The first time I knew about Hanling was because of Mr. Sha Qi, a famous oil painter known as "Chinese Van Gogh", who lived in Hanling for 16 years and left many colors about this land with his brush.
When I walked to the edge of Dongqian Lake, it was sunset. The surface of the lake is shrouded in the glow of the setting sun, which whispers softly and brightly. I felt the breeze on the lakeside, pacing slowly, there was no hustle and bustle of the city, and under the open sky, the lake and the mountains complemented each other, giving birth to infinite poetry. Just like the sentence of Shi Hao of the Southern Song Dynasty in "East Lake Mountain", the mountains and rivers of Siming are different in the world, and the scenery of East Lake is particularly beautiful.
Sha Qi's "Sunset on Qian Lake" also jumped into my mind, the Dongqian Lake in the painting is facing the golden light, the pavilion under the backlight on the shore is clearly outlined, and the lake surface is sparkling and full of dynamics, as if the microwave is flooding and dissipating. The enchanted painter swipes his pen casually, filling every corner with color. I think he must have felt comfort and strength from such a natural gentle whisper.
Designed by architect Kengo Kuma, the Hanryong Museum of Art is built along the lakefront, and although the "building with the largest cornice in the world" is not yet open to the public, its eye-catching appearance has made it a popular spot for visitors. The 10,000 pieces of black tiles that are as dense as mountain stones are stacked on top of each other, scattered, and very full of Zen, creating a space that allows people to swim quietly in the mountains and rivers and sit in the poor springs, and the whole building is "mountain-like, hidden in the scenery", which is perfectly integrated with the landscape of Dongqian Lake, just like a landscape painting with great charm.
With the shadow of the sun moving westward, wait for a round of lakeside sunset. The cascading windows are constantly changing in light and shadow, as if any angle is enough to make you wander. I don't know whether my heart moves with the scenery or the scenery moves with my heart, I just feel that the layers of eaves and windows are like looking at the amorous eyebrows and eyes of Dongqian Lake, and there are thousands of thoughts in the smoke and water and the surging clouds and mountains, but they are quiet and independent, and they don't say a word.
Not far from the art museum, is the first batch of ten historical and cultural villages in Ningbo Hanling Old Street, the old street is surrounded by mountains on three sides, one side faces the lake, mountains and rivers depend on each other, it is the center of the ancient Hanling Village, and is known as "the first ancient street in eastern Zhejiang". The archway at the entrance of the old street is exquisitely carved and retains the full ancient charm. It was dusk, the sunlight sprinkled on the stone gate, and the inscriptions of "Hanling" and "Shanshi Qinglan" were more conspicuous.
The mountain city is full of the breath of human life in the magnificence of nature, and there are many spiritual descriptions of the scenery. Imagine that once upon a time, there was a mist shuttling in the market, there were shopkeepers Zhang Luo and shouting in the mountains, it was really too illusory, no wonder the ancient literati and ink writers often wrote and painted with this theme, and at this moment, I walked into the peach blossom source where "there is a village market number Hanling, and the sound of fishing songs and axes is similar".
The mottled wall tiles infected by the wind and frost of the years outline the beautiful outline of the Hanling in the past years, a street stream flows slowly, and the beautiful and picturesque green mountains are set off left and right. I tread lightly on the stone pavement that the years have left traces, and toss and turn through the quaint vicissitudes of the streets. Although there are still traces of development today, it may not be very commercial, perhaps because there is still a relationship between indigenous people's lives. In the evening, I saw the smoke rising again, as if the smell of home wafted in the countryside. A trace of emotion vaguely climbed into the heart, in addition to the beautiful scenery, the beautiful scenery also involved feelings. There is no shortage of bridges in the ancient village of the water town, and there is a bridge almost every 100 meters. Occasionally, I saw a small wooden boat next to the bridge, standing alone in the reflection of night and light, standing steadily. So I feel that time has gone back here, and maybe I can follow the traces left by history, wander back and forth between the ancient memories and the vibrant present, and enjoy the scenery in the countryside.
Blowing the cold winter but with some gentle evening breeze, I stayed in the old street until the lights were lit, the night did not let the old street fall silent with the night, the elegant old house of the Song Dynasty was reflected in the Chinese lanterns, there was a different taste. This poetic place makes you want to slow down at every turn. And rediscovering the comfort of slow life in the stroll is the most surprising harvest of this impromptu trip. (Chen Haibo).