去绍兴坐乌篷船、喝黄酒、吃茴香豆、看社戏是我一直以来的一个梦想,但最令我心动的还是那里的社戏。最早知道社戏,是在鲁迅先生的《社戏》一文中,虽然时隔久远,但那一大群顽童穿梭于观众中的热闹场面,以及河道中停满乌篷船,船夫坐在船头观看社戏的水乡风情,却依然记忆犹新。走进社戏故乡绍兴早春清晨的绍兴,雾从小河而生,烟自廊棚而出。贴水而来的烟雾就像是被黄酒浸润了千年的梦,袅袅醇醇,醉了的是跳动在马头墙上的那轮红日,醉了的是廊棚下那一串串浮泛着盐霜的腊肠和一只只鲜艳艳的大红灯笼。一座小小的石拱桥,倒影着的是一份被涟漪无限扩大了的空静与恬淡;一排墙粉瓦黛的老宅,鳞次栉 Go to Shaoxing to take the awning boat, drink rice wine, eat fennel beans, watching social drama is a dream I have been, but most of my heart or where the social drama. The earliest known social drama was in Lu Xun’s “social drama” article, although a long time ago, but the large group of urchin shuttled in the audience in the lively scene, and the river full of awning boats, the boatman sitting in the bow watching the social drama Water Village style, but still fresh in my memory. Into the hometown of Shaoxing, Shaoxing, early spring early morning Shaoxing, fog from the river and smoke, shed from the corridor shed. Agreed smoke is like a rice wine infiltrated the dream of millennium, clumsy alcohol, drunk is the horse that beat the red sun on the wall that day, drunk is a string of flooding under the porch shed salt Cream dachshund and a bright red lantern. A small stone arch bridge, the reflection of a rippling infinite expansion of the static and quiet empty; a row of wall powder Wadai old house,