Many things can disappear from the memory, but some things can not forget his life, perhaps these things are so small that they are often ignored; There may be some feelings just an instant, an instant too often treated as a dream may be it has been will always remain in your heart, you will often go to such memorable moments in the emotions. Renzailvtu often been touched by many things, perhaps after thousands of antiquities is the same, perhaps look back between the eyes, perhaps our predecessors left behind a word, perhaps with brigade tender care and support. This time, like this sentence: a soldier was not killed on the battlefield is the return to native place.

Phoenix, had been passing a few years ago but with it brushed past, many times to listen to their friends to bring the Phoenix, or perhaps it away from me too close, or perhaps it is not very important in my mind, and perhaps always felt that go to Phoenix is a kind of precipitation, And I resist the precipitation, I prefer is that in the desert, plateau, grasslands, ocean illustrates open heart, Not to walk through numerous times, I almost never thought would go to such a small border town, despite the numerous articles in the praise it . Upon hearing that can not go to visit Guangxi, for the protection of the environment and species of wild life living in the deep forests of scientists for decades, I suddenly remembered the old man described by Shen Cong-wen border town: Phoenix.

I'm going to Phoenix: In this winter, under a continuous drizzle. Her friends to persuade the Road: Border Town is the most beautiful time of spring in March and September of the fall, and now is really not the time. The father said: Perhaps it is time to Phoenix at least one winter, the Phoenix may be quite different, not to mention the future, you do not know when it can go to Phoenix. (Upon hearing this quite sad heart and decided to come back later to see more parents). The rat preparation with an old friend of many years I went to Phoenix, so I have to ask: Do you really want to come with me to do? But you have been to many times. And he still does not give any definite answer, but bought the 7:20 pm train from Changsha, Zhangjiajie bound (rat: owe you a love that can only be compensated for in the end of travel, plus rice pudding one Oh, a rice pudding on the to kill you, take a Shau Kei indefinite behind: Xiao Nizi, owes me money owe me money 。(*(*)

On the train, we bought the hat and gloves cold, ate steaming bowl Article humming a minor hop on the double-decker bus station, the bus only two of us upstairs in the front left and right to occupy a position, Alice on the Erlang Tui in the twilight dim, the suddenly remembered beatles. Recall that song: Let It Be. That era, revealing the kind of genuine emotion in the cynical Lennon has been gone, but his voice, his spirit, his footprints have been enough people to forget the taste.

On the train a child, one ready to go visit his father's three years old Wangcun children, the kind of brilliant too busy to look deeply touched me, and mouse with his incomparable gentle feelings went up this innocent child's innocence, the two were hiding in After the curtain to see the rapid progress of the train lights, I really wanted to go there to capture moments of emotional expression, that is pure passion to make such a mouse in the Wangcun had lost his precious camera.

Mengdong he reached the railway station in the morning 6:30, just in time to the Wangcun the boat, that lovely kids with us to Wangcun. Mengdong he early morning mist, fluttering indistinct vague, a bit cool to cold, many of the local mountain people carrying baskets to Wangcun go to the market, from which to appreciate the mountain is always the hardships and immense poverty, some of them squatting , standing, sitting, chatting days, rolled Han Yan, smoking a pipe, his face covered with a deep and dark most of the wrinkles, the nomadic desert they different, they do not have the kind of sturdy, expansive feeling , but no shortage of desert nomads in the strong and patience. And that child, the child looked at me watery lens, firm came to rely on my arms, then the kind, gentle and trust, and the murder of an entire roll of film I have. Rats do not forget the way I photographed the work of countless photos to prepare for the day of fame to do promotional purposes. * (*

After 40 minutes of sailing, we reached the year filming "Hibiscus Town" in Wangcun, disembarked when the child stretched out his hands and we hug goodbye, because the child affectionate farewell, rat even forgotten his precious camera on board, Until he come to sit down and eat tofu meters, cameras gone, the fame of this lady, working in did not, and 555555 ~ ~ ~, pier a good-hearted people here began to go Congjiang River side for us to find the camera, the small small, a tourist Wangcun soon spread the news off camera not see a lot of people do not know passion to help us find the missing camera. Wangcun: ancient village has been destroyed can be honest is not being changed.

