And all the tourists, we went to the yellow wire bridge, some distance away from Phoenix where it is not the name of a bridge, is an old village, surrounded by memories of the history of the old city walls, an old woman weave silk, a section of to defend the homeland, old story.

We do not have boarded the old city wall, and no access to the old village because of travel area managers bad attitude, which is most often encountered by those who do walk. You get along with the embarrassment of area and population, conflicting economic interests, we can only be a suspicion watching. So, we just around the block the old city walls, in the old village, a large external pocket a ring, watched from a distance, this old village vicissitudes of history. Perhaps it really is an old woman who still somewhere look after her children and grandchildren, with wall wall prevented the entry of those of us stranger. However, the block is that we can not stop their invasion, to their homes has gradually Fading of color and lost the calm and quiet, leaving only the noise on earth.

Old Chinese saying goes, "a blessing in disguise, how can you know fortune," is to be in the us. The yellow wire of the old city wall of the bridge, we just ran into a pedestrian ready to go to a named Shu Jia Tang of the stockade, according to drivers, said it was a descendant of Masquerade Legend of seclusion where well-preserved, has not yet been development. We got on a tour of ride, to find our hearts outside Phoenix Phoenix.

Dealers on the road, it will allow us felt that this is not a virgin land reclamation; winding mountain bumps, as if the mark of western Hunan, Shu Jia Tang way away is not only that, it's like a return home paths, deep into the remote hinterland. Over and over the narrow stone protruding Heung Road, generally small-3 is simply impossible to go, we have added significant horsepower van before being reluctantly, Waiwaidaodao to squeeze past. Some people say that there is no road, people walk more, it becomes way. This is indeed a way out. We do not think, and even joy, because too many convenient way, resulting in too many convenient invasion, destruction, especially the situation in the present situation of China's civilization. Too much development, the loss is too much, like being part of the Xi'an terracotta warriors and horses buried part of the Gansu Dunhuang be re-sealed.

Harmonious coexistence between man and nature is an eternal topic, Shu Jia Tang may be an example. Without a uniform, managers, no-frills a new ticket booth, there is no fine print tickets for entrance into the village, is on the slopes of a thatched Dacheng the cow, several Farmers Association squatting outside smoking a cigarette, see us, then erected around a five-dollar ticket is of a small white film, the top is printed "book travel tickets at home Tong Gu Zhai," the words, in the middle covered with "Shu Jia Tang village committee," a red official seal, also distributed a faint scent of ink.
A young villager, induced us into the village, while walking with his heavy accent for us to recount. No tour guides explain the kind of heavy professional tone, he seems to like the pioneers, for the home excursion description of the history of their homes, a return home seems to find our roots feel.

He is a master, he is a descendant of Yang Rokuro, he is proud that his homeland's "calligrapher history." This is why Shu Jia Tang printed in the paper as "calligraphers Tong" reasons. On the way, he has repeatedly explained that for us, Shu Jia Tang calligraphers in the past has been called the Church, and later named head of the land reform of a Shu suspicion "book" in traditional Chinese characters is difficult to write, they were renamed Shu Jia Tang. In fact, the name then? Is really important is the village itself, embodied in the atmosphere, gives the feeling. But we still lead the way for the young who were moved carefully.

Stepping stone on the road in the village, as if standing on a heavy history; pathfinder Bieluan along the way told us to go, said the Song dynasty in the year the village is built in accordance with gossip rounds map, simply because the land reform sub-fields, the reservoirs become into farmland, Lineup largely destroyed. The edge of farmland in a randomly placed with a large pier, young people told us that it is ancient in the chin-shih messenger system horse, shaking the flag pole used. History is so random unattended in the field, often inadvertently been neglected by.

Villagers in areas where, by the tall, thick walls of the enclosure, the dark green of the moss crawling a large brick in the Dark, the tender was pressing, forming a huge contrast between time and space. Into the walls inside the Shek Mun, stone inscribed with the words on the beams, as early as the history of wind and frost erosion has been peeled off of the blurred. Distance, and the other stretches Shihmen all alone standing in the stone steps above, a fire burned the door of the one remaining, Shek Mun, on Xi Xi Lang Lang to several large uncombed long grass in the wind at random Piaowu forward, lead the way by said that it soon collapsed.

Sunlight is very bright, no deserted village, and occasionally, a few light Ding children, standing in front of homes, with curious eyes stared at us, unknown intruders; village which is very cool, we walked for thousands of years the ancients the footsteps of history with such an amazing composite; cited our young people to see around the old house, an ancient seat of the village compound, the Lei Cheng hard solid bluestone walls, fine wood carvings carved lattice windows, high - The phoenix rising from the corner, symbolizing the people's well-off households were wealthy, that is, here, gave birth to generations of imperial chin-shih, officials, implies a typical plowing the family's traditional Chinese ideals. When we asked this year's college entrance examination of the village, young people with the ambiguous response, expression Samsam, and had a glorious history of such a decline, and time here, sigh.

Unconsciously went to the 15:00, it was found is hungry, farmers had ready a lunch, each person six-standard, not expensive, this delicious feeling, only in the distant childhood memories in the find, and only that is memory, and in front of a very real, simple dishes, put a pot of just a few ginger simmered chicken, a dish of Wild Pork burn fir bacteria, a bowl of fried peppers, a fried eggs, there is also a vegetable, not the city, pesticides, hormones and so many scruples, distribution of the fragrance of a real village. Sometimes, we walk in the remote in from time to time with a kind of food to seek, it is also a kind of hometown memories, even though at that time the material is very poor, but our hearts and memories are easily satisfied. Because it is childhood, the past is a profound nostalgia.

To leave, I am very reluctant to far places, we can gaze afar to the most ancient of the Miao of the original Great Wall stands in a corner of the group in the green forest, dark, tough and tall and straight, like the one in the fog Phoenix artful. We can only choose to leave, because the train can not be returned to ear waiting for us. Perhaps leaving the regret will be better, are there any sage once said, there is a disorder in the United States, like Brokeback Venus.

(Postscript, this is my western Hunan, and Phoenix, writing very hard, like a newborn birth. There is a desire, I think trying to express, but only down these, though there are a lot of vivid memories of we've got to come out, I can only stop there, sealed a number of memories, to the past, as well as to the future. Another thank EAGLE band music, it has been described to accompany me, so my memory so deep.)

Author: zhulianbihe