At the end of May and the beginning of June, Slender West Lake has been upgraded from a young girl to a young woman. There is less of the charm of a girl, and more of the charm of a young woman.

Flowers are also blooming, such as moons, rhododendrons, potted flowers, etc., which are not as good as the purple and red flowers in spring. The leaves swelled lushly, and some of the roads could not be exposed to the sun, and suddenly came in from the sun, and the two worlds were very shady.

The river is also flooded with green, and a few painting boats shuttle leisurely. "Fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March", the scenery is at that time, but the visitors are like crucian carp, I don't know whether to enjoy the scenery or squeeze the flow of people.

There are a lot of people now, but they are much more relaxed. Compared with the West Lake, the Slender West Lake is much thinner, with twists and turns in the river and picturesque scenery on both sides.

The two dressed simply, carrying a travel bag and entering Slender West Lake from the north gate. Today, Wenzhu has several positions, that is, an intimate boyfriend, a tour guide, and is also responsible for tea and snacks. As long as people are happy, they can do anything. There is only one piece of paper between a couple and a couple, and how thick is that paper, about the thickness of the hymen. Wen Zhu and Dong Mei put down their ideological baggage and took a good swim.

On the Wuting Bridge, looking at the four eyes, the front and back lakes are sparkling, and the grass and trees on both sides are luxuriant.

Dong Mei looked at it and said, "What does this look like a bridge?

"As the name suggests, the 'Five Pavilion Bridge' is a bridge formed by five pavilions placed on the water. You say it's a pavilion, and it's not false at all. It also has the function of crossing people across the river, so it is also a bridge. Making the bridge into a pavilion is also the wisdom of Yangzhou people. From a distance, this bridge looks like a lotus flower。。。。。。 Wen Zhu's words are not finished yet.

Dong Mei interjected: "Like a lotus, why can't I become a Buddha when I sit in the middle?"

"No, it's not the Buddha, it's Guanyin. I'm sitting on the Buddha. Wen Zhu's sentence of "Amitabha" accompanied by action caused Dong Mei to laugh. It was as if the two of them had become immortals all of a sudden, and they had just returned from learning scriptures from the Western Heavens.

Wenzhu inadvertently saw a message on the red pillar: "Wang Xiaoxue and Li Wenwang visited here in April 1995." The words are crooked, it's nothing, it's just that the name is fun, "Wang Xiaoxue, Li Wenwang" is just right, read as "Wang Elementary School, Li Wenwang came here to visit", the level of education and the crooked character corroborate each other, I can't help laughing.

It is conceivable that when parents named their children, they thought they were done, and they didn't read it twice, and the result was a lifetime of laughter. Dong Mei asked why she was laughing, Wen Zhu showed her a little explanation, Dong Mei couldn't help laughing, and laughed wildly, attracting the sideways eyes of passers-by.

"This girl is handsome, why do you smile like this, there is no lady at all. Someone muttered on the road.

Dong Mei ignored it, I am in charge of my laughter, is a lady a lady or not? Wen Zhu didn't say anything, can you control it?

"Why don't we also inscribe a letter? "Dong Mei doesn't want to be a lady to the end.

"What's the question? The inscription is naïve, and Dong Daban is here for a while? Let those two people be proud for a while, and there are even more uneducated than them! I think it's better to be exempt, the words we inscribe are not as good as a fart of a great writer, and people have a thousand words, and we will be charged with destroying cultural relics. ”

Dong Mei is silent, and the destruction of cultural relics can go to the police station.

After getting off the Wuting Bridge, the two of them went to the White Tower along the stone path and passed by a commissary. A young man compared with the shopkeeper: "Boss, your water is too expensive." ”

"What's expensive? Three yuan a bottle, the price is clearly marked. ”

"It's only a dollar outside. ”

"Why don't you go out and buy it? ”

Who would go outside and buy it for a bottle of mineral water and then come in? The young man reasoned, drank the water in one go, smashed it into the water, and left in anger.

"If you go out to play, you have to be willing to spend money, work is work, play is play, work hard, and have fun. You can earn money when you spend it, your mood is your own, and it's not okay to mess it up. Because money spoils the mood, it's better not to travel. You say, don't you? Dong Mei looked at the back of the person and said.

