Like San Mao believed that her pre-existence is the same as Gypsies, have returned from the Nianba, I believe all of the pre-existence must be Nianba countryman.
Trips ago, I do not know that we travel on this trip all the way there Nianba station, had never heard of him, with regard to travel arrangements for her husband seemed to have been a matter of taste, I believe that he is not poor, It did not.
From the start to the Nianba Jiangshan have sat in the ordinary CMB, driving the straight four-lane mud road, outside the window of the modern farm houses and paddy fields, everything seems normal may no longer be unexpected, even though in the morning , I am still sleepy. Until the car appears on both sides of the mountain, there have been green, I was back again as if the soul sober up a camel, maybe somewhere I already know it is walking on my way home.
Endless green, cool wind, gurgling of water accompanied by the way, the time suddenly run fast, an instant we are through the tunnel one by one Zhangchangduanduan came in front of all of the Nianba.
Nianba are built on the edge of State Road 205, but I believe this is the National Highway strengthen his opportunities Nianba do not need all these, thousands of wind and rain, he had experienced, he has suffered, and he used to it, he would not go to the envy of the outside world, because he himself is a perfect.
Do not know which one is the correct path leading to town, so walking is within walking distance, the face is an 100 meters of the streets, but the ink is faint signs dust guests from outside the store reminding us of scenes back in the fifties of a a small town, but this one is almost not to be found in the streets outside, the locals told him to New Street, one wonders what can be called "old"?
Through the streets and really get in the village the road is narrow, the paving stones had been years in the Millennium raw slip circle, wearing leather shoes, feet to walk on are so uncomfortable, I believe that such a road straw sandals or bare feet only welcomes his own way to exclude an alien civilization. This exclusion is only shaped by mountains can there be morals, stubborn trace slightest kindness and helplessness.
Road is old-fashioned, and people have since absorbed the foreign culture rather than stiff, simple kindness of the mountain people were standing in front of its own, and those of us outside who kindly greeting banner, then a look of sincerity in the outside world you are in any case can not be found, and outside there are only face care, including my own, I believe I have my life no matter how drilling will not have such a sincere, unless I live here.
Montagnards their heads is their home, gate, gate crafted complex style has been remarkably consistent pattern above figures, are also animals, as if describing is a non-government allusions, in the brick wall against the background of the Under Each gate is a trace of past prosperity. Into this "old downtown" Meeting us is Guzhuo courtyard and is also elaborately carved windows and doors, corridors, wandering in the middle of these buildings, I have a feeling of returning to their homes, I am excited, I am excited, I am endlessly home to her husband and tell me how kind of how kind, how kind of how I kind of grandma, trying to find out even if a little similar to narrow the distance here, and I, to comfort my hopeless heart.
The pointing at the mountain, we came to the geographic center of town, but their hearts the purpose of the Holy Land - Wenchang Pavilion, Wenchang Pavilion is a three-story wooden structures, at the time played the role of books and the College, and in this way deep in the mountains, there is still revered Confucius, respect the culture, and people have to the village a new light. Wenchang Pavilion distinguishes his roof, Zheng Shi, whether the top or the top of the corridor, everywhere painted by advising people to study the theme of Chinese painting, without a roof has been forgotten, picture lines, smooth, full of implications, not the general mountain villager.
Although the mountain and the village guard intentionally or unintentionally, with their ancestral land, but the layers of mountains been unable to block the trend of the times of washing, Wenchang Pavilion now no books, no sound of the book has been in the disaster film without leaving any paper , scholars have also been put on a polyester uniforms sitting in a modern school, even I - can only regard him as their dream home and hastily said goodbye, only so that the thousands of empty self-lonely Wenchang Pavilion.
Author: steelpig
