Changzhou: A gentle city that stands the test of time

As autumn turns to winter, the wind blows through the streets of Changzhou, bringing with it a poetic charm. I feel as if I have entered a dream, and I am enchanted by the beauty of this city. In the morning, the steam from the xiaolongbao is the first sign of life in the city. The dumplings are delicate, and when you take a bite, the delicious juice bursts in your mouth, like the morning mist. The tofu pudding shop on the street is run by an old lady, and the tender tofu pudding is served in a bowl with a spoonful of brown sugar and a few drops of osmanthus honey. The sweet aroma fills the air, smoothing out the wrinkles in your heart. Walking along the ancient canal, the river tells stories of the past. On both sides of the bluestone road, the white walls and black tiles are scattered, and the horsehead walls and flying eaves are like the spirits of ancient paintings. In the Bi Ji Lane, the old craftsman caresses the comb in his hand, and time slips away between the fine teeth. Each comb is carved with the elegance of the past, and when you hold it in your hand, you hold the legacy of the past. At dusk, the West Taihu Lake is bathed in a warm glow, and the city skyline becomes romantic. The wind blows through the reeds, whispering the love stories of the past. In the distance, the lights gradually come on, and the night market comes alive. The crispy sesame cakes and salty radish are mixed with the laughter of the crowd, bringing warmth to the people of Changzhou. In Changzhou, time passes slowly, and stories are told in every brick and tile, every taste and food. All you need to do is come and open this book of life.