"Incisive. It is obvious that the things in tourist attractions are expensive, generally three to five times that of the outside, and ten times that of the outside. A lot of money has been spent, so don't care too much about the small money, it's really not cost-effective to mess up the mood. But what can be saved is still to be saved. Wen Zhu handed the mineral water from his bag to Dong Mei with one hand, and danced with a camera in the other hand to prove his calculations.

"Like you, I guess the kiosks inside have to close. Dong Mei took a sip of water and teased Wen Zhu.

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, you are a bourgeoisie, I am a proletariat, and I am still supported by my father and mother. Wenzhu fought back.

"If the bourgeoisie marries the proletariat, what kind of class is it?" seems to be a mathematical question, but it is not easy to answer.

"That's half-class. As soon as Wen Zhu spoke, he felt confused. "Half-class? Dong Mei smiled again, the people in the whirlpool of love are obviously happier than others.

Chatting about the day's work, the white tower clear clouds stood in front of me. It is not necessarily high, and it is delicate and decent against the background of the blue sky and white clouds.

"It's not very pretty, so let's take a few photos as a souvenir. Dong Mei placed a few poses at Wenzhu and killed a few films in seconds.

"The fact that a scenic area can be a scenic area is not that it is really beautiful. The flowers and trees are not much different from our hometown, and the river may be bigger. The key is its planning, its cultural heritage, and its historical precipitation.

"The government's propaganda has also contributed to it, and the scenic spot is a business card of the local government after all. Our people travel to be happy, have a lively time, and have a chat capital after dinner. Some attractions have to be combined with allusions to have a taste, such as the White Pagoda in front of you, which is said to have been created overnight. Wen Zhu said quite reasonably.

"This tower was built overnight, wasn't it made by a god?" Dong Mei was curious.

"It's just a legend, according to legend, when Qianlong went down to the south of the Yangtze River for the sixth time to visit the Slender West Lake, he watched the scenery of the Wuting Bridge on the lake, and suddenly a sentence came out: 'It's a pity that there is a white tower missing here, otherwise it would be the same as the Chunyin of Qiongdao in the North Sea.' ’

The speaker had no intention of listening, and the wealthy Yangzhou salt merchant spent 100,000 silver with the eunuch on the spot to buy the pattern of the Beihai White Tower, and piled up a white tower with white salt bags overnight. And with the Wuting Bridge, it is exquisitely chic. ”

Hearing Wen Zhu say this, Dong Mei also seemed to feel the cultural heritage in it.

The two walked and stopped, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the Twenty-Four Bridge.

"Just one bridge is also called Twenty-four Bridge? Isn't this a pit for tourists?" Before she got on the bridge, Dong Mei was not satisfied, and she felt deceived.

"Hehe, the first time I came, I felt the same way. It has a great provenance, Du Mu knows, right?" Wen Zhu still has a bit of a talent for tour guides.

"You know, the one who wrote "Qingming" is a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, right?" Dong Mei said.

"It is this person, this person has been in Yangzhou for a long time, and has traveled all over the mountains and rivers of Yangzhou. It is said that on this bridge, the poetry flourished, and blurted out 'On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridge, where can the jade teach.' Hence the name Twenty-Four Bridge. As for which bridge is the twenty-fourth, no one has gone to verify it, and there must be more than twenty-four bridges in Yangzhou. However, in order to cooperate with the ancients, all the data are relied up.

The jade ribbon arch bridge in the middle is 24 meters long and 2.4 meters wide, and there are 24 steps on the upper and lower sides of the bridge, surrounded by 24 white jade railings and 24 railings. In this way, the twenty-four bridges were also finalized. The people in Yangzhou are also famous, and if they don't have it, they will naturally borrow it. Borrow 'West Lake' to add 'thin', borrow 'Jinshan' to add 'small', without revealing traces, it will become your own. ”

Wen Zhu said it eloquently, and Dong Mei listened to it with relish. It turns out that a mountain and a river, a pavilion and a pavilion, just a scene, with allusions or legends, there is love, the scene is blended, why worry about no charm, the literati like this thing.

