endless roses

Chapter 34
Go to Beisita, get off at Exit [-], and then find that Exit [-] is actually closer.

Go forward from Taohuawu Street, pass a Longquan real estate agency, turn right, enter the alley and go straight, it is more than two meters wide, and there are old-fashioned residential buildings in Suzhou on the left and right.West Dayingmen Road, the map shows that there is a Wang's Liquor in front.

On the steps outside some courtyards there are domesticated flowers and potted plants.

The eaves corners of Su-style dwellings are different from those in my hometown. Taizhou is a bit domineering, like the "捷" of a brush extending outward, while the eaves corners of Suzhou City are more formal, with rules and restraint.

Stone brick road, the color is not dark.The walls are old, and I think big-character posters were posted in the past. Although these houses look old, in fact, each small house is worth tens of millions. Taohuawu is the highest housing price here, but the streets and alleys are extremely peaceful and peaceful. , motorcycles and electric vehicles are still the main tools.

A few leisurely jazz and country music were playing in the earphones, and I walked lightly and held an umbrella. Jiangnan women should be oil-paper umbrellas, no matter if they are solid colors or floral ones, which are not poetic, they are black umbrellas with bunny prints.

The square foam box on the ground contained green onions, chrysanthemum chrysanthemums, celery and some other things I couldn't name, and was covered with a waste cotton coat.There is a smell of stewed meat in the air, probably someone is busy with dinner.There are a few small shops, not all of which are old doors, and some anti-theft doors are too new to appear abrupt.

Sheets and shirts that have been dried, underwear, gray and old electric meters side by side in twos and threes.

Going forward, the North Temple Pagoda can be seen in the parallel line of sight on the right, the road gradually widens, and several cars are parked.An old woman pushing a basket of vegetables passed me by.

There are birdsong from time to time.

A palm tree was planted in front of a three-story house. At the end of the road, tall buildings were faintly visible in the distance. On the right was a dilapidated hut, and electric cars were covered like silver rabbit ears.

Three elderly people were basking in the sun, they looked over.I turned left here, and there is a construction site in front of me. Go straight toward Daying Street. The road is more open. There is probably some commercial area to be built on the right. There are some mulberry tree branches and leaves sticking out of the courtyard wall on the left, and red posters are posted on the wall. The banner reads: "Everyone cleans their homes and protects the thousand-year-old ancient city of Gusu—Jinchang Street Proclamation."Jinchang Street, Changmen.And my hometown, the ancestors on the land of Santai, migrated from Changmen during Yongle of Ming Dynasty and Shunzhi of Qing Dynasty, and came here to reclaim wasteland. I guess it may be after the war (such as Jiading Deserted City) to make up for the gap. Now there There are also the names of "Shaoyang Ancient Town", "Hailing Former Site" and "Chushui", which belong to the Weiyang area. My father was unified in Yangzhou. In this way, Suzhou is not only a metaphysical hometown, but also a real hometown. The home of my ancestors.

Go straight, pass the quiet and simple courtyards, there are children running under the maple tree, someone stops with a white dog, the spring breeze is warm, the sun is gentle, needless to say.

Enter Qianxin Street on the left, and rockery and bamboo are placed outside the courtyard on the right. Let me remember Banqiao, which big family it is.Within a few tens of meters, there is only one place that can be used as a scenic spot. A middle-aged man should know what I am here, and he stretched out his hand to show me the way. Some blend.

I took the umbrella and put it in my arms, and the poodle passed by all the time. I greeted it, and now it's "In dreams", and it came back to look at me again.

There is a pavilion ahead, with maple leaves swaying on the left and right of the path, and a crabapple at the corner.The door leading to the corridor in the pavilion is locked, a modern stainless steel lock.So I stood in the pavilion to blow the air, because the stone chair was a little dirty, I didn't want to sit on it, but I still dusted it off afterwards.These winds blow over the bamboo and then over me.

"Love again", to "show me how to love again", the music made my heart shake slightly.

I visited Dai on a snowy night, and I returned home after being exhausted. I don’t remember the original text clearly, so I will read it again when I have time.

The interest is over, and I don't really want to go in. The former residence of the literati is similar with minor differences. Hundreds of years of wind and rain and passers-by can't find traces of this person's life.

There is no peach blossom, Xu is in the yard.

Whether there has ever been a woman like Qiuxiang, but the traces were blown away by the wind hundreds of years ago, or it may be just a legend.

Before leaving, I found an old blue bicycle leaning against a big tree. Did you also lean your old mountain bike against a tree at that time?
That modern ancient lamp, the glass casement with exquisite workmanship, when you open the window, you can see Begonia.This glass probably didn’t exist in the Tang Dynasty. In the past, there was a garden in Taizhou (like the Plum Garden, the Mei Lanfang Memorial Hall, designed by classical garden expert Chen Congzhou, or Liu Jingting’s Liuyuan? I forgot) I saw foreign imports in the Qing Dynasty. Glass and double-sided wood carvings, Suzhou embroidery also have exquisite works with the same shape but different colors on the front and back.

Such a cloister and small pavilion, I stood in it and listened to foreign songs. I felt that the situation and the scene were very comfortable. I suddenly wanted to buy some peach blossom wine. I was different from Lao Mo. Still missing a glass of low-alcohol wine.

Hair, a walk.

Leaning on a pillar to watch birds.

Once in the Dream of Red Mansions, Wang Xifeng leaned against the door and picked her teeth with an ear spoon, and asked Baoyu to write her an account. My posture was probably like that, but I didn't pick my teeth.

The maple leaves in front of me are fresh and tender, and I finally hammered a small flower, and I heard the children and their parents talking in the distance.

Tao An Meng Yi, Peach Blossom Temple Yunyou, I was really traveling in the clouds, I brought a cup of bitter coffee, put the index finger and middle finger of my right hand behind my ear, put my left foot on the right side of the other, and leaned on the pillar to blow the wind.

The world laughs at me too... To be honest, thinking of Lao Tang's poems, I can detect a sense of pretending to be free and easy.

However, the world is noisy and life is lonely.

It's better to be Zhou Xingchi's Tang Bohu, who laughs and loves freedom.

I took out a small mirror and looked at it. I still don’t want to use foundation in the future. Although it’s light makeup, loose powder doesn’t feel natural, eye shadow is also unnecessary, dark circles are still very thick, and the color of lip gloss is not too red. But the corners of the mouth are peeling.There is a little sadness in my eyes, but I don't seem to have any sadness recently. It must be the wind, which brought a little tear.

Youth is short, but it is at the right time. Maybe before I recover, another spring will pass.Do you feel sorry for the time, yes or no.

The music is also turned off, just listen to the sounds of people and birds and the wind, let’s blow the wind for a while, I won’t go in since it’s under construction, and I’ll go back when it’s blown enough.

Had some wine on the way.

"A Laughter from the Sea" is being released, the sun is setting behind, and the shadows are very long.

I put the umbrella handle on my shoulder and walked back with one hand in my pocket, like a gangster.

The notes are scattered and random, neither written nor revised.

There is Liu Bei, the master of the world, probably because many people want to be Zhuge Liang.

Years and temperament, the ups and downs of the world, but it seems that there has never been any change.

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