Wangcun due to film "Hibiscus Town" and famous for the one hand, rely on water, the mountains of housing construction showed ladder-like upward extension of the ship from the mengdong he look Wangcun, if the weather is good, far from the trees at the leaves of ancient trees to cover up architecture, do not have the same scenery. Unfortunately, three years ago, a fire destroyed the building will be here for simplicity, but also because of the local mountain of poverty, many burnt houses are mostly no longer build, leaving behind mostly the wreckage Duanbi, even re-building is also a modern concrete structure, it is difficult to find the year Diaojiaolou, rat shouted: finished finished, Wangcun finished, a few years ago I came here and so totally not the style. Locals said: Anyway, here as Wangcun are still many such places, this not work, let us develop a. Wealth is not necessarily to destroy the original beauty of a mountain village? We ran up and down again Wangcun found that a lot of that year the church building, Cong Qiangtou, or the year a number of frames you can see traces of Western culture, wanted to come to such a remote place, the missionaries traveled to China to pass the Gospel , it also can be said to embody the spirit of some kind?

Tujia are catching up with a fairground scene, apart from the basket carried on behind them, and the occasional head ornaments difference, there is no difference between Tujia and Han. This I have seen in Xinjiang Muslims, Kazakh different. Whether in Yunnan Bai, Dai, or in the far outside Kate Wangcun the Tujia seems that they are proud to be finished in this grand unified behind is a deep concern and desolate: no text Record nation may disappear sooner or later, or have been completely assimilated.

I like this market: a long three stalls, boundless the end, it is interesting among them the long, colorful plastic buckets and Yo-pot of different sizes, focus on the art of the butcher who looked forward to their pork decomposition (Oh, rats brothers and sisters), bargain bazaars full of sound. Basket carried on the camera to capture a number of mountain people in the child's expression. Surprised by the crunchy radish, especially delicious eaten so many years without radish, DC I am happy to saliva, street stalls to eat at noon in the hot rolling Xiangxi Mi powder.

1:30 pm We left the Wangcun back mengdong he train station, take the 2:45 train to Jishou a result, missed the train to Jishou, unable to withstand the temptation of soliciting Miss Clueless we sit to Guzhang small dragging, shaking to a Guzhang county, one asking if there is no car is willing to go to Jishou not feel any disappointment, but skipped to the train station to wait for the 6:10 pm train to Jishou crossing. We are hanging around with the tracks, humming a minor, dancing, mutual ridicule, time they fell back to 70 years, should be more like the Red Guard era, wearing guapi cap, wearing Heibuliuqiu anti-rain coat, carrying a small bag, adaptable, Xpress thought, the typical "idealistic fools." The 70's most of the small train station so that no one, Qingqing sway. The difference is that the tracks on the two ignorant ridicule of young people, laughing and joking, mouse, after all, mice, hard year round holes, straight teeth grinding sound, no way inferior to pangolins, I have to candidly admit defeat. No really cold, went to a shop fire baked on carbon, but also make people outside of the Kao Hongshu.

Arrival is 19:00 Jishou many rats in the past the old men, Liu, driving a brand new Nissan cars to meet us, and in a high-level restaurant for us Jie Feng, Guo Sanxun wine, after some little tipsy, they talked with each other These lakes are words and legends, each year some of the misunderstanding to say, then it is so full of pride in his mind. Rats are also a lot of Dousheng laments. Luxury accommodation at a local hotel, late at night several telephone harassment, but also accompanied by the voice of late-night barrel lock, in the shouting, the door finally did the sound, Jishou really should be "difficult."

Liu 7:30 am to meet us, get us to Phoenix. Yes, we're going to Phoenix!

The scenery on the road many times lifted my heart, really beautiful, so much fog, accompanied by sporadic light rain, fields, mountains, Miao, layer upon layer, the distance near the roadside in the permeability of the leaves hazy Hong, Liu said: As early as a month would be more beautiful, and now bad weather, how do you choose this time to Phoenix? Honestly, I do not know how to answer his question, to me, no time travel, space, the concept of the season, travel in the formation of ideas, words, pictures are not completely controlled by the season, to bury their three-dimensional space, back to the original self, in such a sense of travel is that I really have needs. Liu to remain in our border town, driving back alone.

Border Town - Phoenix (which is really not in the border town of Phoenix, but in tea Tong Mountain): Mr. Shen Lao pen may not be the Tuo and Tracy, there is no pipe-old urchin Huang Yongyu Diao, there is no political situation of Xiong Xiling, without a century on the battlefield hundreds of brave generals, Phoenix is definitely not what it was now. In addition we seem to have no other travelers, there is no purpose of wandering, they were unable to see maps of walking in the street alley, when cold, went to Ma Te Street baking Kaohuo sound studio at home, or go to Xiong early batik workshop to visit visit the chat, he will let you put Braille for him to be a commemoration, not to reject him yo, even if your calligraphy, like all piled up together like a matchstick (Oh, the eldest of the above have Shouyu: Castle Peak Silk, is large in spirit). It is often said we should listen to the yellow wire here, Qu Qu South Old Bridge the Great Wall, but I wanted to live in the streets, the look Tuo, Bang Bang laundry hear the sound of Yo-stone road, in the baking Kaohuo shop, eat stir-fried pot and stir nibbling, patted the elderly and children, and then not going anywhere.

