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Suzhou
Meeting Suzhou was an accident.
The accident was beautiful and unusual. When I was still on my way to Nanxun, Suzhou was not on the edge of my mind.
Many years ago, Suzhou was lost in my memory. Even if I pass by the scenery in my heart occasionally, I don't know where it came from, but there is no bright color at all.
When the word Suzhou is added to the itinerary, all the tiredness disappears instantly, and I am full of energy and rush to the Jiangnan in my dream.
Unlike Nanxun and Wuzhen, Suzhou can still walk leisurely through those ancient stone bridges and alleys even in a very short time.
I can only come and go in a hurry and choose one place to see two places in those dazzling scenery, which is unbearable for my leisurely temper, but I have to give in in the hurry of my schedule.
I have always felt that Suzhou people are actually very generous. Wu Nong's soft words and exquisite panels are a broad mind. Open some ancient books about Suzhou at will, and you will find some magnificent chapters in that elegant and leisurely glance. This is Suzhou people who know life and justice. Therefore, Suzhou has always been beautiful, beautiful face and beautiful soul.
When Suzhou outside the window flies by in front of my eyes like a stroke, I can't help liking it, I can't stop my inner excitement and want to touch it. Suzhou is small, exquisite, silky and not a bit rough. The tone of this foundation is as gentle as the flowing of April streams and springs, and the foundation is as charming as the blooming of February spring flowers.
There are countless landscapes in my memory. When they are fresh and bright in front of you, they are beautiful and irresistible.
The story of Suzhou will make you confused, like falling into the clouds. I was thinking about the charming autumn fragrance in Tang Bohu, but I was attracted by the wisteria stands in Wen Zhiming in spring and autumn. These talented people, those beautiful women, all jumped into your mind when you didn't even think about it and couldn't think of it, and interpreted the old moonlight one after another.
This is not Venice, but Suzhou. Who calls Suzhou "Venice of the East"? Like a frog in a well, it wastes thousands of years of civilization in Suzhou between the lines.
Suzhou is ancient, but it is absolutely evergreen. She sticks to the traditional elegance and exquisiteness, but absorbs fresh elements and blends into the ancient history, so Suzhou can become a paradise that generations of literati dream of.
Suzhou is not a frozen landscape. It's like a boat shuttling through the city. In the light slide, I draw a meaningful picture in my eyes, leaving lines of clear and beautiful broken shadows, becoming the wings of poetry, and splashing gorgeous chapters at the moment when words leap from my heart.
Beijing boasts its atmosphere and profundity all the time, but looking back at those histories, it is inevitable that the marks engraved on the shame column will make people hang their heads one after another. There are many palaces in Beijing, all dreaming of spring in the south of the Yangtze River. They imitate Jiangnan gardens and try to enjoy the charm of spring flowers and autumn moon in the long capital of Huangsha.
However, the capital is full of dignitaries, the dog meat in Zhumen stinks everywhere, the water in the south of the Yangtze River is delicate and smart, the domineering power is shrouded in layers, and the money is stale. All good songs, good songs, seem to have no aura here. No matter how exquisite the building is, there are no legendary stories that shake people's hearts and souls. Those lingering love myths are all cold furnishings, with little cold and warm atmosphere.
Suzhou is full of ink and wash, poems and words everywhere. These poems come from winding water and beautiful purple. Therefore, with the Peach Fairy in the Peach Blossom Temple and Tang Bohu picking peaches to drink, this chic and romantic style is the soul of Suzhou.
I love Suzhou so much, I love the moist and warm breath in her air, I love the charming style in her garden, I like the shyness under Wu Nong's soft language, and I like the clouds flying on the tender red, pink and white.
If a detailed description is needed, it is that no amount of pen and ink is enough, and no amount of color is too light.
So, in this way, Suzhou was left in my heart, and I was intoxicated with the dream of yearning for Jiangnan.
[Humble Administrator's Garden]
It seems unreasonable not to go to Humble Administrator's Garden when you come to Suzhou.
My hotel is only a few steps away from Humble Administrator's Garden, just across the most famous villa in Suzhou-Humble Administrator's Garden.
There are many houses in Zhuozhengdong Garden. The rich man bought himself this villa adjacent to Zhuozheng Garden with a lot of money. I'm afraid it's not just the aftertaste of classical culture.
The weather in Jiangnan is unpredictable, so it will rain if it is good. Just like some moods, I don't know when to come and when to leave.
