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Grandma's home is in the rural area of Suzhou, where it is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only lingering local accent, leisurely hometown water, and Biluochun brewed by her grandmother ... "This is a world of water. Look at the small river in Chenxi, which runs through everything in this town, and the personnel and scenery gradually fade away in the water ... I feel lost when listening to Mr. Yu Qiuyu's story about the water in this town, or go to the water by myself to feel it. It's summer, the hot sun is in the sky, and when I walk, I suddenly feel the breeze blowing gently. Walking a few steps along the cool breeze, I really found a quiet river shuttling through the ancient water town. Everything was silent, and I crept, afraid to break this unique silence. Is this river like a cold jade, a fairy mirror, or a jade plate? At that time, I was shocked and didn't know how to decorate it. Of course, the biggest concern is why the sun is so cool. Looking at it carefully, I found the reason. The red sun was in the middle of the river, and all kinds of colorful bands of light were scattered on the water. The bands seemed to be intoxicated by the clear water, and they took off the layers of burning robes. Finally, they became little spots, which formed a spiral in the gentle waves, as if they were dancing the "eight-character dance" of a little bee ... blowing a breeze, blowing a group of wild ducks. People and scenery are really in harmony at this moment. With this inspiration, I paddled my pen, let the dim sum rain dance and jump, let my leisurely thoughts float into the sky, let my sadness melt into the water, and I gently wrote the first poem in my life-Venice in the East. Inadvertently, a sun setting sun was spread into the water. Looking up, a village girl with a long braid was washing clothes by the water with a wooden stick. Birds were singing softly on her head and young swallows were whispering in her ears. She gently wiped the fragrant sweat like pearls. In the distance, smoke from kitchen chimneys rises, and hazy blue bricks and white tiles are faintly visible. I have no intention of leaving. I wonder if I am intoxicated with this paradise-like beauty, or am I nostalgic for this angelic Suzhou beauty? I don't know how many people have been intoxicated by this long rural water, and I don't know how many years of cultural heritage have been nourished. The night is dark, the moonlight is like water, the water is like sky, and the independent waterside is quiet: in this "back garden of Chinese culture, the rural water is intoxicated with Tang Bohu, Jin Shengtan, is there still a little me ...