The two sides along the Tuo, there are a lot of women in the riverside washing clothes, washing Bang Bang playing the sound of sweet sounds, a pity that the local governmental organizations, human resources into the two sides of the stone covered with a slip road, is said to be in order to better reflect the Phoenix landscape character, protecting the original ancient cultural buildings; also heard that the ancient walls of the South to re-repair is not too happy to hear that, just as resolutely opposed to repair the Yuanmingyuan, as that would destroy thousands of precipitation and historical evidence. Diaojiaolou there are few, the Government has called on everyone in the concrete houses have to survive on the following columns, in order to reproduce the year Diaojiaolou style, do not know that the call was right or wrong.

North Gate of the pier, fears that the bridge had to find Mr. Shen Lao's old home, which is a before and after the two-hall, the middle of the day well composition, and the building is quite resemble Pingyao (China's construction has not changed since ancient times ). A total of eight houses. Mr. Shen Lao was born in 1902 in this, and spent his childhood and adolescence, until 1917, his army to leave and spent a half soldiers, half of the six-year military career bandit. He read the early years of private school and upper primary, naturally dislike control, and whenever they truancy, his father to be chopped off his fingers to give lessons. Later, from the army went to Beijing to study, then, he was 20 years old. Age 26 years, from Xu recommended approval Hu, breaking the rules to become a lecturer at Shanghai China Public School. And class 18-year-old girl fancy Cheung Siu and, Mr. Shen Lao can not be suspended river, was able to write about flower, exceed and expand love letter offensive. What a fierce fire, Although he has nothing on the battlefield, the situation the court action, such as Jiao Tu, in the face Jueyan wonderful talent, Zhang Zhao, and even how proud brake gas is difficult to resist the artillery of the bombing, four years later, throwing helmet Resurrection of the Stepford Wives finally cook the Chen Lao. Former Residence of Chen Lao simple and quiet, only one has quite an interesting old-fashioned phonograph.

Then we boarded a boat to visit the cemetery Shen Lao, Tuo Huang Yongyu in looking for wins old urchin Tsui House, thinking that the old urchin is still very idea that some fame in my eyes, old urchin intellect, and in particular its business sense I did not, etc., may Tatema catching up, and ginger, or the old lady. Ashore, the large group of kids ran over to sell their butterfly, photographed a rare group photo of their photos, and buy all of the butterflies, to the audience with our ancestors: Chenlao. Cemetery in accordance with pre-Shen Chen Lao Lao Shen Linjiang built their own designated areas, pro-bamboo Kikunami is to select one of the purposes here, the cemetery inscriptions engraved on its rechargeable Li Yi Mei and the inscription: No discount is not from the also-ci also allows, l'etoile its people, newborn baby who he is. Be Shenlao life itself. After the inscription engraved Chen Lao's own words: According to my thinking, able to understand me; as I thought, be able to meet people. In the corner, another monument: a soldier was not killed on the battlefield is to return home. Suddenly felt a nose acid, immediately kneeling on the grave at heart, different kind of feeling. Think of the recent great respect for journalists who are familiar with the L-jun, an interview on his way to the frontier killed in a car accident, when the dying hands hug cameras; think internationalist fighter Che Guevara for the truth has been slaughtered in the mountains of Bolivia; think of the famous navigator Blake died in the environmental protection of the environment and ecological work, "In order to do something green for the whole power of humanity": this is his last testament; remember the famous photographer Robert Capa in 1954, setting off a landmine in Vietnam, the body was blown to pieces the moment, but also instinctively press the shutter, photographed, "Kappa in the eyes of the last world," while their age not more than 50 years old, died on the battlefield, far away from their homeland. They were born penniless, when he died, uncorrupted, can be left is the eternal spirit. No intention to be advocating a kind of heroic sentiment, Keren is not all should be somewhere some direction, some spirit? Select the favorite, and perhaps will have to pay for all your life, this decision is not easily be able to choose: this requires sufficient courage.