After the 24th bridge, a few steps, it is Xichun Terrace. This place is like a small square, and there are a bunch of red and yellow butterfly flowers by the side of the steps, all of which are bonsai and are placed very neatly.

It just so happens that Yangzhou Qingqu performance: the delicate cheongsam, the ancient erhu, the rebounding pipa, and the traditional coat complement each other.

For people in the south of the Yangtze River, Yangzhou dialect is not difficult to understand, and the further north you go, the easier it should be to understand, and when you arrive in Beijing, it is Mandarin. The drag sound is a little longer, full of charm, and it is used to comment on the story, which is definitely to enjoy the ears with knowledge.

Dong Mei was fascinated, so Wen Zhu secretly took a few photos for her. It seems that the song is "Jasmine", singing all the fragrance, Dong Mei loves to sing, and whispers along with the rhythm, the expression is like an innocent student, and like a fascinated ticket holder, vaguely intoxicated.

It's okay if you don't stop, but it's a little tiring when you stop. If you are tired, you have to look at the scenery, otherwise I'm sorry for the ticket, you can only go to the painting boat, the big one is magnificent, and the small one is elegant.

Swimming in the water and upstream in the shore are two different things. In the same landscape, the view from the shore is quiet, but the view from the lake is alive, and the scenery seems to be moving and has spirituality. It's the same angle, but with different feelings.

The lake breeze blows slowly, cool and comfortable, the boat is in the lake, and the people are in the painting. The scenery is overwhelming.

Viewing from the bridge and cave, there is a unique cave. It was as if I had traveled through a time tunnel and looked at the scenery of the previous dynasty, and I was in a trance. And because I can't see the panorama, I am in a desperate mood to know what other beautiful scenery is on the other side of the bridge. When you cross the bridge, sometimes you are pleasantly surprised, and sometimes you are just sighing. In fact, life is the same, looking forward to the future, and nine times out of ten it is unsatisfactory.

Hungry for a snack to replenish, thirsty to drink some water, from time to time to take a few photos, painting the boat slowly moving forward in the lake.

Wen Zhu thought to himself, such a beautiful scenery, accompanied by beautiful women, what is the value of immortals and high-ranking officials. I couldn't help but chant casually: "The scenery is not drunk, everyone is drunk, I and the West Lake are with each other." Ang Tian smiled for two minutes, and the wind and clouds shone on the fragrance. ”

"Isn't it a thin West Lake? What about this becoming a West Lake?" Dong Mei doesn't understand poetry, but she can still figure out how fat and thin she is.

"Whether it's West Lake, it's Slender West Lake. The moon is bright at Yangzhou night, and the smoke waves are thin West Lake. Today is just your foil, you are the real king today?" Wen Zhu looked at Dong Mei affectionately.

"Am I the real king?" Dong Mei showed him a little embarrassed, and touched the top of his head with her hand, wanting to prove if there was a crown on his head.

"You are the eternal king of my heart, and I am your sword-carrying guard: the messenger of flowers. "The more Wen Zhu speaks, the more poetic it becomes.

"You're more knightly than a knight, teach me how not to like it. Dong Mei's head involuntarily leaned on Wenzhu's shoulder, like a bird.

Men still have the element of boasting when they are tempted, while women rarely have moisture when they are emotional, and romance is a hurdle that women can't overcome.

The painting boat passes through the Wuting Bridge, passes through the Diaoyu Tai, turns the small gold mountain, and the lake is much narrower all of a sudden, as if it is a long green belt for a woman dressed in costumes.

The spring willow of the long beach is right in front of you, and it is said that the male long beach fell in love with the female spring willow to create this beautiful scenery. Three steps and a peach, five steps and a willow, born interspersively, although the peach is gone, the willow is greener. The willows are weak and can't help the wind, and the wind flutters in the branches. When the boat walks near the shore, the soft willow branches will blow on the face.

For the touch of nature, Wenzhu never refuses, close his eyes and enjoy it. Like a woman's retention, "Brother, don't leave tonight." It's like Yiyi telling a lingering love story.