In fact, Jiangnan gardens are as tasteless as Sichuan cuisine without peppers. This rain is gratifying, at least in the humid air, there are these crystal spirits scrambling to jump into your arms and make you happy.
At this time, it is not a good season to enjoy the garden. Many colorful flowers have fallen, and there are no other red-violet flowers in the garden, let alone a withered lotus listening to the rain. These feelings can't be found, which always makes people feel a little lost.
Feel the beautiful scenery along the winding path, only in this rain will it be more appropriate. Wet slate, dripping flowers and plants, water-like Jiangnan charm, strong penetration.
The rain didn't discourage tourists. Many people would rather get caught in the rain than browse the garden thoroughly. Because I often spend half a day in the gardens in Beijing, the Humble Administrator's Garden doesn't give me much amazing feeling, but the coolness and gentleness of this garden are not available in the royal gardens in Beijing.
My humble administrator's garden is as fine as a fine brushwork, and there is nothing wrong with it. Unlike some beautiful women who can only look at it roughly, they can look at it carefully with a microscope. Even if the lead is washed away, there is still an elegant and meticulous beauty. It's like a northern beauty and a southern beauty standing together. The beauty in the north is superior in momentum, but they can't be understood inside and outside, so the texture of the skin is unconsciously regrettable. The beauty in the south of the Yangtze River is as quiet as a virgin, carefully sliding her delicate skin with her fingertips, giving her the smoothness like satin and the warmth like congealed fat.
There are not many red flowers in the garden, but among the picturesque grass trees, we found some other charms. Green has always been the best makeup point, full of green, kissed by clear rain, more beautiful, just like walking in heaven.
Water is the best interpretation of Humble Administrator's Garden, just as Jiangnan is no longer a Jiangnan without water, the soul depends on it and cannot be abandoned.
Almost all the scenery will become smart because of a little water, even if the desert becomes shallow because of that small oasis, it will make people feel excited. Ubiquitous water, around here, around there, staggered among lush layers of trees and flowers. At this time, the best poem can only be compared to "the white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side."
This is a beautiful woman who has stood in the water for hundreds of years. Countless people admire her and can't afford to get drunk under her appearance. Wu men's smoke and water infiltration, Tang and Song poetry books, think about it, is there anything more fascinating than this?
A dream of red mansions, without the essence of humble administrator's garden, how can it be immortal? Strolling under Sister Lin's flower wall and crossing the stone bridge she touched, how many clouds and light smoke slipped through her palm, and how many regrets were not as good as the song of burying flowers at this time.
The petals of oleander float on the lake in the wind and rain. This is the first time I have paid so much attention to this flower in the water. The flowers glistened on the branches and fell into the water, but they were so crystal clear. Water is her dream boat, and wind is her dream paddle. In the pursuit and lingering, how many flowers rhyme, how many Shui Piao, above the lake, there is a secluded atmosphere, a quiet melancholy.
Flowers in the water, how many prosperous dreams are shattered, how many love and hate are indulged. I sigh so lightly, but there is no decline and glory of Cao Xueqin in The Red Chamber.
Another burst of rain came at a fast speed, and the sound of cable on the banana leaves was far and near, and you could see Yagyu Pavilion just around the corner. There are quite a few people looking for her, but suddenly looking back, it smells bleak. Sitting here for a nap, I feel as comfortable as a fairy, and I don't want to move my steps to see those elaborate pavilions.
Close your eyes and listen to the rain, and savor the phrase "the old rain shines on the garden, and the tea piano blows before the wind." If a cup of green tea is in hand and a guqin is flicked at this time, what a pleasant enjoyment. The old owner of this garden lives like a fairy, which makes me envy and hate that I can't retreat through time and space, even if I am a breeze, and see his leisurely and quiet life. This wishful thinking can only be imagined by a visionary like me.
18 golden flower gallery is hard not to remind people of Jin Yong's fairy sister. It is in this flower gallery that a beautiful woman, Rainbow Yuyan, looks unusually watery, otherwise she is just an ordinary thing, so she is called Duan Yu's spaced out. It is through here that Jin Yong is afraid of having such a fairy-like sister.
In Humble Administrator's Garden, the beauty never fails, but dances and sleeps with the song. The sun and the moon are like plates, and the years fly by.
[Tiger Hill]
If you come to Suzhou instead of Tiger Hill, you will leave regrets. This was said by Su Dongpo thousands of years ago.
