"Phoenix" For me, it was originally just Shen's hometown, is difficult to find on the map a little dot, "China is one of the most beautiful small town of two." However, stay a few days later, she became a section of my lingering memories of an embossed touch to the picture, let me mind a forgotten place.
Phoenix coincides with the rainy season early in May, after a train, the car bumps along the way, I beheld at first glance is a hidden green water and the thin strands of rain drift in Bishan between the town green. Through the Hongqiao, in the twists and turns of the lanes in order to find the inn and found it in the Shen Congwen house - the courtyard opposite the set of plain simple, I can not wait for rehousing luggage, and just had better go and enjoy the peace of the ancient city-mee style.
To go all out of the alley is a long, high street or the Red Sand stone, or quartzite, I do not know how many days of riding through the mill, has been smooth and without edges, stones on the accumulation of small pits with shallow rainwater intervals have a round outlet, is carved in stone on the shape of the coins, with this ancient street with just right. In this narrow road and the many people passing: There are travelers like us, wearing just bought a batik scarf; a farmers stay away from home are the door off bamboo hats and coir raincoat; a pestering header of the Miao family of women, carrying a large bamboo basket of local everywhere, crates or sitting or standing inside a small baby, Zhang with curious eyes looking around. Black and yellow in the lane between the domesticated dog ran from time to time by a large roof falling water droplets hit the top of the head, a shrunken shrunken neck dodged. Street of the old house, in one case Qingwa gray brick walls, high roof, eaves, carved like a bird, like the Alice artful, old people sitting in the Big Dipper Diaozhuo Yan wooden door ajar, with a face an air of calm, the number of visitors from outside will not have looked much slower to catch. Walking in the city's streets, I have to respect a kind of inexplicable feeling of closeness and Shunian seems to have been here a long time, there is no strange that the early parts of the fear and anxiety.
But the daytime hustle and bustle of tourists, after all, compared to the early morning and at night I love the Phoenix.
Redstone along the ancient walls of the morning and boarded the north gate tower, climb the stairs down to the Tuojiang shore, opposite a Diaojiaolou also have shut carved in wood, there is no waking from a dream, ceiling thin wooden feet has become dark brown and stuck it into the river, insisted on old-fashioned house, water occasionally a move, Diaojiaolou blurred reflection is also a grain pattern to Yang Kai come. Took a while, the river started rising very thin mist, which logs the Da Cheng Mu Banqiao and red sandstone rock jumping in the water looked calm and harmonious, I and a companion station to the bridge, a station-hop rock far from each other wave. Go back to the North Gate overlooking the majestic tall towers, which still stand in the morning mist in the Enron, the war Although no longer exists, but still with the ancient tower, like the impressive Ji-Yang.
In the evening, Lane side of the people are ready to eat dinner, and it was simply carrying his bowl squatted on the door, and looked comfortably tells us. Into the most popular Cross Street, we arbitrarily select a small shop to sit down, big iron pots inside the agency duplicating the fragrant rice, then told several dishes of vegetables, meat and Suantang acid, are the characteristics of the Phoenix, eat well and buy a bag of sour radish, or Jiang Tang, as a snack food consumption God. To stroll the ancient city of shops, we saw Liu cannon dye Carpenter shop a number of exquisite orchids batik cloth, although not to buy, Liu enthusiastically refers to as the master to see him give us the territory of batik; are there any recorded silver shop, Sinocalanus The silver chain and silver dropping to my eyes, pick up another pick.
Night gradually deepened, shops closing is necessary, pedestrians are empty, we walked back to Inn Natiao alley, Anhuang lights shining on the stone street, seemed to be especially quiet secluded long. Only to hear his own footsteps, but did not feel loneliness, but float a warm heart, just like riding home from the road, street closed the doors of every fan, I seem to have been too familiar .
* Shen Cong-wen wooden cemetery sit along the Tuo River downstream, Diaojiaolou, wind and rain Hongqiao, Longevity Palace, 10000 towers are slowly being left behind. Tuojiang water is shallow green bean is no longer referred to as the novel is so clear, but it remains quiet and moist, and a quietly flowing path. I do not know what words can describe this person given birth to generations of Chinese scenery flow, and only wrote to Zhao-Shen Cong-wen Zeng, and a sentence jumped out of my mind: 33, this place like you, too soft of. The front is Kikunami mountain, to the tomb of Shen Cong-wen.
