Jiangnan a let the cherished place, a place for emperors to linger, a in the hearts of everyone are soft and beautiful place… Today, I came to a long time with the excitement of the south.
My family came to the ancient city of Hangzhou Jiangnan, is just a sunny day. The beautiful scenery of the city of Hangzhou in our eyes.
Hangzhou City intact preserved a large number of Ming and Qing Dynasties, the layout of the old layout has remained unchanged for a long time. A small river passes through the city, like the ancient city to a green belt around the. On both sides of the river within ten meters, and the Yangtze River than seem worth mentioning, but it has its unique meaning. So that the daughter of a humble family, delicate. The river is a stone seat, carved white jade belt. The river from the boat through, which is the motherland four Xinjiang tourists.
In the old alleys through, look around, see all the old house is having an antique flavour. Corner high eaves of houses, wooden carved pavilion. Man seems to be back to the past, I raised the camera to record everything down. The ancient courtyard often planted with trees and some trees, apricot, some begonia. The road on the left countless people stepped on the left corner of the potholes, everywhere in the growth of moss tells the ancient town. However, this is just a small town, and it makes the other side has not been revealed by many people amazing.
We lived in the city of seven or eight days in the Antique Hotel, the last day of the trip to the south, the sky is getting dark, began to rain. I stood at the door of the hotel, looking at the rain in the south. This is different from most of the rain rain on both sides of the Changjiang River. The rain is misty, light, quietly and soundless and stirless, infiltration of the whole world. Readily open to buy an umbrella, walking in the deep area. Thinking about when wanting to see city finally one eye, but had not thought of, this before leaving the last glimpse, but let me saw the most exciting scene.
An umbrella walking in the city, around the quiet desolate. Habitually step into a lane, lane is full of a large house yard, the hospital more or less planted a seguinii, but always shy want to open the is not open.
No, apricot and pear yesterday was full Begonia in the smoke of the rain. Rain will be that a tree pink wipe open, in the whole city, but also into the bottom of my heart. I was amazed. Then, take a deep breath, moist air dew with flowers and ancient charm deeply into my lungs. In the hands of the umbrella I do not know when it has been put away, with open arms to open up the sky and the rain to a deep hug. A shower and I bumped into the rain, through my clothes and my skin embrace, a cool, leisurely will not see.
The Jiangnan rain ethereal, every drop has its life, like hair, like hairs, played a rain dance in the air. The whole city of Hangzhou was shrouded in smoke rain, like in a thick fog mabukai. Corner of the green into the eyes, patches of moss in the rain exudes the green light, it is contains numerous vitality of dark green, that is after the rain in the moss.
Walk in the river, suddenly very want to find the boat, for a moment, finally found a man willing to boating in the rainy day. The old man punting on the prow, there is a desk in the cabin, on the table there is a pot of hot tea, it is in order to keep the guests. From the end of the ancient porcelain cup looked thin, a green liquid, in the hands of a warm. To smell, a fragrance into the lungs. Micro sip, a bitter. This is tea, but why I’m a little tipsy? With blurred look at both sides, the whole courtyard wall corner Jiangnan hidden in the smoke in the rain. You see a few pink color, and ethereal fantasy. The rain in the fog of the ancient city of beautiful fantasy, like a mirage like illusion but true. The sunshine in Hangzhou at the moment is like a distant dream, so far, only a blurred eyes. The whole people drunk, drunk in the rain and fog in the south of the Yangtze river.
Before leaving the glance, I saw the most beautiful jiangnan. Now I know why it makes so many people dream, why so many emperors indulge in pleasures without stop. This wonderful means that is not white Ming, to your own experience.
Before leaving the glance, though it is back in an instant, but also is the eternal memories. The misty rain, really beautiful.