Teacher Wang asked to say something, which really put me off writing. Since beauty is an artistic conception, we have to pay attention to harmony and loneliness. Without scenery, how can people understand its beauty? I thought about it before I started writing, but I was finally hurt by my husband's "one point": I wanted to write about the way of drinking tea, but I always thought about the fine porcelain cup for making tea. I don't know what it would be like if I changed the beverage bottle to one filled with tea. I want to write about football, but my mind is full of dynamic and static, from lawn to players to formation and style, all of which are indispensable ... Finally, I gave up my husband's request and made Zhouzhuang interesting with the book "The Beauty of Two Bridges".

1 1 going to Zhouzhuang was really a mistake: people were pushed and people were squeezed, except people. I'm really worried that the narrow double bridge will be crushed or someone will be pushed off the bridge. Ordinary people are busy and crowded. Naturally, ordinary people can't coax people out of a town like some leaders, so that the first water town in the south of the Yangtze River can be quiet. Of course, there are gains and losses, and leaders are still worried about being shot. I'm not worried. It doesn't matter if there are many people. If you look with your heart, you can still enjoy the beautiful scenery everywhere.

Since we borrowed Shuangqiao as the topic, of course, we should mention Shuangqiao first. If Chen Yifei hadn't targeted it, if Americans hadn't given it to the elderly, I don't know if it would be lucky enough for me to use it as a topic today. Just kidding, but Zhouzhuang, especially Shuangqiao, is really famous for this painting. Shuangqiao is beautiful, but there are too many people to take pictures. I don't know who designed the double bridge, but I can come up with such a good idea. The two bridges are so cleverly placed on such a river: the circular arch bridge is located on the east side of the rhombic arch bridge, and the arc and straight line are in harmony. Although it is a right angle, it is not rigid. One side is round, the other side is martial, the other side is loose, the other side is rigid and the other side is soft. The round arch bridge standing on the river is gentle and lovely, lying down, smiling and watching the cruise ship pass slowly under the bridge, experiencing wind and rain without vicissitudes, like Zhouzhuang's first impression: simple and kind; The rhombic arch bridge on one side is slightly higher than the circular arch bridge by two steps. Shen Yi was speechless and could only secretly carry people's hurried footsteps, many storms and many worries. Perhaps I am born to like the character of Zhouzhuang people, hardworking and strong. Shuangqiao, like Zhouzhuang people, is soft outside and rigid inside, maintaining the endless life of the town.

Of course, we can't talk about bridges without talking about rivers. I don't know what that narrow river is called. I don't know, even Suzhou River. Go with the flow, you can drift out of the tranquility of Zhouzhuang and into the prosperity of Shanghai. No one knows how much lead the Suzhou River has washed away and how much evil it has shed, but the water in Zhouzhuang is clean. At first, the wind wrinkled the water surface, and the green hose shook the boat full of laughter. With the creaking sound of paddles, it floated across the golden water surface, splashing and swaying away, leaving deep waves to gradually calm down. When I was in Sri Lanka, I deliberately sat at the bow, facing the autumn wind blowing from the river and looking at the bustling streets and tourists on both sides of the strait, feeling that the river was full of comfort away from the hubbub. I was surprised to find that there was also a man sitting on the bow of the oncoming ship, next to the rower; Suddenly I heard the song "Singing Girl", which is Mandarin with a strong Kunshan accent. When I looked up again, I saw the man smiling kindly. I know those two people run a husband-and-wife shop, but it doesn't matter whether the tourists know or not, whether they guess or not. The key is that they all understand what Jiangnan is and what a water town is. Parents and friends behind them are talking to the man rocking the boat. The simplicity and kindness that inadvertently flowed between the lines really touched people. It turned out that the man didn't open a husband-and-wife file because his wife was ill in bed. He is busy boating, watching the pond in his spare time and earning money to see his wife. When asked about children, he replied that his wife was in poor health after she went through the door, so they never had children, and he was very worried about her health. Asked if he wanted children, he replied that his wife wanted children very much, but he refused. Although he wants to, they plan to adopt a girl after her recovery and raise her to the old age. The man's words made me look back at his face silently, an ordinary Chinese face, but this ship, how fascinating!

Talk about the river without talking about the shore. The houses on both sides of the river are really old, weak and broken. I'm afraid that a loud roar will shake off a brick and a tile-the house by the water will always be like this. There are few people on the shore, they are all small shops, the smallest is a few square meters, and the largest is a teahouse, with 100 to 10 square meters. The most famous sign of the food store is the greasy hoof under the light. The fragrance permeates the streets, making people who love to eat swallow their saliva and stare at the bright and dazzling shop. Afraid of greasy goose bumps, hold your breath and sneak into the store to find some souvenirs. A dazzling array of small things still makes people roll their eyes: agarwood flower celadon boxes, beautifully inlaid snuff bottles, pearl towers strung with pearls in Taihu Lake, vases of various dynasties ... I was finally attracted by the hanging old Shanghai posters. The beauty who pointed at the "Hudson" cigarette has faded away because of the passage of time, but the misty prosperity in her eyes is more firm. Asked the price, the little boss smiled and replied, "Look, this is not for sale." Not very disappointed, and then suddenly: of course, don't cherish the beauty selfishly. Next to the shop is a batik shop. The dyed cloth is blue and white, monotonous, simple and natural. The waiters and waitresses in Zhouzhuang scenic spots all stood clearly in Hanfu made of this cloth. I just picked up a bag and wanted to take a closer look, but "I suddenly heard the singing on the shore", and then the crowd surged and forced me out of the store. Looking back for a while, I turned to find that the song came from a group of women singing and dancing in front. They are tall and short, but they also wear batik cloth and headscarves. E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e. A group of people in the museum are listening to the singing of tin opera with great interest. Singing opera is also a couple's file. Men play erhu and women sing opera. There are many kinds of operas, ranging from minor in old Shanghai to traditional Chinese opera, Shaoxing opera and Kunqu opera. I don't know how to sing, but there is one word that can describe the sound: sweet.

When I finally left Zhouzhuang, I didn't have any souvenirs except the ticket and three photos, but after getting on the bus, I suddenly found that my heart was in Shuangqiao.