When I came to Tiger Hill many years ago, the surrounding environment was still desolate, but now I am as busy as a bee. This tone is actually not suitable for Tiger Hill. It seems impetuous and noisy, but I am worried that the traffic will disturb the fragrance of beautiful women in the forest.
Crossing these worldly customs and stepping on the stone bridge, I feel far away from the world of mortals. Deep and secluded Woods, patchwork terrain, a circle of clear river water and a restless heart will calm down unconsciously here.
I just stood on the stone bridge and watched the boat cross the bridge. In that quiet and clear shadow, the sun broke like a star, breaking into countless flowers, gathering and dispersing in the fading sound, dreaming the shadows one after another, and falling into poetry in my indifferent feelings.
This is not a mountain, so it is a hill. But it also confirms the sentence: the mountain is not high, and the fairy is not famous.
No matter the poems or articles here, countless celebrities and poets have written them. Even on the rock walls of different heights, the handwriting of famous artists is carved thick or thin. I will be very free, so I don't have to worry about writing. When I look up casually, there will be beautiful words and phrases in my arms. I can't believe it.
Most men come for the sword pool, and I just want to mourn one woman.
Her stories are not sentimental, nor romantic, but endless lamentations. I often wonder if she will regret jumping out of the window if she knows the fragrance. No matter how many poems and songs mourn, what is more beautiful and moving than being with the person you really love?
Poems are piled up, not as lonely as the "heavy color" son. If there is an afterlife, will Zhenniang fly with him without hesitation? I don't want Hua Zhong under the shadow of the green vine, and I don't want the shallow sigh and sorrow of this scholar.
In the history of Tiger Hill, a real mother is like a drop in the ocean. There are many kings and princes, painters and scholars here, but only the fragrant soul of Hua Zhong makes me wander again and again.
Without Hua Zhong, would there be no flowers at Sister Lin's funeral? It is more like a portrayal of the infatuated prince. "People who bury flowers today laugh, and those who bury flowers next year will know who it is." Think that year, when his mother Xiang died, what was the difference between his mood and Sister Lin's funeral? Flowers fade and will always be dressed up again in the coming year, but people's life has passed like this.
Suzhou people treat this unlucky brothel woman well, and she is not eclipsed by the emperor and princes because of her humble position. Those thousand-year-old Hua Hudie have sung thousands of poems and songs, adding more beautiful and charming customs to Tiger Hill.
Just like the more ancient Yue Nv, she didn't hate her because of her national subjugation. These people in Suzhou still love her beauty and her stories, carefully protecting every old relic she left behind, and constantly painting her with more vivid colors in the changes of years, which will last forever. This is the Suzhou people who love beauty, and this is the Suzhou people who are peaceful and tolerant, so Suzhou will be preserved in the historical situation.
Love these beautiful scenery, Mo Ruo said that he loves Suzhou people's sea-like mind, free from vulgarity and detachment. Without these beautiful qualities, this Millennium Tiger Hill cannot be beautiful. Even those foreigners are moved by this graceful and poetic temperament, and they can't help but feel deeply, warming themselves, softening their hearts and adding more romantic legends and beautiful stories to her.
However, Suzhou people are not that kind of cowardly people. Although they are so gentle, so calm, so carefree, but they have never written the mark of real shame on this land. It's still the 3,000 buried swords, cold but firm but gentle. Suzhou people have absorbed all its essence, and Suzhou people under firm but gentle should have chivalrous feelings.
For example, I like the legend that Fu Cha died in the State of Wu, and the people of the State of Wu took the city and changed their surname to Wu. In the Ming Dynasty, it was impressive that Wei Zhongxian confronted the treacherous court official and searched for the heroism and courage of Lindong party member. After Wei Zhongxian was wiped out, when the whole country thanked the emperor, Suzhou people erected a monument at the foot of Huqiu Mountain and buried five ordinary citizens who died in the struggle. Enjoy the same courtesy as those celebrities and gentlemen, and be buried with the princes in this clear sea and beautiful scenery. This is the normal heart of Suzhou people, indomitable, neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor supercilious.
Walking out of the Tiger Hill, there is still a feeling of "fishing on the railing under the shade of willow, leaning against the threshold to draw the lotus fragrance into the cold", and there is still the murmur of Lu Yu and Cha Sheng's "The Third Spring on Earth", and there are still jasmine flowers blooming in front of us, and the fragrance is wonderful all over the world.