The way travel fatigue

Throughout the night, we have lots to talk about the case, unconsciously, Quzhou up. When the shuttle bus bound for Wuyuan departure, morning has broken.
Gloomy sky, the beginning of the road let me recall the scenery Fuchun River, the river is shallow, narrow curved small fishing boat, the wind swaying reed catkins, our car, a pool of startled egrets. Eyeful is the harvest of rice fields to draw the line tree-lined road ahead has spread, I am reminded of a childhood near their homes, suburbs.
Poor road conditions began to rise, this is indeed the flood-prone areas, rugged mud, and the locals to walk a very high-handed, often holding buffalo go not so step aside, no alternative but to put on hold to bypass.
11:00 Multi-enter the territory of Wuyuan, ancient buildings increased, the door of every couplet and banners, to the Ziyang county.
Station, sent to the CMB's a lot of towns and villages, some of our confusion, after thinking it over, considering that most visitors would take the eastern front, why not take one opposite, go first unfamiliar to the western front, to transport and convenient fuchun .
The sun has finally drilled a thick cloud cover, basking in lazy people Yong Yong, plus tired most of the day, and in the bumps of the car, I fell asleep was again knock awake, awake to sleep, and so repeatedly, until the a heavy jolt, and the fellow's head was struck against a moment later, he did wake up in the screaming some, may soon asleep again.

Children mayor trees

Wake-up time was assigned to the spring, walking in the streets is a normal house, but locals have told us cast curious eyes, this is what I like, the hotel window, large tracts of rice paddies, Qiu Jin's ancient camphor trees, as well as villages and distant mountains, the feeling of return to vegetable garden. Can not wait, we have put into the embrace of nature.
Through the Street, came to the tree towering Guzhang, the vicissitudes of history left in branches mottled mark as the lush canopy of leaves, trees still upright, and days of fighting with the ground fighting a great sport. If it is long in the Tian Mu Shan, must have been submerged in the jungle, because it was born in this place, was regarded as a village the village of feng shui trees, careful care, has the status of gods in general, trees thrive in the village also has begun to flourish. If you come from some other place far away will be able to saw an old tree, and then is a village, like a tree for the village sheltered. Think of the crowded metropolis of talent is not Dezhi who break a go, maybe it really can become pillars of society!
Encountered many of the children in the village, see us carrying cameras, are particularly curious. Edge of the village there are streams, in the Liu Lin's direction, the children one by one jump into the river, and then wet to climb up to, then jump off, too cute. I-yuan and Wang to go on along the ridge along the shoot some souvenir photos of pastoral scenes and found a little girl wearing pink clothes looked far from us, but when I want to make her, but one he turned to walk away fast, non - the distance, then stopped and look back to us. Faint, and I can smell the fresh mountain Yigu breath, all the way Kuangzhui, her brother, Dao Shi is also not afraid of the girl behind the first hiding in the grandfather, and later fled to cattle behind, maybe I was too rogue, and forcing her to shame reddening, and finally look back a smile, and good and transparent big eyes. Sunset, the granddaughters to catch a cattle gradually far away from us, and a cool wind blowing over the Huang Cheng Cheng ears of rice, which is the harvest time.
After dinner, I was again touched a back, the mayor of the town of Fu-chun told Shanghai to the guests to personally come to visit us, but also brought along a tube, together with Comrade propaganda. Fu-chun on tourism development, we just randomly chatted while they carefully took notes as words of wisdom. Found that they really isolated, and even the Shanghai Tourism Festival in October do not know if at that time to Shanghai a bit of advertising, the effect of natural extraordinary. Peer Shi Feng is in full flight, so we strongly recommend to the mayor, let Shifeng to stay in charge of tourism development here in bar!

