In the morning, when you shuttle through the silky fog, this curiosity begins. Dew moistens the bluestone road, and there is a slight sound when the cloth shoes step on it. What is budding? The purple core of paulownia flower falls silently, so soft that it seems to break when pinched, and flies away when blown. What kind of shyness is hidden inside? From far and near, from near to far, the sound of shaking "creak-creak" passed through the fog and disappeared silently in the ear. Who is humming? When the fog cleared, all this seemed to be pulled away from the dream. Where did they go?
I can only go on with curiosity.
There are tinkling springs in the depths of Shikumen, and little girls in Jiangnan are humming with pipa. Her fingertips are like running water in front of this door, smart and leaving no trace, leaving only a few clear sounds. Where did this voiceless sound come from? The old lady next door combed a shiny bun and came out with a basket. She said softly, "Zhang, come, let's buy zongye on Dragon Boat Festival!" " Then, a handsome and amiable middle-aged woman came out, laughing and blaming: "Early in the morning!" " "Then they disappeared at the end of the slate street. Where did they go?
What are you looking for to unlock my curiosity?
It's just a dream in the garden.
"Look at this colorful world ..." I followed Du Liniang's train of thought to solve the mystery. The beauty in the court is pitiful, but what is more pitiful is your own heart; The beauty of this city is beautiful, but the most attractive thing is the charm in her bones! For two thousand years, it was Wu Zixu's Xiangtu who tasted the water, Mo Xie, the brave general, the clogs tinkling in the pavilions and palaces, and the endless ripples in the simple spring water, which cast the city's character. What are you curious about? We wonder why she is so fresh and moving, and the answer is to live in seclusion during this time. You can say that the landscape precipitated her, or that she was integrated into the landscape; You can say that Wu people shaped her, or that she nurtured these people. I couldn't help laughing, and my doubts immediately dissipated. When the city asked us questions, these "where did it come from" and "how did it come from" also gave us answers.
A flower and a world, from the waves in front of the door, we seem to see the bones of Pingjiang City. This is the answer she gave us.
The beauty of this city lies in that it arouses our curiosity.
The beauty of the city lies in that she gave you the most wonderful answer.