2. Imitation: Running and jumping, the wind suddenly rushes in the streets. It was the wind chimes on the veranda that kept ringing, and the child whose hat was blown off by the wind suddenly began to cry. The sound of "whoops" came from the place where the wind liked to play. The structure of that building is so unique, can wind energy miss this good opportunity to sing? The harder you play, the more helpless the building sounds. It was a bit like a flute, but suddenly it became the wail of a spectre crying, which startled people.
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(1) A curved wooden paddle stirred leisurely on the surface of the water, and the stone bridges, buildings, shadows reflected in the water, as well as larks in the sky, were smashed to pieces by this unhurried wooden paddle, smashed into colorful light spots, blurred and flashing, like a long colorful satin swaying in the wind, and no one could describe its hazy and dazzling patterns. ...
② What is more poetic than boating in Zhouzhuang River? Little wooden boats glided slowly in the narrow river, and arched bridge opening passed overhead one by one. Zhenfeng Bridge, Fuan Bridge, Shuangqiao ... The ancient stone bridges have their own shapes and styles. After crossing a bridge, the scenery has changed. Pedestrians standing on the bridge looked down at the boat in the river, while passengers sitting on the boat looked up at the people on the bridge, never tired of looking at each other. Both sides have moved eyes.
(3) The rivers in Zhouzhuang are well-shaped, and streets and buildings are separated by rivers. But there are bridges on the river, and stone bridges skillfully connect the ancient towns into one. It is said that in those days, a large family could row boats into houses, backyards of luxury houses, and ponds where boats were moored. Such a sight can only be seen in Venice. When foreigners come to Zhouzhuang, what impresses them most is the water here and all the scenery connected with water.
I have been to Zhouzhuang three times, twice in spring and once in winter. I have visited this town by boat every time, but every time I left a different impression. The first time I went to Zhouzhuang, it was mid-spring. It was raining lightly that day, and the ancient town was shrouded in rain and fog. In the drifting rain and fog, stone bridges and roofs are looming. On that day, I took a boat trip with an umbrella and saw an ink painting on rice paper. The second time I went to Zhouzhuang was in winter. It just snowed all night. Before the snow covered the ancient town, the sun had already touched the earth through the clouds. In the dazzling sunshine, you can see the snow everywhere in the ancient town. On the roadside, the roof, the treetops and the stone steps by the river, pools of snow reflect the sunshine and are dazzling. Ancient masonry and fresh white snow are interlaced, black and white, like a print with strong color contrast. In the sun, the snow is melting, and the sound of dripping water and running water can be heard everywhere. It drips water under the eaves of the side street, the railings of the stone arch bridge and the bridge opening are dripping water, and the falling snowflakes seem to be oozing from the crevices along the stone river. Listen carefully, the underwater sound is like crying, like mysterious and distant Jiangnan silk and bamboo, wrapped in all kinds of tenderness, rising from the ground. Such a sound can never be imitated by human musical instruments.
The last time I went to Zhouzhuang was also in spring, but it was in the evening. It was a warm spring night and Zhouzhuang was holding a tourism festival. The ancient town regards this day as a grand festival. Old buildings and winding streets are covered with flashing colored lights, and the lights are reflected in the river, turning the river into a colorful light belt. A night cruise by boat feels like entering a dream. The boatswain is a 30-year-old peasant woman, rocking the oars skillfully and easily. The boat glided slowly on the calm river. Behind us, the trajectory of the ship and the scratches on the oars remain on the water, becoming an overflowing light spot, and the reflection in the water becomes vague and elusive. When the ship passed an arch bridge, there was a burst of music in front of it, and the water suddenly became crystal clear, as if there were flickering fluorescence coming out of the water. When the boat turned over bridge opening, people found a boat with colored lights coming on the next crossing channel. In the hut, several local farmers are fiddling with silk thread. Before I could have a closer look, the boat had turned a corner and disappeared into the bridge opening behind, leaving only the sound of strings of bamboo pipes floating on the undulating river stirred by wooden boats ... Our boat rowed to the end of the ancient town, the lights were dim, the river was restored to its original appearance, and stars were shining on the calm water. Looking up from the river, I saw the uneven roofs, and outlined their tortuous black outlines in the dark blue sky. Suddenly, a string of glittering and translucent light spots flew from the dark roof, like a group of fireflies flying in the sky, drawing dark red light in the dark. With the crisp explosion, the small light spots turned into colorful fireworks in full bloom all over the sky, and the sky and the earth were brightly lit by fireworks. The ancient town, which has been hidden in the night, is undergoing rapid changes under the colorful fireworks. At this time, the original dark roof is like a mountain swept by rosy clouds, and the dignified ink line has also become a lively and flowing colorful light. The most wonderful thing, of course, is the river beside me. The splendor and brilliance of the sky all fell into the water. The calm and deep river suddenly turned into a swaying band of light, and the riverside buildings flashing with fireworks were reflected in the water, like faces looking up at the sky from the bottom of the river. They disappeared into the water before I could see their faces clearly. When a new round of fireworks blooms in the air, they emerge from the distant water, but it is another expression. At this time, cheers of surprise came from all directions of the ancient town. The beauty in the sky is fleeting, but the surprise on the ground is spreading. ...
