Jiaxing City Wuzhen West Inn

A river of smoke and water reflects the clear mist, and the houses on both sides are connected by painted eaves. When I first arrived at this house by the water, it was like an open ancient book. The alleys of Wuzhen, the old dreams of Jiangnan are gracefully expressed in Tang and Song poems. Every page is a gentle poem of Jiangnan. Jiangnan is a place with black tiles and white walls, small bridges and flowing water. Rowing boats move slowly forward, stirring up ripples. I sailed down to Jiangnan, but Jiangnan entered my heart.