking slowly. ...

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The fourth article

On May 9th (the fifth day of the fourth lunar month in 2008), I went to Zhouzhuang with my friends to record TV programs. I'm not in a good mood, and I'm a little tired on the way to Zhouzhuang.

After getting off the bus, it is not Zhouzhuang that catches your eye. On the contrary, it is the living area outside Zhouzhuang. Is this world of drunken money, or this world of red dust dreams. I, gradually disheartened.

Everyone rented a van, and in this way, I got into the carriage like a walking corpse, stunned and found nothing. ...

The car took us to the big archway in Zhouzhuang, which is the passage to Zhouzhuang. My friends in Daiyue and I entered the town one after another. At this time, it's getting late, and manager Han of Zhouzhuang has arranged the accommodation for us, the Zhengutang Inn, the former residence of Zhouzhuang celebrities. When we got to the attic, we put away our luggage, carried cameras and tripods, and everyone began to work. The purpose is to show the truest and purest Zhouzhuang to everyone through images.

To tell the truth, this task is very heavy.

At first, we were introduced to a special restaurant near the water. I ordered some specialties of Zhouzhuang, such as Wansanti, sauerkraut, amaranth, snail meat, Zhouzhuang jiaozi and so on.

Just before dinner, an enthusiastic grandmother wanted to sing to us, so we stopped chopsticks and recorded it as a video of Zhouzhuang folk customs. After the cameraman turned on the camera, connected the microphone and arranged the scene and position, the host aimed the camera at the old woman who was singing. The old woman sang heartily in Zhouzhuang dialect, and then told us that this was Zhouzhuang's boat-rocking song. She sang it herself for six or seven years. ...

The camera and singing attracted people, and so did people. A dog named Xiaohei also squeezed in to join in the fun.

After the recording of the program, we call it a day and continue to eat. At this time, we found that the food was completely cold, but everyone ate it happily. After all, it was our first meal in Zhouzhuang, and it was also an expensive meal. They were having fun while I was thinking coldly.

Outside the window, there were bursts of laughter and the laughter of the river. It turned out to be tourists who visited Zhouzhuang at night, and their enthusiasm infected us, so that everyone could not help but put down their bowls and chopsticks again and join the big team that visited Zhouzhuang at night.

Night tour of Zhouzhuang, the scenery is charming, only comfortable people can truly taste the beauty of Zhouzhuang and feel the tranquility and peace of Zhouzhuang. ...

We drifted separately and swam at night. I look forward to sleepwalking. ...

The quiet Zhouzhuang gradually purifies the soul and gets rid of the hubbub and the world. Comfort is a true portrayal of Zhouzhuang and me at this time.

At night, wandering in the small street of Zhouzhuang seems to be a childhood again, just like the feeling of Chen Yifei. I really went back to my childhood. The bumpy road of childhood, the mossy bridge for mother-in-law, and the vague dream of childhood. ...

The night is deep and people are thin. I am looking for my lost childhood. From one alley to another, the road is getting narrower and deeper. With a lost dream, I just hope that this time will not be shattered and move on, although I don't know where the future road is, even if I don't know where the backward road is.

I have a dream, a simple dream, towards the distance. ...

Light a cigarette, nicotine anesthetized me again, and I went back to my childhood and found my home.

I returned to Zhen Gu Tang very late, took off all my clothes, washed away all my burdens, and bathed my body and mind with Zhouzhuang water. Hope, like just coming to this world, has no care, no shackles, only a heart, a gentle heart, no pollution, no education. Quietly lying on the soft bed of the inn, gently covering the delicate skin with a blue floral blanket, looking at the sky outside the window, dark blue, occasionally appearing a few stars, blinking and blinking, and gradually falling asleep.

I calmly returned to my dream hometown Zhouzhuang. I didn't bring anything this time, only a heart, a gentle and weak heart. Sleepwalking in Zhouzhuang, carefree, looking for this long-lost childhood. I saw some little girls in ancient costumes playing in deep alleys. They are innocent, playing and running. I left my sight in the blink of an eye and suddenly felt a little flustered. I walked quickly to them, fearing that I would never see them again. A little girl came out of a vague deep alley and saw me, a stranger, dressed strangely. She reached out and took my big hand, raised her head and asked with a smile, "Where are you from and where are you going?" A simple question suddenly stumped me. I slowly leaned down and squatted on the ground, looked up at her slightly and said, "I'm from a far place, and I'm going to a far place." Little girl, she smiled and said, "Is it okay to take my son on a trip?" I repeatedly replied, "Well, well ..."