It's hard for me to forget this wonderful evening. It was a fantastic night. Zhouzhuang became like a magical fairy tale in the silent night. The long history and colorful reality of the ancient town are rippling in the water waves stirred by bamboo poles and wooden paddles.
2 author's works
He is the author of essays such as Wind, Old Pianist You, Grass of Life, Venus by the Sea, Stumbling, Love on Earth, Soul of Poetry, Selected Essays of Zhao, Notes of Islanders, Charm of Life, Poems, Coral and Silent Holly.
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Reading & gt Feeling
"Clear running water can make your skin, and the key of Shuangqiao is just hanging on your waist." Are you Jasper Water? Zhouzhuang, the first time I read about you, I was moved by your innocent and simple town. The silky water surface, fresh and elegant temperament, and the melodious singing of the little girl shine unique highlights in the long history of China for 5,000 years.
For many years, Jiangnan has been like a dream, the Jiangnan that has been dreamed of for thousands of years. Come back to Jiangnan with me.
I think the dream of Jiangnan started from this charming Zhouzhuang! Elegant and ethereal ink paintings, prints with strong color contrast, colorful dream scrolls and colorful lights. These paintings shape the dream of Zhouzhuang, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which makes people feel that this out-of-print Zhouzhuang is alive, such as Daiyu's sentimentality and versatility; Such as Zhaojun's exquisite elegance, elegant and free and easy;
For example, breathing and tears.
The sunset glow is fading, the years are fading and brilliant, and how many times the night opens, the pure and beautiful Zhouzhuang exudes her charm to people.
Zhouzhuang, the first water town in China, you are beautiful, beautiful. ...
It is often said that "there is no beauty in one's life, but there is a lack of eyes to find beauty." The so-called beautiful mountains and waters are not as beautiful as people.
How much has remained in people's memory through the ages?
Li Qingzhao, intelligent, thoughtful, free and easy, and sincere, came to people gently and brought her poems and songs.
It also brought her patriotic enthusiasm and added luster to China's literary treasure house. Zhaojun went to the fort only for the friendly development of the two countries and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. She left her native land and set foot in a foreign land, contributing to the traditional Chinese virtues. Yuan Longping, a real cultivator, has solved the problem of feeding 300 million people in China/KLOC. In China's agricultural career, she worked hard day and night, tried again and again, and struggled constantly. They, the masters who know how to live, shed sweat in people's memory and gained a good reputation. Because they are unknown, selfless and fearless, they are a kind of beauty in themselves. This beauty transcends death and creates classics. This kind of beauty is for the country and the people, willing to sacrifice the ego and care for everyone. This kind of beauty is earth-shattering and makes people cry. Beautiful atmosphere, beautiful momentum, beautiful domineering.
Dedication is a kind of beauty, but it should be an ending beauty. What about the beauty of craftsmanship? I think, the beauty of the process should be the beauty of tenacious struggle in adversity!
Look! Did you see Grandpa Lu Xun writing in the middle of the night? Even under the attack of the dark forces, he took a pen as a gun and struggled all his life to save the country and the people. He was undaunted in the face of difficulties, but he persevered after failure. Under the attack of darkness, his figure looks so tall ... Listen! Have you ever heard of Beethoven? have you finished? A great creation even in the case of blindness, a tune that breaks the human mind, but in such a cruel reality, relying on the dream of music, relying on the power of persistence, struggling tenaciously in adversity, efforts do not flow. This beauty is gripping. This kind of beauty that never gives up in the face of difficulties is deeply rooted in people's hearts. This kind of beauty tells people that no matter what the result is, I am the most beautiful as long as I have struggled.
Zhouzhuang is beautiful in water and human spirit. Although they are two different concepts, they will become the brightest ribbons and be scattered around the world.
Thank you. Zhouzhuang is so beautiful. This means a lot to me. ......