? When I was young, I read the poems of Su Shunqin and Ouyang Xiu, and I remembered the famous sentence "The breeze and the bright moon are priceless", and I admired Canglang Pavilion's literary talent.
? When I was in middle age, I read Yan Yu's poem about Canglang and admired his famous saying, "Antelope hangs on the corner without leaving a trace."
? It happened that the first three visits to Suzhou were just a cursory tour, and I was led by Humble Administrator's Garden, Lingyan Mountain and Tiger Hill, passing by this oldest garden, so I had to call for help. This time, I accompanied my mother to see my nephew's new house, and finally had some leisure time, so I arranged other things, said hello to my uncle's route, and set off alone. It's cloudy and a little cold. When I got off, it was already raining outside. I didn't bring my rain gear, so I missed my stop. I had to find a small shop, bought an umbrella, asked and left, and was drowned unconsciously. Pity my pair of single-layer soft yellow shoes, which soon became brown and black. I took the bus once and finally found Renmin Road. After two stops, I entered the alley and finally found this garden that I have been longing for for for a long time.
Canglang Pavilion is opposite Keyuan, the lintel is ancient and simple, and the inscription is even more magnificent in Gu Zhuo. Suddenly there was a lack of common noise and rare silence. There are few tourists, and it took a long time to see a few scattered tourists after entering the door. After walking several times, I feel that this garden is different from many Suzhou gardens. Although it was rebuilt during the reign of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, it still retains the true colors of simplicity and nature, which is completely different from the pursuit of fantasy and ingenuity in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The rockeries here are mostly made of ordinary stones, not exquisite Taihu stones. The path is straight and less curved; Most of the gates are square rather than hexagonal, fan-shaped and round. I advanced to a bamboo forest, only to find that there are many kinds of bamboos here, including Zizhu, Bitter Bamboo and Feixiang Bamboo, which are even more verdant in the drizzle, fulfilling the charm of the ancients that "the rain washes Juanjuan quietly and the wind blows fine fragrance".
A hall is surrounded by carved chairs, like root carvings, and there is a pot of orchids on the table. Root carvings and orchids seem to have absorbed enough rain to make them smoother and more moist.
? The water in a small pond is crystal clear, and raindrops fall and ripple frequently, reflecting clusters of rose-red azaleas on the shore, which is poetic and hazy.
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? Further on, the lattice printed glass window of Ming Dow Concert Hall was soaked in rain and written in green; Outdoor Confucian Temple Lane, small trees swaying, banana flying. It's a pity that I didn't come to the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you come back later, you will definitely smell the thick osmanthus fragrance and see the round moon shadow in the pond. If the rain is still dripping, it must have a different charm.
Go further, it is Jing Zhai Yun and Yin Yin Pavilion. On the wall in front of Jing Yun Zhai, Su Shunqin wrote the great book Canglang Pavilion, which is vigorous and simple; Red tassels are hung on the plaque of the leisure pavilion, revealing some joy. I think Su Shunqin and Yan Yu must have lived here for a long time and were moved by the aura of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River before they swept away the haze and opened a school, right?
? After several turns, I passed the only moon gate and climbed the mountain tower. The scene in front of us was suddenly enlightened, and it rained slowly, and the rustling seemed to be accompanied by Tang Yin and Song Yun.
After a long walk, I met an old gentleman, exchanged a few pleasantries and took photos with each other. My energy is not diminished, but the shoes soaked by rain are still quite awkward, and the bamboo background behind me adds a lot of color to my old man.
Entering the courtyard, a pot of red azaleas burned people's eyes. It's not peach blossom, but it's better than peach blossom, which makes me realize the beauty of Wang Wei's "peach blossom burning in the rain". A stone carving, in the middle, is the seven wonders of the former officials encouraging their successors to solve the sufferings of the people and appoint people on their merits. The couplets on both sides are thought-provoking: "If it rains enough, it will be fun, and the county officials will know." I envy the fine weather in Suzhou and worry about the drought in the northeast spring. I hate that I am not a dragon, and I can't bring back the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Finally, when I came to the river, the other side of the river was already a city street, but there was a hill here, and an old man was already painting in the pavilion on the hill. At this time, the rain in Mao Mao gradually stopped, the sky cleared up and there were more and more tourists. The old gentleman who can draw is oblivious and lowers his head in meditation. Say goodbye to the old gentleman who took a group photo with each other before and see a pair of sisters. Only after we entered the library did we know that four of the five of us were teachers. The tall girl is actually an alumnus of the Chinese Department of Northeast Normal University. I was surprised to meet my hometown in another country. We took a group photo as a souvenir. When taking pictures, the whole body is full of sunshine.
? The old painter pointed out that this pavilion is the central building "Canglang Pavilion" here before he knew it. When we walked to the edge of the cliff and looked back, the famous couplet came into view-"the breeze and the bright moon are priceless, and there are feelings near the water and distant mountains." Let's think about it, the ancients were fascinated by lakes and mountains. After retirement, they will devote their energy and financial resources to gardening and afforestation. In their minds, the left bank of the Central Plains will always be their parents' country. Ancient officials are far less clever than modern officials. They just want to be loved by their descendants, but they don't think of transferring their property.
The idea of Wandering was called back by the enthusiastic introduction of the old painter, and the past lives in Canglang Pavilion was well organized and interesting. For example, the couplets here were originally broken sentences in Ouyang Gong's articles, but they were integrated into a couplet by later generations and hung openly on the pavilion. After talking about Canglang Pavilion, the old painter warmly invited us to see his paintings. Although it's only a sketch, pavilions, rocks and trees are all patchwork, which shows the author's skill of deleting complexity and simplifying. I quickly took two photos with my mobile phone as a souvenir. Before I left, I went to Netscape Garden and asked the old painter for directions. He told me the detailed directions politely. Reluctantly bid farewell to a few people and walked out of the Canglang Pavilion.
? The weather is thin and cloudy, but my heart is still drizzling. The warm rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like boiling water, soaked my long-stored old black tea. The tea soup is deep red and warm, and the fragrance is fragrant. Come through thick and thin. This word "Canglang" makes me spend the rest of my life pursuing "antelope hanging on the corner, leaving no trace". The next stop should be Netscape Garden.
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