Zhejiang hotels collection

When a daughter was born in Shaoxing, jars of yellow wine were buried, to be dug up again for her wedding; that amber wine still goes by the name nü'er hong, the daughter's red. At Longquan, potters fired their celadon in long brick kilns that climbed the hillside, the dragon kilns, and the glaze came out the green of an unripe plum. On Moganshan, the stone villas that Shanghai's foreigners built as summer retreats are lost among the bamboo. The boatmen of Shaoxing still drive the black-awning boats with their feet, keeping a paddle in hand to steer.