西塘

未知的时间，已知的地点，那次，有幸与你邂逅。

烟雨。小桥。静泊的乌蓬船。悠长的廊栅。光滑的青苔小路，粉墙黛瓦的矮房。西塘，一个从水墨画中踏着轻盈小步走出的小镇，那次，与你邂逅，与你那烟雨江南的婉约，邂逅。

留宿的客栈藏匿在蜿蜒的弄堂里，夜幕下，昏黄的灯光把她映衬得别有一番味道，轻推开半掩的木门，犹记得里屋传来带着浓浓江浙口音的一句，来了?似是远方的游子回到了故乡，那刻，心不由地一暖。大厅里。雕花的木凳，刺绣的坐垫，古色古香的气息。眼前竟呈现穿着盘扣对襟衫的女子。静坐品香茗的美态，一念想，竟深深沉醉其中，思绪，脚步，不舍远去。

离开客栈，施施然地在古镇中穿街过巷。临街的店铺，各自卖些小摊，卖些极符合古镇气质的，古色古香的物件。仍记得我总爱摸摸这件，抚抚那件，店主坐在门前微笑致意。他们从不吆喝，记忆中的他们是那样的从容淡然。漫步，轻抚，慢放间，竟已从弄堂的那头走到了这头，踏着轻盈小步，在这烟雨江南，不假思索，前行。

银河的回廊有栏杆半椅，碧绿的水面上乌蓬船静泊，沿河的人家屋檐上挂着大红灯笼，别有一番味道，夜色出现，房屋在水中倒影如同水墨色一般，不禁驻足，凝视。

夜幕一点一点地落，屋檐上的红灯笼也一盏一盏的亮起，在沿河的一家小食馆坐下，点一份清汤小混沌，痴痴地凝望着，凉风习习，河水细细碎碎的流，房屋的倒影也跟在后面细细碎碎。不禁心生陶醉，一个用银钗盘着银丝的老奶奶把小混沌端上。小混沌甚是玲珑小巧，点缀的葱花也极精致秀气--这便是西塘，婉约，秀气，静静的坐着，任微风拂面，沉浸在与你的邂逅中。

我莞尔一笑，数年前的记忆竟在脑海如诗般呈现，又若画般美好，醉西塘，醉它那份静美，醉它那种婉约，更醉，那次于她的美丽邂逅。

时光不再，记忆永存，如画中小镇的西塘，我真想与你再次邂逅。西塘，我们相约，不散。

英语翻译

Unknown time, known place, that time, I was lucky enough to meet you.

misty rain. Small bridge. Upong boat at rest. Long corridor. Smooth moss paths, low houses with white walls and black tiles. Xitang, a small town that walked out of the ink painting with light steps, that time, I met you, and the graceful encounter with your misty Jiangnan.

The inn where I stayed over was hidden in a winding alley. Under the night, the dim lights set off her with a special taste. I pushed open the half-covered wooden door, still remembering the words with a strong Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent from the back room, come? It was a wanderer from a distance who returned to his hometown. At that moment, his heart couldn't help but warm up. In the hall. Carved wooden stool, embroidered cushion, antique atmosphere. There was a woman wearing a buttoned cardigan. The beauty of sitting in meditation and savoring fragrant tea, one thought, I was deeply intoxicated, thoughts, footsteps, and reluctant to leave.

Leaving the inn, Shi Shiran walked through the streets in the ancient town. The shops facing the street each sell some small stalls, selling some antique objects that fit the temperament of the ancient town. I still remember that I always like to touch this one and caress that one. They never yell, they are so calm and indifferent in memory. Strolling, caressing, and slowing down, I have already walked from the end of the alley to this end, taking light small steps, in this misty and rainy Jiangnan, without thinking, and moving forward.

The corridor of the Milky Way has railings and half chairs, the turquoise water surface is quiet, and there are red lanterns hanging on the eaves of the houses along the river. The night appears, and the reflection of the houses in the water is like ink. You can't help but stop and stare.

The night fell bit by bit, and the red lanterns on the eaves were lit up one by one. I sat down at a small restaurant along the river, ordered a clear soup, Xiaochao, and stared madly at the cool breeze and the river. The flow of fine fragments, the reflection of the house followed in fine fragments. Intoxicated, an old grandmother with a silver hairpin coiled with silver wire brought Little Chaos up. Little Chaos is very exquisite and small, and the green onion dotted with it is also very delicate and delicate-this is Xitang, graceful, delicate, sitting quietly, letting the breeze blow on your face, immersed in the encounter with you.

I smiled, the memory of a few years ago was presented in my mind like a poetry, and beautiful like a painting, drunk Xitang, drunk its quiet beauty, drunk its graceful and more drunk, that time of her beautiful encounter.

Time is no longer, memories are forever, Xitang is like a small town in the picture, I really want to meet you again. Xitang, we meet and stay together.