Wenzhu said to Dong Mei: "In this life, I would like to be a causeway." ”

Dong Mei responded: "In this life, I am willing to be a spring willow." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and said, "This life and this life will stay together for a long time." ”

Love is not a joke, but sometimes it will witness love in jokes, and when the two have a tacit understanding, love has quietly come.

When Wenzhu took Dong Mei's hand out of the main gate of Slender West Lake, it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon, probably by boat, and they didn't feel tired, so the two decided to walk around Wenchang Pavilion, which is the most prosperous center of Yangzhou City.

Dong Mei walked all the way, all the way to see the clothes in Yangzhou, every store must enter, Wenzhu followed like a servant, because he was not in the line, and he couldn't interject.

The shopkeeper also knew from the outfit and accent that the two people who came for sightseeing, and tried their best to make a deal, but it turned out in vain. If she didn't hit the right clothes, Dong Mei wouldn't shoot easily.

Look, you can't spend money, as long as Dong Mei is willing, Wenzhu is willing to accompany her for a day, because accompanying her beloved is a happy thing in itself. Walked to a fork in the road and ran into a row of snack bars, and there were quite a few people. The nose is not smelly, and the stomach is "growling" in protest.

The two of them entered a shop at random, Dong Mei likes to eat steamed dumplings with crab roe and osmanthus bran lotus root porridge, Wenzhu will come with two servings each, plus a side dish, the waiter is clever and serves very quickly.

Such a waiter boss likes, the faster the turnover, the more people will consume, and the more MONEY, the better.

Steamed dumplings with crab roe will be eaten on the spot with vinegar, Dong Mei said: "The taste is not bad, but the taste of osmanthus sugar lotus root porridge is not so authentic, a little mushy." ”

"It's not easy to go out, you don't have to fight. Wenzhu said: "Just drink it as tea." Tomorrow we will go to the Fuchun Tea House for breakfast, and it will be on time there. ”

Dong Mei thinks about it, so forget it. When the last steamed dumpling with crab roe was in her stomach, Dong Mei felt a little stretched, but most of the porridge was left.

Wen Zhu was reluctant, and he didn't think Dong Mei was greedy, so he drank it in one go, wiped his mouth with a napkin and paid the bill.

Dong Mei said: "Wenzhu, there is nothing left, why bother." ”

Wenzhu said: "There is no bother, every grain is just hard." ”

When the sun was about to set, the two of them shook to Wenchang Pavilion. Wenchang Pavilion to the east is the commercial and financial street, to the north is an ancient street, the house is probably the Ming and Qing dynasties, antique, more attractive.

"The world is divided into three moonlit nights, and the two scoundrels are Yangzhou. Hearing that Yangzhou is a well-known Moon City, Dong Mei was a little unconvinced, and shouted: "The moon in the world is the same, why is Yangzhou a Moon City?"

"Probably there are many places to watch the moon in Yangzhou, the moon view of the Slender West Lake can watch the moon, the twenty-four bridges can watch the moon, the Wuting Bridge can watch the moon, the small gold mountain can watch the moon, the lake can watch the moon, Wenchang Pavilion can also watch the moon, it is best to watch the moon and a half, the autumn is high and cool, the moon is brighter and rounder, and it is more to the mind of the Master.

"The moon is the source of poetry, there are so many famous literati who come to Yangzhou, one person writes a few sentences, and after a thousand years, there are so many people who are scared to death, and it is difficult to think of being famous. A lie can be told a thousand times to become the truth, let alone a celebrity. What can the common people understand, and if they can attach it, they feel quite face-saving, and it seems to be elegant. Wen Zhu explained with a smile.

"I heard that Yangzhou beauties are the best in the world, but I don't see it today. Dong Mei always felt that there was a breath in her chest, not vomiting or unhappy.

"I only pay attention to your clothes, but I don't pay attention to your peers. Oh, you also took a look at other people's clothes, didn't you?"

