Known as the “Venice of the East,” Zhouzhuang is a water town where history flows as gently as its canals. Stone bridges arch gracefully over shimmering waters, while wooden boats drift past centuries‑old houses. Walking along the narrow lanes, I could hear the soft splash of oars and the quiet hum of daily life. By day, it’s a picture of peaceful charm; by night, lanterns reflect in the rippling water, casting a magical glow over the ancient town.
Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.