Ashore, the straight streets, "Mom silver shop" in our own design, and personally Daoteng under the command of my mother's son, immediately in the muddy lamp, wielded a small hammer for us to build out that we are thinking of silver device accessories, and then would go back to Le Zizi River Inn. Inn landlord to our side steaming, fragrant soup duck, straight cuckoo so much noise my stomach is called, devour two people actually lost a samgun heavy fighting to make a pot of duck fat, leaving the more stirred up the water Water: Tomorrow morning the following article. Eaten after the fire around the carbon chatted with the landlord. Their lives are so calm and serene, the master looks very literary temperament, his talk in the ancient city's cultural roots, talking about the lives of local residents, let a long a lot of insight. Phoenix, who is a mysterious and tragic history, the Warring States period was a result of "human Biqin chaos" came to live in communion with foreign intervals for hundreds of years, this world is a legend in Taoyuan. After the mid Ming Dynasty, Miao uprising continued, is a world-famous Great Wall, the construction of the South, five hundred years ago here is growing and becoming everywhere, and in the late Qing hundred years, even out of a hundred generals, after the Republic of the twentieth century, but also out of the digital level and higher level of dignitaries. The writers even more definitely, most of them primary school culture to the world. The landlord is a native of locals, while his son is also not want to leave here (so Qingshanxiushui, external gazu on the industry, kill me, and I do not go). After the upstairs sleeping on the yawn of a warm feel.

7:00 am, quiet up, open the windows, Diaojiaolou panoramic view, this is the most local color of the houses Yuanshui basin, multi-Yishanbangshui findings derived from the essence of culture and landscape, while the Phoenix culture Diaojiaolou become the most important One of the background. Rats did not wake up, he is tired. To bring the camera out again along the river toward the cemetery Shen Lao, hit a lot of get up early for the elderly, 78 Wai together Kaohuo, I do not want to face the lens depending on them, and then went over to say hello to them, wanted to give They take photographs, they are Hehe's a smile: not shoot do not shoot, all old woman, does not look good. They summoned me to sit down and Kaohuo, Ke Guazi and asked if I come, ready to stay here long. Phoenix from the material point of view, the local population is still relatively poor, most of them are no longer farming, but rather to engage tour operators, while the decrease in winter visitors will undoubtedly bring them economic loss.

Walk through the alleys in the street, camera recorded a number of city people's character to get up early, as well as Diaojiaolou figure, a few years, maybe there has been distorted beyond recognition and has quite lost heart. Along the riverside, there are already get up early to pay close attention to migrant workers team in riverside shop stone road, when the front of the lens when they are, most of them are happy, he cracked a smile directed at the lens, but still hard rippling in the corner of the eye. Fenghuang Ancient City is really beautiful, and is the kind of scenery and culture sediment reveals a full-bodied beauty.

For reasons of timing that we had to give up a fairground scene Miao Village, after breakfast, bid farewell to landlord noon, 1:00 back jishou the past. Noon, rats in the past is the hospitality of our friends in the afternoon went to Aizhai slope, Aizhai slope typical Miao Village, housing mostly low-rise, layer upon layer upon layer, but no sunshine. Guilin scenery along the way has quite the style of windmill, the Qing Shan, Silk, based on the Peak Feiyanzoubi the building constitutes an increase of the ink, if the weather is good, there should be painting a more three-dimensional effect. Slope down to the Aizhai Miao Village is not for looking away, but the rats always wanted to experience the thrill of the steep cliff road to stimulate, he said: Every time I come here for fear of death can also come to each one. After a Aizhai slope, and we drove like an access road leading to the Sichuan (or Guizhou), roads rough and dangerous, anti-horoscopes, are eight-character of the road, no doubt gave rise to a kind of fear, while the majority of vehicles crossing the are slowly driving them to a half in front of road repair is to repair the cliffs into a blind alley, they came up with an anti-horoscopes, to build a bridge, vehicles from the bridge before, back when the repair of this road at the expense of many people To this end the local government in a high-peak as a plastic statue of a tribute and commemoration.

17:00 Back to Jishou, eat fried pot, and then bid farewell to friends embark on his way home. Encountered on the way home province of Economic and Trade Commission official, which he mistakenly think that we still did not university graduates, be properly taught us a pass, Oh, hear kinda happy, graduation is often mistaken for the entire decade, students, encouraging even under the more gratifying Dousheng trouble: When I can get quiet point? ? ?

Called mouse, said: This article is like my earlier emblem Island line, it is difficult to write, because in the course of the journey there are numerous ideas emerge, there are numerous feelings, there are numerous camera can not show the state of mind is quite regrettable. However: "A soldier was not killed on the battlefield is the return to native place" is never forget the heart, there is absolutely no heroic spirit, although we have been born in the heroic age, we still Happy, it's still free, as the material, money , reputation and hard work, but the heart away from their homeland only to those who died on the battlefield and not on the title of hero warrior moniker given to pay tribute to the many aspects of life may be tragic failure, but their faith with the ideals pursue, through the struggle, has finally become a true hero, a real person.

17 night in December 2001 was written in a riverside office goldfish tank

December 7-10 in Phoenix

Author: nancy_lu