Then, laughter spread all over the empty alley. The sound of running water, the sound of playing, the sound of insects and our echoes are intertwined and beautiful. Unconsciously, they took me to Apo Bridge. Apo Bridge is an arch bridge, with no carvings or hollowed-out totems. She is very simple, wearing only Tsing Yi, full of vicissitudes. We stood on the bridge and watched the green river flow quietly. There was a sigh from under the bridge. An old woman, wearing a flowered towel, a flowered shirt with a blue background, a lute buckle and a pleated apron, is rowing to the bridge.

The little girls were very excited and pulled me to take a boat. Grandma quickly berthed the boat to the shore and stretched out an old hand. I hesitated for a while, but I still grabbed grandma's hand and stepped into the boat. Then the little girls jumped in and sat with me. Grandma, tell us in words you don't understand that we are going to sail. Night tour of Zhouzhuang, this is not a dream, everything here seems to have been experienced, and those scenes are vivid. Grandma waved her hand leisurely and took us roaming in the depths of the water town.

Sitting on the boat, I saw many strange things. The boat pulling stone embedded in the wall of the water town is actually a granite relief, and there is a piece every three or five feet. They have their own postures, some carved into wishful thinking, some carved into monsters, some prancing like carp, and some carved into the sky like ox noses. ...

On the boat, grandma couldn't help singing a beautiful boat song. We were intoxicated by grandma's soft singing, swaying boats and the charming scenery of Zhouzhuang. ...

"Knock, knock, knock", as if there was a dull voice. Ignore it and continue our night tour. "Knock, knock, knock" came another voice. Slowly, I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the bed, covered with a quilt of blue flowers. "Knock, knock ..." As if someone was knocking at the door, I quickly put on my clothes and slippers to open the door. Oh, it's past five, a new day has begun, and I have to go to work again. "I see, you wait first." Close the door, go back to bed, close your eyes and think about grandma, the little girls and the boat. ...

Wake up from a dream and enter a new day's life. Go to the bathroom, wash your face with clean water, feel the freshness of the morning, feel a new day and refresh yourself. Let's take our equipment and set out together.

At the beginning, everyone was still glad to get up early, and we were sure to present Zhouzhuang, a quiet morning, to everyone. But we were wrong. Only when we arrived at Shuangqiao did we know that the earliest people were not us, but grandfathers and grandmothers who got up early in the morning to sketch, take pictures and sell vegetables. If we can't shoot a quiet morning, we will shoot a morning with a city flavor and a humanistic flavor.

Start shooting, start setting, start taking pictures, start taking pictures.

Ready, go ... ...

Speaking of which, I remembered a story about Shuangqiao. It was in the spring of 1984. American painter Chen Yifei came to Zhouzhuang by boat. Seeing Shuangqiao, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood in memory. So, extremely excited, he created an oil painting named "Memories of Hometown" with Shuangqiao as the background. Later, this painting was exhibited with 37 of his works in Hammer Gallery, USA. This painting caused a great sensation at that time and was later collected by Mr. Hammer. In the same year 1 1 month, when Mr. Hammer visited China, he gave this painting to Deng Xiaoping. 1985, this painting was processed by Chen Yifei and became the pattern of the first day cover of the United Nations at that time, which was deeply favored by philatelists and people from all walks of life. Through the propaganda of the news media, Zhouzhuang Town became famous. Chen Yifei's memories of his hometown also made the unknown Shuangqiao go to the world.

The charming double bridge makes more and more tourists linger, and also makes our cameraman enjoy it. Even the hostess and I have lost the "ancient city" ...

Along the way, we photographed many things, such as shops in Zhouzhuang, folk customs in Zhouzhuang, street life in Zhouzhuang and so on. There is also a close-up: by the river, a girl with long hair and a rag basket is squatting by the river, washing clothes with her head down. Clothes float with the current in the river, and long hair floats with the wind in the air. ...

After crossing Shuangqiao, we went to Zhang Ting and Shenting. The antique buildings gave us a visual feast. Walking on Zhenfeng Street, everyone gained a lot, ate a lot, drank a lot, played a lot, bought a lot, and of course left a lot.

