the 18th bend starts from the Dade Palace in the ancient temple. The deserted and slightly deserted narrow path is engraved with the vicissitudes and glory of the ancient town of Mianhu for thousands of years. An old wall covered with moss, a piece of Shi Gandang with mottled handwriting and an iron gate with a cold light have locked the first perfect person in the Qing Dynasty, Jieyang Zeng Gangfu and You Cheng, who studied the classics, in a miserable but innocent childhood, and also locked the pride and glory of "brothers sharing the same subject" in the ancient town during the fifteen years of Guangxu. With today, there are a few clumps of weeds outside the door. Will someone properly seal up the prosperity and noise in the depths of the old days in the deep alleys and gently remember them?
Xu Dixin's former residence, which belongs to Fangwei Community with Shibawan, is also located in Mianhu Street not far from here. The famous economist in China's modern history, has he ever walked in the winding 18-bend alley, thinking hard about the choice of life path? Many years later, he absorbed the advanced reform ideas at that time, and embarked on the road of revolution with the beautiful dreams of the villagers in the deep alley, making outstanding contributions to the country. Premier Zhou Enlai once commented: "Chaoshan has contributed two economic talents to the China Revolution, one is Xu Dixin in theory and the other is Zhuang Shiping in practice." Xu Dixin is a shining star in the sky above the ancient town of Mianhu. He is the son of the Cotton Lakers and the pride of the Cotton Lakers! Keep walking along the old alley where the snake fights. The unique coolness of the old building soothes the fidgety mood in the cool summer, which makes people slow down. The old wall blackened by years and the green plants in the corner never leave. They are quietly bathed in the sunshine and wind and rain of the ancient town, watching the sun turn and the stars move, the noise gradually fades away, people are getting old, and people are walking in the meantime, feeling like a tide, sighing about things, and sighing ...
The corner is the Confucian forest, the wooden door is locked, and the breeze gently asks the rusty knocker, which is wrapped around it. Where will the pedestrians in the old street stop today? The wind in the deep alley was silent, and the years climbed up the old corner, leaving the azaleas without owners in the iron gate to dance and sing in the decadent old house ...
Walking straight from the Scholars, I met a stone road. This long lane is paved with pieces of green slate, which spreads bit by bit and disappears at the corner. Reminds me of a poem for no reason: "Your heart is like a small lonely city/just like a bluestone street, it doesn't sound at night, the spring curtain in March doesn't open/your heart is a small window/my horseshoe is a beautiful mistake/I'm not a passer-by" ... So, I took off my high heels and walked barefoot on this stone road polished by years. I don't think I'm a homecoming or a passer-by. I'm just an affectionate woman lost in the unique charm of an old lane. In the history of the ancient town flowing like smoke, can I meet happiness by accident by following the glory and loneliness of the old street? In the afternoon, a ray of familiar gongs and drums came from the old house with partition walls, which was faintly audible.
after walking on the stone road, I was completely confused. Lost, lost, the old alley is endless. The sunset will return, but how to fold and turn depends on my feelings. It twists and turns like this, naughty to lead me around, perhaps just to tell people a little bit about the ancient town people's slightly cunning and humorous attitude towards life.
I got lost in an old alley, and I came to an old house, singing a leisurely Chaozhou opera. Perhaps the warm water in the room is boiling, and the freshly brewed tea is spreading and floating outside the door. The old woman in a flowered blouse sat on the sill of the stone gate, rocking a cattail leaf fan gently, humming the songs of Chaozhou Opera, and the wrinkles on her forehead stretched like a few taut strings, playing the songs of the years. The old cat squinted at her feet and dozed lazily. She cheerfully greeted me with a cup of hot kungfu tea, kindly sent me out of the 18th bend, cut sheep lane at the exit of the 18th bend, and lovingly waved goodbye to me. When I look back, I suddenly see that the overlap of old and new times is full of cotton Lakers' weight-bearing, and it also outlines the quiet years of cotton Lakers ...