I was more than eight years old that year, and it was past May when I went. The summer rain continued, and the catkins did not fade. Is this all I vaguely remember now? But that kind of visual impact is unforgettable in my life: the water vapor floating in the quaint buildings and the simple people are unforgettable. ...
Although Zhouzhuang has developed tourism for many years, it has never seen any traces of modern man-made. Because it rained that day, the visibility was very low, but the illusory fog shuttled back and forth between the ship and the people. There are also three or two people, carrying the burden, selling some fruits and vegetables along the coast, and there are many local unique handicrafts: urine baby; A clay figurine will "pee" from below as long as he pours a little water on his head. Until now, I didn't understand the principle, but I thought it was novel, so I bought one to play with. Dolls: Small bamboo dolls that can be opened one by one, and there will be a smaller but identical thing in the middle. I only bought one and counted it carefully. There are as many as five in it. I really have to admire the superb skills of the local people. ...
In a boat, I started heading for the depths of the town. The boat swayed from side to side with the boatman's pole. When the fog cleared, I knew that the water in Zhouzhuang was so clear: like a huge emerald, like a mirror, you could see the wrinkles and every move of the fish. ...
I will never forget that trip to Zhouzhuang!