Probably in 1988, when the town belongs to our family's own house was finally returned to my grandmother and uncle made, and so, they moved away from that little village, moved to the Ziyang Wuyuan town. My father brought me back to Wuyuan.
Ziyang is a hillside town, the whole town to the hillside from the foot of cover, jagged uneven, the town then the town is only a part of the road, but also the ups and downs, there is little time flat. Foot of the mountain is a
Back to the old house on a winding alley house, marching quartzite road, high kick low kick away until quite some time to see their own house. It was a completely wooden structure house, two floors, in front of a worn stone Dang and two rough stone flags used to insert tubes, two black lacquer had become colorful wooden doors, door it is a small courtyard, while the living room there are about 70 square meters, the floor boards already have cracks, stepped up Zhiyazhiya, the next it is two rooms and a room. Behind the living room is a big one after the courtyard, four rooms have their own side, after the back patio is a kitchen with more than 100 square meters, it is the size of the original let me eat shocked to. On the second floor in the past of Miss Xu Shi Xiu Fang, there is a hole exquisite carved doors and carved wooden bed. Standing on the second floor looked out and saw the Mid-Levels uva, white walls, a river rushing toward clean water, and opposite the Castle Peak.
Ziyang few days to stay precisely the light rain the weather, I sat opposite on the second floor overlooking the hills, the rain under the hazy blue mountains which exudes a sense of dripping green, while half the city's white walls Uva in the strands of rain drift Under the washing is even more clear, and the total reminds me of Du Fu's song "Water sill removal of Heart 2": go Guo Xuan-ying, spacious, without overlooking the village on credit. Chengjiang little flat shore, secluded tree night to spend. Drizzle the fish out, the breeze swallow oblique. The city 100 thousand, here 23.
Sometimes, they hit a home oil Busan, alone in the alley where the shuttle to come and go, quartzite Tap on the footsteps and the occasional wooden door switch Zhi Ya heard the voice of black tiles on the alley on both sides of hanging branches , have cast doubt on that they are walking on the Shu Ting's "Rain Lane", the tempting want to go back to actively look for women in general that clove.
The weather a little better and went flying along the mountain foot of the riverside, the cool green water, visible aquatic plants comfortable swing, picked up pebbles beaten Shuipiao blocks, 34 points, ripples will jump with the stones a circle slowly Yang Kai. Block bamboo bridge on river left the river three or four meters, the narrow bridge, a path overhauled to stop the beating, I would often go off half back, did not dare to in the past. Still do not know, across the mountains look like, but far from looking at the peak of the pavilion, do not know, who where the rest stop.
I have not seen the so-called attractions Wuyuan, but eating the rice farmers, live farm days, returned to Shanghai, leisurely distance, Wuyuan has become my heart can not simply sweep Menghun surround areas.
Author: cnxin