To the ancient stage, as if returning to childhood

When I opened Xingzhong sleepy eyes, to see is like in wonderland scenery. As if we are floating in the mist, the green, Gu Zhang, distant mountains are hazy, the village has disappeared through the knot filled with dew cobweb look outside, wet, and crystal clear. I did a deep breath, and good fresh air.
We intend to first go to the ancient town of the first stage to see Chun. Pakistan to go there rarely, and only take the truck in the past, I choose to sit inside, that is the way to experience travel fatigue. Sit at the back to Britain, and no hand on it is difficult to be firmly installed. The villagers along the way to a lot of riding, and we were removed from inside, feeling very happy, as if already do as the Romans, the rugged mountain road, beating a reverie about an hour later, the town head up.
By pressing the pointing of local villagers, through an old house and moved onto a field in the village paths. Stranger walking along the first six columns, followed by a string of small non-point, hip downtown frolic rejection also Shuaibu Diao. Let's lead the way they quickly found the ancient stage. Kids have climbed the stage, while we were extremely excited, they said there is also greater. So wear a curved alley, eyes suddenly see the light. There are three Jinyuan La Foot. Foreground than the background is more ambitious, richly ornamented, it has become very old. Historical records, where Fang ancestral temple was originally built in the Ming-generation. Worship every year, and invites troupe to perform certain unprecedented grand occasion. I climbed the stage and found a pillar of all record of the troupe participated in the exercise, the most clearly was a man named Zhan Qianlong mark View class theatrical troupe.
Children to bring the ancient shrine full of life, the stage in front of the guests from afar enjoy performances, really group Renlai Feng. Suddenly came the cries of a small child because Pabushangqu, also does not like the brother and sister, and La Shanglai wait until the big kids, small kids and smiled, his face still tears.
"There Ghosts", the children from the most inside courtyard Fengpao out, take the lead in the boys told me that there coffin, I do not believe, came covered with weeds in the yard is the last one ancestral temple, and damp was moldy, and through the side cabin door and, indeed there are many coffins. I asked the boy, which are dead, is he did not know, maybe that's it. "There Ghosts", the group of kids again Fengpao out, led me.
Fu-chun on the way back, I have once again chosen to sit inside the car and has been followed by a large coal truck driver was a red beauty, in the swing that I seem to have been a nod to her, so she quoted me a smile , I am extremely happy.

A window cold rain to the Tsinghua

In the mayor's help, engage in a car that we went straight to Tsinghua. Intermittent rain, the road is extremely poor and are basically muddy bumpy dirt road, not the two vehicles counterparts, often opposite the car over, or we let it, or it allows us. A road passing through it is the poverty-stricken village in Wuyuan, is the starting point of the ancient post road, specialty Youzhi San, I see the old house full of dim lights and a ZHANG Mu-Na's face, the rain was even greater ... ...
Choice under for so long, and finally break, and drink Weizui, walking the streets at Qinghua wet, and only a few lights clear lights, long shadows shaky, the last being a shop door panels, a small town with us we should go to sleep ... ...

Tsinghua残梦

To wake up the rain, outside the faction blurred. Lanlansansan pack Ting Dang, a snack bar dallying in the streets eating breakfast. There is only cute puppy feet drill to drill, and saw a group of backpackers hurry through the rain, we spontaneously yawned.
Go to the Rainbow Bridge to undergo a Street, the Tang Dynasty, the town's streets vicissitudes of life than many much more. Raining hard, insisted on You Zhisan, I should just met a girl like lilac, reddish quartzite Road intoxicating luster, clusters of strands of rain drift and storage barrels a line, like the air four Suiyu splash. Residents leaned against the door to eat breakfast, or a daze looking at the rain man behind, Xu Yan wooden doors, the door was filled with leisurely past.
Boasting a rainbow bridge is a pity that we went to when the wind stopped, the rain stayed, clouds scattered in the shade of the sky Rainbow Bridge eclipsed. Daoshi the river has attracted a large waterwheel me, waterwheel driven mallet pound rice milling, squeak squeak beef cattle are turning waterwheel sound, pound, pound m is the gavel sound, along with being to the grindstone in Jami's silhouette, I like traveling back a few hundred years ago. Through the rotating waterwheel to see Rainbow Bridge, and the waterside laundry women, separated by a layer of water curtain, flurried trance indistinct, just like Kate.
And came back through the streets and found an old woman in the former limp, I am not far behind. I finally found the elderly to speed up the pace, go back to begging, "I am a poor, ah, do not shoot啦" good vicissitudes of the face, as if there is no deep sockets in the eyes, and I am ashamed to stop before they are standing on their own insights poor on the streets, "glorious and their dependents," the head are both more than numbers, which is often bleak slumped.
Readily able to hire in the street to the Da River in the CMB, due to fear of bumpy, we did not dare eat lunch.