Shen Cong-wen's tombstone is a colorful local natural stone, pure heaven, no rules of the shape of the front engraved with his words: But I thought, can understand the "I"; as I thought, could know "people." The back is the charge and the draft Chang sentence: do not fold are not from, l'etoile and his writing, but also chee also enable, newborn baby who he is. Looking down, there is a stone tablet inscriptions Huang Yongyu, poster reads: Otherwise a soldier killed in battle, that is to return home.
I think if can choose, Shen Cong-wen a certain willingness to return to Phoenix his home life, rather than death in Beijing. Most of his ashes are said Sajin the Tuo, finally made him long to return home. Put a bouquet of sweet honeysuckle on the foot monument, and we quietly left the piece with the sound of the wind and the companionship of the cemetery clean and upright.
*黄丝桥古城stationed troops in wartime黄丝桥古城land of the ancient camp of the Phoenix from Phoenix, more than an hour's drive. We went to the bridge is already yellow silk evening dusk while the magnificent desolation of the towers, but also with a bit bleak, empty the city before the court seem to hear a call for tragic year. Onto the tower, visible distance a small stone bridge, where there was a wooden bridge is said, was a surname Huang Xiu-old to make money by selling silk, yellow silk Bridge The name is also resulting. Today, wooden bridge has been the absence of the old story of the WONG was handed down. Former barracks in the city already has become today's homes, walking in the walls of the channel, the front of the point Weiranchuli Taiwan, glory still, here is the peace of households, just a few kilometers can hear the voice, so I can not help mind trance, I do not know at the moment is an ancient or today.
In the tower a small shop on the Amoy was a "Twisted twisted silver bracelet" is a boss from the miaojia income to the old silver, said to be quite some history in her clothes Cengceng, then in the old old is issued to the silver light.
* La-La-Er-Er-Shan Miao Shan Miao Village to go purely by chance. Fall Hill this December day, want to go to catch up Miao set, stop in Wuchao river stone bridge拍几张照片the car ready, but was told to buy tickets before Miao Village bridge, we finally had to reluctance to buy votes, but did not expect more than seeing a scene.
Miao Village high in the door, the girl Miao Peng Shang glutinous rice with bamboo liquor, Qinglie mild, it seems to be more drunk than usual spirit come out. The way is still flat Zeze the stone steps, the houses are built on a sloping walls stone walls, gray tiles cover the top, above there is only a part of the wood frame, penetration of daylight into. The door has a fire pit, as well as the ashes of unburned end, pits the top of a stent, which is used to smoked bacon in a. Green beans water stone walkways, stone or wooden bridge, the thinning of the fence, covered with muddy urchin, dressed in blue cloth clothes Chantou woman, squatting river beat clothes housewives around from time to time after the dog, or even pig, let me completely forget the outside world. At the end of an empty field there are girls knocking on hubs, edge dance while knocking on his face festive graceful smile, as well as on the Daoti, how I can not see how two thin girls barefoot on the sharp blade, should really is next to the shaman's spells do play a role.
After a moss-covered stone arch bridge, we can clearly see that the "gigantic stone bridge", and said to Wuchao River Bridge is the largest stone bridge span. Just hang around here, do not go, whether it is far, is near, take a bridge, or two are taken, the camera is very Nanshe scenery.
* Debendehang the mountain difficult, our time is only enough yarn to the flow of waterfalls, along the US-so I simply can not describe in words, is entirely good fortune of Shenxiu of the pen.
Western Hunan mountain is so high, majestic and shimmering turquoise, with a touch of mist shrouded peaks, upward Look at the white clouds Yin Yun and fluid, will think himself into the Wonderland. Falls very far, to go more than an hour, sometimes before and after the visitors were not only farmers rushing water buffaloes plowing in the paddy fields. Listening to gurgling sound of flowing water and the occasional bird call coming from, I really wanted to turn into a tree, or a grass, or the bird just looked up to see a white bird, turn into the mountains and the green and going. In the mountains, I have not had any identification, but a "person" can be casually sing a happy tune and no longer need to think, no longer need to care about, it would have such a charisma, people feel that they are born Here, the same as the love of his home could not resist to love on it, and refuse to leave.
Several days of rain, so that flow of yarn cascade revealed to us her best side. From the more than 200 meters down the mountain drift, mist, such as curl of smoke, tulle dance, Brisk but tender, in the foot again thrown Suiyu 1000 Gok, everyone Hen Buneng used up all the film. Up until the time around the back when we happened to walk from the hillside behind the waterfall, a gust of wind the whole lot of tulle Bianba this volume to my body, hair, clothes, all covered with water, soaked the whole of my satisfied to bring these "gifts" to go back a
Author: clovetoo
