The yearning for Zhouzhuang stems from a deep-seated sense of hometown that has accumulated over many years. Over time, it has been filtered into a crystal-clear heart stone, and during lonely times, I indulge my fingers of memory to gently touch it. Born in a waterside town and raised in Jiangnan, I have become accustomed to the sight of small bridges, flowing streams, and people since childhood. The ordinary neighborhood grannies, and all the others, are so common that I don't consider them as scenery, nor do I think it's worth praising the bumpy cobblestone streets or the quietly flowing little river water of the small town.