There are many pearl shops in Zhenfeng Street, and pearls are also very common, all thanks to the South Lake in Zhouzhuang. Located at the southernmost tip of Zhouzhuang, Nanhu Lake is rich in aquatic products and pearls, which have made outstanding contributions to Zhouzhuang's tourism and commerce. Like a bright pearl, it is hidden in Zhouzhuang, a thousand-year-old town. There is an embroidery shop in Zhenfeng Street. Three grandmothers are chatting about embroidery. Their shop is not very big, but it shows their hard work. There are Zhouzhuang landscape embroidery, hat embroidery, various pocket embroidery mascots, Ruyi Pointe, heart lock, little shoes and Fuwa, which are the most consistent mascots in 2008. The whole store is like a museum, showing thousands of years of ancient art in China.

Finally, we saw a hotel that specializes in brewing and selling wine. The proprietress went to the counter enthusiastically, took out some wine glasses and poured some wine for everyone enthusiastically. Because I like drinking, I unceremoniously picked up my glass and brought it to my mouth. Ah, what a delicious smell, faint wine, mellow wine! At that time, I was full of praise for this hotel and this wine. The proprietress explained that this is the hotel's signature wine, called "October Hundred", and it is also a famous wine in Zhouzhuang. It is made of the essence of glutinous rice and the pure natural water in Zhouzhuang through time precipitation. The girl on one side also put aside her worries, raised her glass and drank heavily. Suddenly, she burst into laughter. We walked into the hotel and carefully studied the production process of Zhouzhuang famous wine. Their production technology opened our eyes to the post-80s generation and deeply felt the wisdom and art of the ancients.

I forgot to take a picture for a moment, so I quickly turned on the camera and made a "comprehensive scan" of the proprietress and the hotel.

Zhouzhuang's photography work is being carried out in an intense and orderly manner, and soon we will end our trip. Everyone packed up the cameras and other equipment, and then they dispersed and "had the last close contact" with Zhouzhuang. I've always coveted Kunqu opera, which is the first of a hundred plays, but I haven't had a chance to see it myself. This time I'm in Zhouzhuang, and I just want to find a leisure time to see this artistic treasure, seeing is believing, and listen to the Kunqu opera that has been bothering me for many years. Walking to the Zhouzhuang ancient stage, I was strongly infected before I stepped into the stage hall. The familiar tone spread from the stage to the door and spread in all directions. Strode over, find a place to sit down and calm down. Watching the drama, listening to music, eating grandma's tea, quietly savoring the taste and enjoying the unique charm. ...

At this time, the actors on the stage are performing the drama of Yang Bamei going through customs. Their acting skills are very exquisite, causing bursts of applause and applause from time to time. Even I, a "layman", can't help exclaiming and even applauding, saying that amateurs watch the excitement and experts watch the doorway. As a layman, I saw the "ten years' work" behind the scenes through their superb acting skills. As the saying goes, "One minute on stage, ten years off stage", their efforts have been richly rewarded.

Tell me more about grandma's tea. This is the most famous tea in Zhouzhuang. People in Zhouzhuang said to eat granny tea instead of drinking granny tea. It is said that the most important thing of apo tea is tea. Every household in Zhouzhuang has a big water tank to catch the water falling from the sky. When it's time for tea, scoop some water from the jar into the earthen jar, then put the jar on the hot stove and stew it with dead branches. After the water boils, put the tea leaves into a celadon bowl, first cover the tea lid with a little boiling water, and let the tea fully ferment in it. Then, a cup of delicious granny tea is ready.

Zhouzhuang's trip will soon be over, and everyone will hurry back to Zhengutang to pack their bags. In a short day, Zhouzhuang and I had a strong feeling, as if Yue Lao quietly pulled me and her together with a thin red rope. One end of the red rope is me in tears, and the other end is her watery.

Back to my room, I looked up and down carefully, and every brick, grass and tree in Zhengutang was worth my nostalgia. I can't help but put down my luggage and go back to bed, putting my whole body on the bed that once gave me a good night's dream. Gently touching the thin carpet with broken flowers on the blue background that gave me warmth, I am reluctant to go, and I have a feeling that I am from Zhouzhuang. But in the end, I bid farewell to the deputy manager and administrator of Zhengutang, dragging heavy luggage and choosing to leave.

The second time, facing the big archway at the main entrance of Zhouzhuang, I felt very different from the first time. At this time, I am no longer Dai Yue, but I am obsessed with it, mixed with sadness and joy. It's like parting from the lover who likes you since childhood.

I still can't belong to Zhouzhuang, but I am secular and materialistic outside the Peach Blossom Garden. Quietly, swallow those tears that can't be revealed to your heart. In the end, it condenses into purple crystals in the deep heart, decorating my memories and my pure dreams. ...

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