Wen Zhu laughed at Dong Mei's dry vinegar, and continued: "Maybe there is really no beauty in the Tang Dynasty, and the Qinglou women are all top-notch. 'Yangzhou has a ten-year dream', and the Qinglou in Yangzhou has dispersed with the dream of the Tang and Song dynasties. Later, after the baptism of the Mongol and Manchurian armies, when the barbarians conquered civilization, beauty became a luxury.

"People are running for their lives, and food and clothing are a problem. Without peaceful soil, beauty is a curse. Rise and fall are inevitable, and eternity is none. What do you have to do with me?"

Hearing Wen Zhu say this, Dong Mei's anger disappeared by half. I am a passer-by in Yangzhou, why bother to be angry with those drunken literati, and besides, those people have already passed away, and they are naturally living if they are more serious than the dead.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Wen Zhu and the two got on a tricycle and left the downtown area, and suddenly became much quieter. Let the wind blow in his ears, the moon follows in the bright night sky, and the shadows of the trees are scattered on the ground.

Wenzhu sent Dong Mei to the guest house, but he didn't dare to stay overnight, so he went to the dormitory, washed and went to bed early.

Tomorrow, Wenzhu will go to wait for Dong Mei early in the morning, and Dong Mei is grooming. "Everyone has a love for beauty", Wenzhu doesn't care, waits patiently, waiting for the silkworm to turn into a butterfly.

Men are simple, just wash their face and comb their hair, and their clothes are neat, and they can be done in a few minutes. There are many women, a set of processes such as priming and powdering, thrush, lipstick, etc., can not be done in half an hour, as well as the matching of clothing. And women never go out sloppy, never move until they are satisfied, let the man wait longer, the more noble he appears, his sincerity. On the other hand, it also confirms that "women are those who please themselves" is not unreasonable.

Dong Mei knew when to turn into what form, and didn't let Wen Zhu wait long, just a quarter of an hour.

Wen Zhu looked at Dong Mei's dress: simple, refreshing, generous, and very satisfied. Casual shorts with short sleeves are all tailor-made by themselves, revealing their figures. Wearing travel shoes, hanging a thin gold necklace on the chest, green silk is tied high, like a horse's tail, youthful and bright, and full of vitality.

In addition to the city center, the roads in Yangzhou are relatively narrow, and they are crowded without paying attention.

The Fuchun Tea House is not on the main road, in an alley on the National Day Road, which is even narrower.

It seems that there are a lot of people coming from the name of the scene, plus local celebrities, and the alley is really overcrowded.

The two couldn't, so they got out of the tricycle and walked over. Stepping in the brick and stone alley, there is also a feeling of going back in time, and the vicissitudes of the walls on both sides are still the same. When the two of them squeezed into the Fuchun Tea House, they felt as if they had completed a feat, and they had the spirit of "not pouring the Great Wall and not being a hero".

"Where is this to eat breakfast, is to find sin. Dong Mei took the lead.

"If you come, you will be safe. Wen Zhu said soothingly.

There were so many people that I tossed and turned, and when I sat down at the table to eat, two quarters of an hour passed, and I almost didn't even have the strength to eat breakfast.

Wenzhu ordered a "miscellaneous style", three buns, mille-feuille oil cake, jade siu mai, two lotus root porridge, and put most of the table. I don't know that there are four kinds of dim sum in the "mixed style", four salty and four sweet, each counting sixteen. It doesn't matter if you have more, you can't eat it and take it away.

Dong Mei said that the porridge is 100 times better than yesterday, the dim sum is also good, and the steamed buns taste excellent.

Seeing that Dong Mei's interest was not delayed for such a long time, Wen Zhu thought about it and asked, "Next time you come to Yangzhou, will you still come to this century-old store?"

"Although it tastes good, it doesn't come, and suffers. Dong Mei said quickly: "Besides, I have been here today, I have tasted it, and I have seen the world." ”

Ordinary people can't afford to eat good things, and they go once or twice once in a while, and they just see the world. Save yourself from showing disdain when you talk to others. It's really good to live at home, and packing leftovers early is not a shame.

