- My trip to Wuyuan to write that a thing, not trying to win everyone's should be, and or have something else to pursue, because I was going to write it, pour something, so he was no longer numb, slow down
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The 51, a gang met a friend online and go off to the "China's most beautiful countryside," said a Jiangxi Wuyuan play.
I am not very happy, one thing they are 51 more people, we want to grasp the point of the spring tail, the city who thought up the mountain countryside, the mountains, the countryside into the city thinking about the same time, just countries have responded to our call gave people across the country an opportunity to collectively let it be known, so, the country's consumption driven by economic growth, and not only meet the growing material and cultural needs of the country, but also to increase the people's financial expenditure, raise the country's comprehensive national strength . Is a good 100 good thing. Because of this, why they do not want to go to Minato this lively country a game, full of floating population, although I was young, fear can not withstand such a toss.
Secondly, the place to be in Jiangxi, is my hometown. As mentioned above, the city people mountainous and rural areas, is that "Yikusitian" also can increase the points or experience, the white-collar workers were in a gray collar points can be increased when the talk of tea before the meal; countryman into the City, is that "an eye-opener," can also be blown in the village folks bragging in front, got angry manner cried: "Brother, when I was ** ... ..." and so my identity is not an awkward bit: I am a villages to the (in this largest city of the Far East known as the eyes, in addition to their own one-third of that acre of land anywhere else, which is not a country?), but also the honor to one corner with the big cities lives in the city have a grab of indigenous rice吃. Childhood, there is no sensible, before playing Playing in the Sand soil age, was spent in the countryside, while the sensible, the adults, after, it becomes an "authentic" in the city than anyone. Therefore, such a mobile one to the season, I would disaster has had: Where do not really belong to me, where are all adrift. So, my first thought is to sleep the sleep which the United States and the United States a few days, recharge your batteries in order to better serve the motherland.
Later still hit the road. There is no reason, I was Pa Jimo people, lonely people are able to endure when they come down in the desolate, but intolerable when crowded loneliness, is probably thinking of the seven-day long, or fearful.
Wuyuan County is a located in Jiangxi, Zhejiang and Anhui provinces at the junction of a clear scenic small town in history, that once belonged to Anhui, Jiangxi Shangrao are attached. For many people, a bit strange Wuyuan is a place where outstanding people, he talks of Zhu Xi, Zhan Tianyou, and so the name of all of us are familiar with, so I will not go into details.
Our party of nine people from the Zhejiang Quzhou Wuyuan hop on the bus, the bumps of nearly 4 hours we reached the county seat of Wuyuan - Ziyang Town. From here, we started with the most beautiful rural areas of China's first close contact, and I, believe it is in fact approached the childhood memories ... ...
Street. Opera
Wuyuan the past few days due to engage in tourism festival in the streets on both sides were Huazhizhaozhan dressed, and came closer, but it is different style of large and small, square round paper lanterns are lit at night, always exudes peaceful light. See the great beauty of the lanterns, I was like traveling back in childhood, looking for a lantern, like a child is carrying the same hands, full of joy and inexplicably happy, sway their own happiness. But to find a whole street, have not found, want to come is their custom, only to restrain that impulse to go on. 7-8 o'clock in the evening, suddenly excited, fireworks burst soon as soon as ground Jinsi sounded, followed on to a group of people, next to the kinds of persons gathered around the middle line, appears to te high, was originally two people , one carrying one, there are a number of people that is 11 right, over and over again people say that they are twins, but the former Legislative Council were wearing clothes, Shayi long sleeves, is not the twins also do not see Eurya clear, but added a team behind , the hands are carrying carrying a variety of lanterns, there are goldfish lamp, rabbit lamp, figures, landscapes, style and color of a beautiful dress than on the street, I can not help but move in that idea (Xiangnong a play ), but I also know there is no hope. This is my most disappointing in Wuyuan thing.
Eaten dinner, we also import a crowd on the street which, because it is turbulent, and soon we have nine individuals into two groups, then three groups, Group 4 ... ... because so many people, and also drink some wine (you think I know the narrative). The remaining few of us also do not find companions, and toward that place where people run up and Ambilight: over there in the singing, and xintaizi a significant piece of legislation against the background of the "emblem" is used. Successive stage of the martial arts scenes, swords and guns Bing Ge, key sub-kick, there are endless somersault, and others inviting voice singing on the stage is too busy to no one the audience applaud. Until now I did not think they played what, in the end is not Beijing Opera (I'm a play-blind), you know, good, good, quite good fun. Seeing Zhefan lively scene, halo Huhu's child's circumstances remind me of: At that time the village hall where plays often have to send the countryside, played a variety bustling drama, watch a movie a lot of people , Gate to sell tickets. I do, it may also 7,8 years old, is now, without an awkward age: After a one-meter tall can buy a ticket they feel loss, of course, money. So let older sister carrying the outside Mongolia a large scarf, the kind of thick opaque, and people see clearly what kind of back, it is so mixed into. To say you would not believe, tickets also two cents, but to charge me a lot of brains. In the auditorium, no stool, everyone stood Chezhebozai look like a monkey on stage, like North Korea, played what I have already forgotten, and probably the same this evening, the stage actor race angel dressed like everybody, stage, the audience is also lively lively, with festivals like ... ...
