This classic Jiangnan water town is located in Tongxiang City, Zhejiang Province, with a history of 1000 years. God doomed her to be simple and beautiful, and the ancient town has never been ravaged by war. Time flies, still showing the peerless elegance of bridges, flowing water, tea, music, bamboo dew and banana rain.
Dwellings with white walls and tiles are very distinctive, either deep houses or simple wooden houses, which are patchwork and uneven. The seemingly random layout is extremely exquisite and harmonious in aesthetics. It's like an ink painter who has a plan, and the combination of line, line and surface is just right. Mottled walls and slightly worn eaves tell the story of years of wind and rain. The narrow stone road was smooth and sunken by many people who came and went in a hurry. The ancient ginkgo tree in the Tang Dynasty, the century-old Nandianzhu, records the distant time.
Walking in the winding alleys, you will find that this is a place with a particularly heavy cultural accumulation: Xiuzhen Temple, Tuding Academy, Hundred Bed Museum, Coin Museum and many former residences of officials and businessmen, which maintain the original style and show the glory of the past.
Once in a mansion, the magnificent gatehouse, with brick carvings, plaques and decorations on it, is still clear and beautiful in texture, and the courtyard structure is exquisite and unique, still showing the grandeur and elegance of its owner. Needless to say, the atmosphere of purlin and carved beams and painted buildings is just an aisle connecting the backyard, which is also very exquisite and has its own scenery: white walls and two moon doors, and the aisle passes through the door. On both sides of the door are small fan-shaped windows made of blue bricks. Through the small window, the scenery of the front and back yards is panoramic, the ground paved with blue bricks is flat and clean, and a brown tree in the corner arches to the sky and looks up, which is enormous.
There are many celebrities in Wuzhen. The tour guide pointed to a two-story building with wooden structure and said that Mao Dun, the great literary master, was born in the fourth room upstairs. I think it is not surprising that Mao Dun has produced an "outstanding figure" in such a rich "spiritual land".
In the winding alley, you will occasionally meet several workshops that make batiks, wood carvings and "aunt cakes". The ancient batik process has been passed down from generation to generation, and the ingenious combination of blue and white patterns shows the unique charm of folk handicrafts, especially the rendering effect, just like the morning mist floating on the blue lagoon in a hazy illusion-
It is said that the young people in the town have gone to live in a new place outside the town. I don't know whether it is intentional or difficult to leave my hometown. Most of the old people in the ancient town are repeating the days of reincarnation leisurely, clinging to the old house left by their ancestors and sitting on this natural scenery. Pale white hair and rickety figure, accompanied by antique town, are like an elegant folk piano, playing a harmonious rhythm.
The river passing through Wuzhen is the best embodiment of the water town style.
This charming place is the crowning touch of the ancient town. Water is integrated with towns, and bridges are connected with streets.
This is a river that is not wide. Clear water doesn't know where it comes from and where it flows. The river is filled with a faint mist. Wu Peng's boat was drifting on the river, and the boatman in felt hat shook his oars easily. Wu Peng's hut occasionally floated out of Jiangnan minor, with the unique charm of rural women. A few lazy ducks in the bow are fascinated by their eyes and dreaming dreams that others can't guess. The semi-circular stone arch bridge was built on the river, forming a full moon with the reflection in the water. Wu Peng's boat passed the full moon, and the people on board didn't know that they had become the scenery in the painting.
Here, the river has become a street, and shops and restaurants dotted on both sides of the strait can still show the prosperity and crowing of the year. Houses have been built along the river, and several houses have been built on the river from the shore. You can reach the clear river by reaching out, and the steps made of bluestone slabs extend into the water step by step. With the turning of this water street, the houses are looming, winding under the round stone bridge and extending far away. I can't think of how many boats are left in the depths of the quiet ancient town. A few weeping willows growing on the shore are unwilling to be lonely. They bent down from the gap in the house and stretched out long willows to drink the clear dew by the river. From a distance, they look like a light green ink painting.
The careful tour guide told us that the streets and alleys of Wuzhen are like a confusing chessboard, and strangers can easily get lost. But only when we find this small river with a variety of customs and get on Wu Peng's boat can we cross the stone bridge and go downstream to the place where we entered the town-transfer hospital.
Think of ancient literati: invite romantic poets to gather in the waterfront pavilion by the river and sit by the bar, so happy. Singing in a low voice and playing the harp. Looking at the sunset from a distance, you can enjoy your pride. Looking at the smoke from the kitchen stove, laughing at ancient and modern times.
Wuzhen is a book, a history book with rich culture and delicate writing.
Wuzhen is a poem full of inspiration, tenderness and freshness.
Wuzhen is a song, an old song that has been sung for thousands of years through vicissitudes.
Wuzhen is a painting, an ink and wash landscape painting with appropriate shades, appealing to both refined and popular tastes and profound artistic conception.
Go into Wuzhen, strip off hypocrisy, abandon secularity, and openly show the sincerity and broken heart of human nature.
Walking out of Wuzhen, I forgot my heroism and arrogance. I am eager to purify my spirit and sublimate my soul.
Wuzhen, my holy land.