从前,苏州似乎就是陆文夫笔下的那个老苏州。她是山塘街上离家只相隔两三米的茶馆,每天坐在窗前读书,不时抬眼望望,看那些茶瘾很深的老茶客,着迷于里面的人生百图; 她也是苏州人屋后那个地地道道的、只卖酒不卖热菜的酒铺,充其量只有一点豆腐干、辣白菜、焐酥豆、花生米之类的供人下酒,每个喝酒的人都在讲话,因为酒客们喜欢这种一片轰鸣的气氛; 她还是秋天无数深巷里伴着桂花的香气传出的琵琶声,读书到深夜时, 总是听见刚从书场里回来的人,一边谈论着演员的得失,一边吃着小馄饨……而今,苏州摇身变成了新苏州,老苏州还在,只是一不小心地遇到了新生活…… In the past, Suzhou seems to be the old Suzhou written by Lu Wenfu. She is only two or three meters away from home in Shantang Street, a tea house sitting in front of the window reading books from time to time looking up and looking at those old teas with a deep tea addiction, fascinated by the pictures of life inside; she is also Suzhou house that after the decent, only selling wine does not sell hot dishes shop, at best, only a little tofu, spicy cabbage, crispy beans, peanuts and the like for people to drink wine, and everyone who drinks Speech, because the drinkers like this a roaring atmosphere; she is still the innumerable autumn alley accompanied by sweet-scented osmanthus aroma of pipa, reading late into the night, always heard just returned from the bookstore, while Talk about the actor’s gains and losses, while eating a small wonton ... ... Now, Suzhou transformed into a new Suzhou, the old Suzhou still, but accidentally met a new life ......