In front of my eyes was Dangzhe, and was originally a child riding on her father's head to see opera. This moment I came fresh, and with peers played with a sense of right and that an interest in children. I think we go to make fun of make fun of her, but adults can not let her know. We both an pinch her left ear a scratch her right ear, I thought she was going to cry to be called, even if she was crying, how we play the fool when you want good, but she did not favor a little reaction, his eyes cast a glance at a glance of our they stared at the direction of the stage looked really being insipid. We then she grimaced, did not expect her invulnerability, still steadily when the local sitting (in the neck), both of our performances did not demonstrate the performance of the stage more attention and enthusiasm really frustrated . So we decided a change in object (here, a lot of kids sitting on his father around his neck, our target is very easy to find the perpetrators), still did not expect such an victories, it seems likely that many people used this method, she (he) have been commonplace. So we had to bitterly to go.
Large camphor. Grass. Red fruit
It was strongly recommended to kill the evening to play games, very interesting, I Shaguo several times, sometimes caught red-handed and has a large, of course more often been to kill (You can also, unlike us who are called Medical older one who has always been Luandaokansi even a chance of revenge not), wait until the volume is also twists a knife, and people are trapped, and we have swords and guns in storage, Ma Fang Shan, in this hillside of the "hotel" where sleeping.
The next day was still fast asleep, were given cried out, we need to start a new journey of.
Nine great living, plus the driver are crammed into a small Changhe, the voyage, first we want to go to the first attraction - Wang mouth, to see what Yu Ancestral Hall. Then went to a few famous non-famous attractions, gone through field trails, also, under a tree enjoying the breeze, watching one of winding paths, the number of river ducks splashing in the water, followed by a small dog a grudge for the kitten Nao Yangyang, of course, accidentally stepped on will be covered with cow dung droppings of what ... ... swimming in this intimate and seemed a real mountain village where, how real but distant memories to my mind a little bit of floating on the sea ... ...
That tall, Gu Zhang Yi Keke, propped up a piece boundless shade. Childhood summer evening, the number of such days, the old palm-leaf fan breeze Gently rocking, how many elders moisten things silently in love? That firefly's Qing Wu, which has kept the frog calls, quiet, quiet, cool nights ... ... big camphor tree is our most common trees in the villages, and every village will have a large number of the older a large camphor tree, or on Cuntou or on Murao, but also, or scattered in a large pond next to it.
There are those scattered on the roadside, creeping grass in the corner, then spent a considerable effort, but we were young "research", and from which we can find what is medicine and what things are poisonous, but what president a smiling flower, what flower would bear splendid fruit ... ... the morning we would have to be rushed straight Yu Ancestral Hall, because there is no road signs, we have reached the opposite direction. Walking in the somewhat muddy road, mountain breeze field sent a long absence, the fragrance of the soil, watching experience all that is familiar and yet distant rural picture, my thoughts drift to the far, far away of the past: which sound of barking, which sounded cock, on-street which Zhuzhu still could not utter it to the grass, it's also flat Fanfan Sugar Pea Shoot with dew, surrounded by gently flowing stream, as if ears are still echoes of childhood giggle water laughter ... ... along the way such a concept would like to keep hitting me, intoxicated with me, ah, my roots, my hidden deep memory, there have been villages that unimpeded flow, then flow unimpeded there are still many in the past information, the number of past laughter; that the land nurtured me, ah, robust growth and the hope, that drops of sweat, if you so deep infiltration Yanmou ... ...
Of course, along the way I am most carefully to those with red fruit or something, so far I do not know what it is called: it is long with the same leaf with wild roses, there are a small thorn, it prostrate in the fields, on the cliff next to the (say it is the cliff is an exaggeration, but also is one of the grass a few people to a breakwater sort of place), each of this season in April when it will open up some lavender flowers, and then it will These red fruit on long, unfamiliar with when the yellow, then red, until cooked a little of the purple, but still the best to eat when the red and the purple ones taste a bit before. I remember a child, it is our children can be found in the wild fruits of the best. To locate and pick the fruit and then red and peer sharing, the joy you feel over it?
Stream. Tea. Ducks splashing in the water
Changhe in the rugged mountain road ran Hangchikengchi to, and the way melodies of white dust, a meandering stream of clear the way road without a break. With its mountains, water, trees. We have repeatedly called Qingnanzijin driver to stop on a multi with those of an innocent mountain stream close for a while, even so back to places to be daytime. We drunkenly to all who have shed the fetters, and share of clear and make the most intimate contact. Oh, distant childhood, the fish grass, small fish arrest childhood, Zha Mengzi, playing the childhood dog paddle, because playing in the water by her mother's childhood maltreatment, naked enjoyable childhood, this moment, all went back to my eyes ... ...
