Tracy Inn on Tuojiang the most beautiful part, when I saw it when the city began to rain, but never ceased. When the wet quartzite leads me to my waist its low wooden door, I already love it.
Tracy is also a three-tier, authentic wooden lattice windows and decorative veneer wall, covered with orange corn and red pepper. On the third floor is a large terrace, Tuojiang light to flow in the following, the pier can be seen crossing the river bridge and Mu Banqiao, as well as dilapidated wooden waterwheel, and the ancient walls of the north gate. Listen every day, in addition to the water gurgling sound, that was finalized with the laundry women's voice. Red Bridge the distance as if in a thick fog, in order to cruise through the lovely singing of the two Hmong girls, unusual crisp singing, not scattered across the Mongolian fans misty rain, wind around leisurely in the whole of the river surface.
Is the purity of water ... ...
Tracy called the owner leaves, the tourist population also has quite a reputation. Once the guests came from afar, standing in front of shouting her name, just she was not. Then the guests went to a nearby inn, but the next day he came again and brought another fellow traveler. Leaves moved to welcome them to the door, turned out that they had heard about Tracy and leaves the.
In the border town side of the ancient Tuo, each one has a beautiful girl inside Diaojiaolou, each one a beautiful girl, all call Tracy ... ... in the Shen Congwen eyes, the legendary and beautiful Tracy, I have found.
The leaves are a beautiful woman, but she was working in the county He rarely saw her. And familiar with her mother leaves, she is very hospitable, so will be done, more than 60 and you still tough enough, what the size of the house is going to come, but also burned cooking. And this Linjiang of the charming small building, that is passed down generations of her family to stay down ancestral home. Woke up each morning, you can eat her own hands to do pork thin noodles, plus a fried egg.
After the rain in a humid night, the leaves of the mother led us to see Miao Village's bonfire party, I would say that they got to go, but she insisted to accompany that bad people are afraid that we met at night. That day we go back late, far not come to Tracy, they saw in front of the two small lanterns, warm to the whole of the stone street Ying-red. Gently tapping the door rings, I heard the door of the grandmother and so on inside a cordial greeting - "overwhelming."
Gradually discovered that the ancient city where the women are so capable and kind. The men, did not leave any impression on me.
Author: naer1221