Silent Zhi Yuan's Da-chuan

Hill Road, corner to corner to another, eyes suddenly see the light, white walls and black tiles col where there's a small village, the river side of trees at the trees or water to form a small step-like waterfalls, water has single-plank bridge, then at random it just right, idyllic . Car into the canyon, wet cliffs were decked out Alpine Rush, a few days rain, mountains and rivers merged into a waterfall on the rise to hit the window pane we exclaimed.
Da-Chuan is also very quiet, very small, we have to live in guest houses on the third floor of hydropower, the window is a large old house, garden and mountains, good days can see the sun and the glow, 5 a night, do you believe it? Until now, I suspect.
Go downstairs and have no intention to found a backyard, a row of Chinese Room, in the middle is a pond, swimming several tail is not a small red carp, want to come here in the past is also a wealthy family in the courtyard, then relying on the railings ladies play fish, we are now opposite the red carp watering for a snatch, originally intended to listen to the footsteps of history, but unfortunately, only hear the belly of the "cuckoo" sound.
Da-Chuan is a well-known reasons the edge of pit road junctions leading to the pit is located in the grounds of a rather special, "Tianjin flavor restaurant," so special is the row of the standard English the wall menu, tearful Trent ponds: chicken water ducks, purse red carp, and the way I did not encounter a foreigner, really forward-thinking. Store owner more than 50 years old, a look of kind, we eat here!
The door is the crop, the better kinds of lentils, Ms. Wu, the country girls could not resist the addiction after a single-handedly basket hand Zhai beans, specifically picking up those tender and green. Moment later a table dishes Qi, and carp are alive and killing, lentils is what is picked to mention the many new.

Li Hang幽梦

Chibaohezu along the dirt road to the grounds inside and outside a pit, the sky gloomy, and our mood is good, the fields the farmers are busy harvesting, threshing machines are foot-operated, without a little bit of pollution, occasionally heard echoed each other, as if Kongguhuiyin as wonderful.
Along the creek, there in front of a covered bridges, saw the extension built powder wall Daiwa river, stone road, stone Panchiao sat chatting on the bridge of the elderly, lay juvenile fantasy, here's laundry vegetables and women, Many swimming ducks, this is the reason pit.
Here and built the village in the Southern Song Dynasty, known as "by a landscape of the elite, bell for the hero's joined by crooked reelection Cody, Zan Ying Yi leaves" on behalf of the land and celebrities out. Main surname Yu, in the Ming and Qing dynasties is extremely flourishing more than brothers, one out of the Book of History and Industry, Board of Civil chancery, Eli Branch Jishi Zhong, built the "Book of the first", "Tian Guan Jokei No." " all admonish the first "three courtyard are all cornices Qiao Jiao," three birds "(brick, stone carving, wood carving) exquisite workmanship. Trail shiliang and Tuan Tuan and glorified water, bamboo and pine trees lining each Daiwa powder wall shadows.
Shenxiang walking in, I was also surprised to discover that a Guanting, turning two into the door of the horizontal tablet "Agriculture Emulating Da-Zhai" also faintly discernible, and then go in that yard, the middle lengthwise a tablet, engraved "imperial decree," want to come here and have been sealed off royal. Carefree kids chasing each other, time and vicissitudes of life, but also endless.
Came back just encountered village took us into a courtyard and said he could live. The moon gate, the courtyard planted flowers, being the living room, two rows of straight-backed chair, a square table, the case of several utilities for the ancestors. Then went to see the Hall next to the rooms, the kind with a curtain large wooden bed carved beams, faint with some of Gui Qi, no doubt, in the sinister wind high on the night, where the most Jiangguigushi atmosphere. Hear my attempts, Wu Xin Ye Batui left, she had to rush back before dark, "human."

