The pastoral scenery of Xinyi

Stepping into the world of Xinyi, the old impression of "rustic" has long been gently brushed away. Today, this place is like an unfolding pastoral poem, with the air filled with the fresh sweetness of plants and trees. Under the swaying shadows of trees, a few rattan chairs are leisurely arranged, where a few friends hold cards and sip tea, the soft Wu dialect drifting with the breeze, evoking the mood of "laughter gradually unheard, sounds gradually quiet." The sweet aroma of square cakes rises gently from the courtyard steamer, the firelight from the stove reflecting smiling faces, reminiscent of the warmth of "lingering village smoke." The fruits and vegetables in the garden, covered with morning dew, carry the earthy scent on fingertips when picked, more comforting than any fragrance. Most beloved is the boundless wheat field, golden waves rising and falling with the wind. Closing your eyes here, you feel the sunlight dancing on your eyelids, time seeming to stretch out like the lingering notes of a guqin, slow and soothing. We often sigh, "In the past, carriages and horses moved slowly," and now, this "slow" has become a tangible luxury. If I could steal such a leisurely day, I would be that carefree person "lying beneath it all." No need to chase time, just breathe with the plants and trees in the clear breeze and bright moonlight. This kind of laziness is the truest stretch of life, like moonlight gently awakening the long-lost peace within the heart.