In order to save time, Wenzhu asked for a bag and did it himself. Out of the Fuchun Tea House, I went to the nearest garden in the morning and visited He Garden in the afternoon as planned. At that time, the salt and Jia in Yangzhou were all rich and oily, and all of them had thousands of dollars in their waists, and such a good garden was their own back garden.

Wen Zhu and Dong Mei had nothing to say except to "tsk" their lips, while thinking about how wealth was accumulated. I don't know where it was, Dong Mei saw a large number of Yueji, and suddenly remembered the white Qionghua like jade, and wanted to see Fangrong. I heard Wenzhu say that it was not the right time, and it was a pity that it was opened.

In order to comfort Dong Mei, Wen Zhu improvised a story: "'Weiyang is a flower, and there is no one like it in the four seas. With such praise, you can imagine the beauty of this flower. For the concubine to see this flower, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty actually built a large number of buildings, mobilized the people, and dug the Grand Canal to this point. The dragon boat in Xiayangzhou is so spectacular that it attracts the people on both sides of the strait, and the women are happy, but the country is lost. Yang Guang may be a man of temperament, but the emperor is temperamental. Jiangshan Sheji is not something that can be consolidated by the word temperament. ”

Hearing this, Dong Mei added some peace to her regret, as if Qionghua had been beautiful in her heart once, but she was just upset for Qionghua: "The Sui Dynasty is destroyed, the concubine is a red face and a disaster, it's okay to say, what does it have to do with Qionghua? What is Qionghua's crime? A good flower can also defeat the country, it's far-fetched, right?"

The woman's reasoning is on her lips, Wen Zhu thought to herself, I didn't mention Qionghua destroying the country, which one is this, but he said: "It's all the concubine's fault, Yang Jian's son made a mistake, and Qionghua is not guilty." ”

Seeing that Qionghua was rehabilitated, Dong Mei was willing to give up. Protecting Qionghua like this? Could it be that Dong Mei is the reincarnation of the flower fairy? This thought flashed in Wen Zhu's mind.

On the morning of the fourth day, the two met and went to the Shi Kefa Memorial Hall. "The country is prosperous, and the husband is responsible", at the moment of survival, the hero ascends to the top and responds to a hundred calls, although he is defeated, he is still glorious, he is unyielding, and he has no regrets in death.

Heroes are not judged by victory or defeat, and the righteousness of the world will last forever. "Count the tears of the plum blossoms and the death of the country, and divide the hearts of the ministers in the bright moon", heroes such as Zhongzheng Gong are the backbone of the country and continue the blood of the dragon. Compared with Wu Sangui, Hong Chengchou and others, I don't know how many times more noble in the national righteousness, who is fragrant and who is stinking can be understood from the eyes of tourists.

In the afternoon, I went to Daming Temple, "the first view of Huaidong", and the thousand-year-old temple is not in vain.

The next day, in the morning, the two went out to buy some Yangzhou specialties, such as kraft candy, incense fans and other small gifts, and went home for Dong Mei to distribute to relatives and friends.

In the afternoon, Dong Mei recuperated in the guest house, and Wenzhu handled some private matters at the school, such as dispatch cards and daily necessities. Say hello to your classmates and teachers, and in the blink of an eye for three years, you will be separated from each other.

Five days, for a lovelorn person, I'm afraid it's five centuries. For those who are in love, five days is just a smoke.

If time can stop, Wenzhu wants to stay in those five days of happiness and make it eternal. Everyone's happy moments are different, and God can't be fair, so time never stops. The years go down, and they don't stay for anyone.

The footsteps of history are getting farther and farther, in addition to listening, they will also shout, and most of the time they are helpless to face calmly: they can't resist the loss of time, and they can't grasp the traces of time.

On June 4th, early Sunday morning, when Wenzhu got into the car leaving Yangzhou, the nameless sadness was much stronger than the moon in Slender West Lake.

Farewell, Yangzhou! Farewell, friend! Farewell, my college life! With a wave of his hand, Slender West Lake turned into a cloud on the horizon and gradually disappeared.

Dong Mei snuggled up to Wenzhu's shoulder, thinking about the things at home and in the store.

People are always like this, living at this end and thinking about that, living at that end and thinking about this, it is good to divide a heart into two halves.