The long journey consumed a lot of my energy. After a long day's sleep, I feel a lot thicker, clearer and more active. Relatives who have just moved to Suzhou for two years said that the nearest garden is the Master of Nets Garden, so you can visit it nearby first. All right, that's it.
The garden is hidden deep in the back street. It was born in the Southern Song Dynasty, formerly known as "Aftersound". Its owner is an official who has been in the officialdom for many years and is tired of bureaucratic activities. In the early Qing Dynasty, it was changed to "Master Wang Garden". The tour guide said it was the smallest private house in the ancient city of Suzhou. It is famous for its small and exquisite, and still maintains the style of the complete house and garden of the old aristocratic family in Suzhou. It's been built several times now, and it's smaller than before.
As soon as you enter the garden gate, it is the sedan chair hall, which is the preparation hall for the owner to travel. The owner of the hall is a beautifully carved wooden sedan chair parked on the right hand side, which carries the owner in and out of this intoxicating garden with trees everywhere in Cui Hua. Turn the car hall and you'll get to Wanjuan Hall. Wanjuantang, also known as Wufeng Bookstore, was named after Li Bai's poem "Five Old Peaks in the Southeast of Lushan Mountain, Jin Furong was cut out of the sky". Simple servants, armchairs and tea tables in the hall are poetic. The bookshelf is empty, but from the appearance, there are indeed many books. Named Wanjuantang, it is magnificent and has the meaning of crouching tiger, hidden dragon in this small room. It can be seen that his master is deeply tired of his official career and his pursuit of seclusion in reading and nourishing his nature is true. There are fish fishing, books to read, no leisure, intrigue with officials, intrigue with brutal officials.
Say goodbye to Wanjuan Hall, turn a section of wooden corridor and face a beautiful and dignified second floor. Questioning its "sublimity" not only touches a sore spot, but the quiet boudoir that people yearn for now is originally the evil result of the ancient autocratic system. Standing on the roof, you can see the widest world that aristocratic ladies can see. Only pedestrians and all the scenery in the garden. As for the traffic outside, the noble garden deep in this alley disdains to get along with it. I don't want to indulge in the filth of officialdom, and I don't want to spend a short life among ordinary parents. Only one person can be left in the corner silently. Fortunately, the master is still rich and can maintain a lofty but not poor life. In order to pass away loneliness, ladies can grind everything carefully. However, the more they grind, the more delicate their minds are and the stronger their feelings are. Finally, I can only get married according to my parents' instructions and continue to thread needles in another boudoir. Only. Since the owner of Netscape has liberated himself from the officialdom, why can't he care about his daughters and liberate them from the small boudoir? Now that you have seen through the ugliness of autocracy, why are you still clinging to a legacy of autocracy? ..... Maybe you can't blame the webmaster. He has lived in officialdom for a long time, but he can't cope with its ups and downs. So he had to settle down in a corner of the town in order to devote himself wholeheartedly to it. How can he rest assured that he is the apple of his eye and wander the rivers and lakes alone? What's more, the society at that time was completely owned by men. Even if the webmaster is interested in cultivating her daughters' ability to be independent from the world, I am afraid that after experiencing some unimaginable hardships, she will never be able to gain an aboveboard identity and status in society for the rest of her life. It's not easy for her father to read and write, is it? !
The most unique thing about the small garden is that there are many pavilions for viewing the scenery. When enjoying the plum blossoms in early spring, outside the bamboo forest, the plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the spring cold is still there, and the interest in enjoying the flowers is not diminished. At the end of spring, the feeling of enjoying flowers will be moved to some Chun Zhu slippers. There are peonies in slippers, which are eye-catching and pleasing to the eye The garden owner also holds a peony flower party every year, which attracts many literati to leave flowers. Nowadays, it does not show off with the pen and ink of celebrities, nor does it brag about its glorious past. In this way, it greets every visitor with a simple heart and leaves the once glory to the taste of silence. And in the future, face it calmly. When summer is hot, there are cool places to go, pavilions across the water, afternoon tea, poems and songs, and reading to enjoy the cool. Isn't this life more blessed than the emperor?
The stream outside the pavilion is connected with the moat in Suzhou by an culvert. The river in the moat is like green leaves. Sanitation personnel paddle simple boats from time to time to pick up floating scraps of paper and dead branches and leaves of trees by the river. As soon as the water in the moat enters Netscape Garden, it becomes serious and solemn. It flows gently, for fear of taking away the leisure and happiness in the garden. It carefully and piously defended the mood of the garden owner, carefully and intensively shielded the noise and pollution outside, and then walked out of the garden safely. Who can understand the mind of the stationmaster better than the garden?
If the years push you into the bleak autumn again, you can still lean on the wind pavilion and wait for the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, see the loneliness of Yutu and Chang 'e in the distance, and think about their deep admiration for human feelings. With sweet-scented osmanthus for fun, eight sweet-scented osmanthus will warm the increasingly bleak days.
Winter has come, and it seems even worse. I only see that the flowers are gone, people are infinitely nostalgic, the branches and leaves are withered, and there is no snowflake falling gently. Compared with my bold northern hometown, the wind is only slightly cold, not unforgettable. Only when the cold plums are in full bloom will they stubbornly and firmly add a little grandeur to winter. For me, a northerner, it seems a little lost that I can't see the vast snow in winter. In winter in the south of the Yangtze River, if there is snow, it is also a flash in the pan, and it falls on the ground, leaving a miserable cold, like a small garden that can't dominate the fate, such as people.
Swim back to the sedan chair hall and look back at Netscape Park, paying infinite attention to the fact that there is a stream flowing in my heart. ...