Nan River back a week, full of mind is a lovely laughter of people laugh at, such as the cinematic release, in a dream flash. Nan River and the scenery of the film has not been covered, such as the background, would suddenly be allowed to enter in which smiling face behind a river of grasshoppers, in which the names behind the sudden flash of rounded river stone. Look at photos, which blocks of the old house, that even the corner of Xian countless times, I pulled back and that memorable landscapes.
Stone perilous rock is the first stop on our trip. Despite a night on the train did not sleep, when we come down the car so suddenly presented to the sentimental landscapes that time, all the tiredness have disappeared. Row boat slowly forward, away from the mountain near again. Water, a Wang Yin Yun's green, delicate graceful. Jing Yi floating in water waves.
Perhaps because I do not wear glasses their teeth with myopia, or is my crude imagination, for Miss guides pointed out to what we see as the horse, elephant foot, like the camel's rocks, I almost did not watch out, or as a the other strange things. I walk forward, on both sides is not high, but steep hills and peaks rising between the occasional mist. I walk forward, the heart began to breathe.
Sidelong walk trail is the creek. In the river regularly put some stones for pedestrians to walk --- and then I found this Rock Road has a pleasant name, called over the water-Ming Liang. Ming Liang's upper surface is flat, the water quietly vague shapes of low mountains, water, through the Ming Liang, after the hurry up and anxious, splashed the river washed smooth and mellow stone. Stream bend of the place is a row of green willows at first glance.
Here every one stream, there is such a river connecting the two sides Ming Liang. The two sides, or mountains, or water, or trees, or rock, or shore height of 12 under the farmhouse shaded by bamboo, or stream crafts back farmer and his cattle. Ming Liang passed, they would become a painting people.
Although there are many tourists Nanxi not yet known, there has developed a number of contrived or artificial attractions. What is known as shuiliandong of "fairy Longtan waterfall" In addition to this little boat into the cave, a small stimulus, the theory of scenery is nothing to appreciate.
Fortunately, there is also the visitors of the ancient villages, although divergent from the hot spots, but still maintained their original posture. Cang be here for a larger Pocun villages in the. Next to Beacon Hill, the village's main road like a brush, the village has Yan Chi, this ancient village at the beginning of the construction on the sustenance of the good wishes of the people plowing the fields. Lee Ancestral village is now similar to the old club's place stood the ancient shrine used in spinning machines, water tankers, Tsuishine tool. I am also stroking yarn machine, make a chirp chirp re-look.
Rough stone walls into a tired, missing a port on the courtyard, the shade of the trees in the courtyard of the trees stretched out into the slanting wall. The water, it seems connected to each household. Some people are in front of the reservoirs and ponds were on a narrow stone paths to the door, occasionally Wong family of dragons on the roof of the house anchovy spit the water accessories are also only schungite simple carved stones. The villagers as if the city already accustomed to visitors, as we filed into a house in their bedroom, looking around the kitchen when the Jing Mo someone we care to read two, laundry is still waving sticks pestle, doing manual is also absolutely still to concentrate on.
He then went to the Hibiscus Village, the layout of the same is true. Stone walls, stone paths, trees, smoke, wind around into the evening twilight. Dutch hoe farmer returned. Shenxiang end of the Yellow Dog's bark.
After dinner, across a street, and finally Looking back on the ancient Lishui Street. Linshui slender stone on the street had been trampled too bumpy, one side is the result of countless trials and hardships that some tilt doors. Through the water column, turn on a row of red lanterns, reflected in the Lishui lake, people also can not help gentle thoughts together.
Is far from the bustling craft slice through waves suddenly heard the sound of the water to see the other side of the brightly lit office crammed dense mass of people. We cried excitedly: community theater! Squeeze in to a question, the original in accordance with old customs, every Jingzhe after midnight, where we should put on the 6-10 days of drama, probably for the prayer this year's harvest fields. I really did not expect that, away from the modern city so close to a place, actually have room for such a convention, look at the primitive stage and people happy and satisfied face, I suspect the modern and the development and people's lives whether it is what kinds of association.
Out of the stage, each bought a bon bon a relaxed cotton candy. Darkness mixed with the smell of sugar, sonorous and forceful sound of gongs and drums, and the faint smell of Lishui Lake; scenery, the crowd, discourse has become a little hazy and mysterious. My heart is very quiet, it seemed a bit drunk, as seems to sleep like a child, when lying awake in his father's shoulders and around the reservoirs, passed the crowd, the lights flickered and then I went to sleep. . .
By: GiGi