Someone in the family deep in the mountains

Almost all narrow winding path, but it was covered with quartzite, where the most convenient to walk, but also a wonderful experience. Farmers are busy harvesting, and we relaxed a hurry, and gradually began to crosses, Wang Yuan down to down, he brought something much less than I do, it seems too little exercise, but he would never admit. Behind an old ox's call to hear a person rushing to catch up to cattle, and I take this opportunity to inspire, Wang Yuan, others water buffaloes faster pace than you may be just a few steps, he was not any shadow, and also never mind him, I and the cattle drive were chatting up.
He is not a local, living under Qiyun Mountain in Anhui Province, to Da-chuan is to buy cattle, and then went to Anhui loading, or shipped to Shanghai. The farmers must attack first in the mountain farming is often not enough food to eat their own, so young people are out to work, and otherwise can not come off. Went hillside, water buffaloes are breathless, cattle drive people say it is water buffalo, a high body temperature, body weight, so take the very difficult, so we rest in a pavilion.
I talk and laugh among cattle drive has been mounted in the hilltop, and so on for a long time, Wang was dallying to the yuan up, asking me discuss water to drink.
All the way downhill, much to see a few houses, a garden, 3322 farmers in the harvest, can do here is a small da? We climbed the mountain more than two hours, hungry, we just to look at a few old houses are not new or not do? It now appears that little tearful, and there is no feature is too small. Since coming to, they do so go back to not more injustice?
To listen to the first indoor area says there is to go look inside the village, we are skeptical. Hallway off rooms, roadside pond stocked with red carp, fat head big ears, the gurgling of the stream source is far from the hung a curtain falls. Wang Yuan started to back down, another case of many mountain to go? We are tired, and time is running out on to the stairs at the end, if you still uphill, we go home.
In front of all too much like a description of Tao Yuan-ming, and after the end of his rope and suddenly it's too surprising in. When we reached the end stage is indeed a paradise. A path extending toward the village, roadside soil embryo first few huts, and then suddenly see the light, open space drying grounds, is being renovated houses, small bridges, playful children, busy for the construction workers, meals for the elderly, however, When we suddenly stand in the central square, the instantaneous solidification of all, we looked at each other, in addition to murmuring water, silent.
I raised the camera, stir up the village, the children excitedly spread the news, and then wanted to come vie with each other, self-expression is bold, and oblique is timid, and in any case, for my camera, there is unstoppable temptation. I have frequently encountered the past few days the children are not afraid of the lens, so selection bias more beautiful shy little girl, as well as the big kids squeeze a small child cry.
Time fast, we pack up to leave the children have been sent to the village. Walk a few steps, Meng back, they would standing on a hillside, as if sculpture in general, and we waved each other good-bye -, pray - (This makes me a bit surprised).
Bite the bullet, life for the first time begging for food, can not do anything, there could not find a shop. Wang Yuan asked them to have bread, they say do not eat bread, only a few leftovers, no vegetables, it seems like very sorry.
The owner is a village cadres, at home in good condition and there are color TVs and motorcycles, pick up a clear-cut. Two bowls of rice on the three leftovers brought us bags of duck wings and tofu, do not eat too much incense. I asked inside the village seemed very poor, very poor indeed in previous years, he said, and later young people are out to work, and had earned money back to a house built on his own two sons on the outside. No wonder the scale development projects look like, a small branch of a river are great changes, though hidden in the faraway valley. We can not deprive them of their right to live a better life, but for about the history of passing away, there are always regrettable.
All the way down the mountain, see the bend on the right turn. Air solidified the forest they are not stuffy, splashed water for our accompanist, sang "I'm from the mountains, with orchids ... ..."

In fact, pretty much the same

By accident, I have discovered that many of the walls Sichuan Da brush the commonly used Chinese characters, called literacy literacy table. Uphold its history, scenery talented no shortage of talent in this place, just because of poverty, missed countless hope. The announcement that pre-school enrollment, tuition was 60 yuan, but also a recruitment of teachers, so has the idea of candidates. Not to mention having more noble, I am a little reluctant to this piece of pure land of the.

Days at home, as long as busy as ever, I will make a pot Wu-green, and the sentiment in the fragrance.
Wuyuan always felt faint, such as an ink scroll, a small people in paintings, underwater video, is us.

Author: photoman