The warmth is catching up with the rising red sun suddenly, time flows slowly, and the wind is full of warmth. Say goodbye to the silence of a winter, and the greenery on the branches reveals the approach of spring. The cold is not over, the spring is full, the sun penetrates the clouds and falls on Pingjiang Road, strolling in the courtyard, laziness and comfort follow.
Passing leisurely from the Hu Xiangshi Alley, immersed in the old taste of the traditional ancient street , the body and mind rest, like a dream of the old time.
The Pingjiang Road connects the past and the present, and the story of a thousand years is fixed in every alley on Pingjiang Road.
The changing years and the unchanged Donghuaqiao Alley, the memories of the old days are hidden here. Basking in the sun for a while islike a dream, as if returning to youth.
Caishen Lane, Dingxiang Alley, there is no girl like lilac here, only the leisurely old Suzhou life, with warmth and color.
The mynah in the cage was also infected by this laziness, silently speaking and enjoying quietly.
White walls, black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, ancient streets, ancient alleys, and ancient houses are all on Pingjiang Road. The ancient fragrance of Jiangnan is nothing more than that.
Walking across the bluestone and passing by the Pingjiang River, when there were few people, I saw the real life in Suzhou.
This is Daxinqiao Alley, where there is the vitality of climbing alleys, day after day, year after year.
The ordinary lane still looks the same in memory. The mottled walls are full of traces painted by the years.
There are many shops in Dongqilin Alley, putting new clothes on the old street. The fireworks in the world are hidden in the hustle and bustle of ushering and sending.
The big tree stretching to the sky in the distance complements the name of this alley. Daliuzhi Alley, where countless warm stories happened.
With flowing water close to people's homes and a leisurely life, DaliuzhiAlley continues to grow with the previous temperature, without fear of the erosion of the years.
Photography: Mi Jiajia