And now, I can do is this: to find a thin layer of gravel, playing no less than one child is more beautiful Shuipiao, the ripple will be thrown in its own memory of a little pierce ... ...
Are those ducks splashing in the water only a joyful cry to me from pondering the startled to see if they look like a leisurely contentment, white feathers, the yellow ones Jiaoya, ± a ± a mouth ... ... has been a long time are not so careful be careful to pay attention to these little things, our only contact with them is limited to the dinner table! The child, catch a duck, watch the ducks playing in the water, feeding the ducks (and other small animals), was once a very important day of my homework, get along with them the day, left me a lot of precious memories. If it were not this trip, how can I open the door that remember the windows?
Then there is the tea tea hill and dale, crafts people, out of the sky, relaxed static clouds, the simple pleasure of labor, fields of the breeze, I got glimpse of their predecessors as if the ideal of a hermit: mining-Ju Dong Lei, the Yau Nam to see the mountain ... ... more and more away from the city close to the original nature of village life slowly away from me, to be a juvenile ducks, to be a tea-picking of the farmer, has increasingly become an outdated idea; Be wandered the blue sky such as washing the apartment between the spirit of the poet, can only be read like a kind of luxury, where there is a small bridge, flowing water, people?
Ancient pagoda. Old house. Dilapidated get sub -
Well, we will see that ancient tower, slim and graceful on the edge of the small town of Zhejiang side of the river source. Zhejiang source is a small town, so if the driver tells us that we all regard it as a small villages. With the other villages in Wuyuan, as indispensable to three signs: murmuring winds to flow through the water, surrounded by verdant hills, old people's residences Light v. Gone month and year. Like a rainbow off the Millennium Guzhang as Long Sky Tower has become the source is different from other parts of Zhejiang the most significant sign. In Wuyuan, you saw Nazuoqiongqiong Jie Li of the Song dynasty ancient pagoda, you will also to the source of Zhejiang. Very strange is that this tower was guarded but not charge them anything, I just go when a little girl evidently was to go, know that I was to see the tower, then turn back go and we have to open the lock. Long days, a total of seven floor tower is about more than 30 meters, brick-wood structure. Tower has been a bit squalid, and tells us that it already has the age, Wei as spectacular but still retain a powerful burst of anger, as well as the bell that hung in Yanjiao there is not even peel off, even though traces have been thoroughly stains. Denta Jimuyuantiao, and the plains there are different fallen on deaf ears to listen to audio, watching smoke curl from afar, a patchwork of villages set in the green inlay at the end of the blanket.
Every time when a tower, I will be fascinated by their temperament. After reading the Pagoda of Six Harmonies, Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Pagodas scenery, in a such a quiet hill village north of Jiangxi insight for so many centuries of a Cangsang solitary tower, but also do not have a shock! "Lost time is never ... ..." and a tower, on such legislation forward to a fixed perverse of posture, cold, and wind and rain as partners, Ren things vicissitudes of life, quietly, as a lonely soul , guard Lebanon's also waiting for hope!
Of course, large and small scattered villages in Wuyuan, and are those age-old Ming and Qing buildings - residential areas, are those one by one with some background history of the ancient wall of the chimney, as well as the history of the silhouette, are those filled with experienced by plaster gray tiles are those who do not know how many folk artists run out of youth and talent of brick, stone carving, wood carving, as well as painting and calligraphy can be seen everywhere. Wuyuan County is known as "book village" reputation, history, there have been many famous patriots, walking on the road may be able to touch someone threw fell over the footprints of our predecessors, who, perhaps was a chin-shih, perhaps a scholar. However, these are not I would like to look for, I look into are those falling outside the resident's behaviors to those of leisure, would the madding crowd, would the calm, share of calm and of peace and are those that a Careless memories let me into the village atmosphere ... ...
Walking in from the large tracts of green panels get stone yard (those blocks of stone have been grinding to succeed bright, some are paved with stone, in which the above still vaguely see the vigorous of the inscription), looking around the accumulation of years, occasionally there are one or two old woman sat in peace and harmony, wearing patched clothes, that face, a hand upon layer of wrinkles, again makes me think of childhood grandmother's love and affection ... ... really want to once again lay on her grandmother's bosom like a child-like coquetry, really want to go back to childhood, before the days of carefree innocence, followed by cats and dogs fighting in the evening rush chicks back to the nest during the day and put ducklings playing in the water ... ...
Changhe our efforts to put us one by one isolated from a small village struggling to pull back to the county seat, and then the bus, train, and we returned to the hustle and bustle of the city. Ju will carry on, whether I wanted to, like travel always come back, I inevitably grow up, left home as the fog like the rain, to the Central Plains, to the big city to the outside world. My rivers and lakes, my hometown, only in a dream, in someone else's song, the one little bit, and off to pick up. Do not know the years left me, there are many such nights, I accompanied Washeng sleep, I fall asleep counting the stars, let me fall asleep as quietly as a child?
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