初春的绍兴很冷,小桥下的河面偶尔飘下一两朵黄梅,无法顺水漂去,只得在那寒风中瑟瑟地枯萎。满城都是用文化包装过的茴香豆、霉干菜和乌蓬船,它们急不可耐地想要充当这座古城的代言人,于是绍兴几千年的历史只好沉默地退居幕后,仿佛如深埋于地底的老酒,只待有缘的访客闻香而至。我不愿跟随旅游团听导游千篇一律 Shaoxing early spring is very cold, the bridge under the bridge occasionally floating one or two plum, can not drift away, had to shriveled in the cold wind. Mancheng is packed with culture fennel beans, moldy dried vegetables and Punta ships, they are eager to act as the spokesman for the ancient city, so Shaoxing had to retreat for thousands of years behind the scenes, as if deep Buried in the bottom of the old wine, only to be visiting the guests smelling. I do not want to follow the tour guide to listen to stereotypes