Chu Shi Shanxi 2 ---- Sunrise
February 3, 2003
Wang's Grand Courtyard in front of Qingqing cold, time too early, there is no tourists.
Parking is a huge poster Premier Zhu Rongji in April 2002 written by Wang's Grand Courtyard.
At the entrance to a Daqing slab, the light can learn a lesson people, you can see the original fine pattern, faint revealing all of the style.
Guides surname Yin, a favorite photo of young people do not mind doing that we would like to invite Yang Siming guide Herd mentality, where we will have a warm pointing to shoot better results.
Wall Shen Yuan, green glazed tile brick, rich A large family party to show in front little by little.
Is difficult to imagine, this turned out to be Mai Doufu street level from the year started, dozens of generations after centuries Beiren vigorous set of operators to create a bold and dignified Penan delicate fine winding castle made of a great beauty.
Looked out from the walls on the surrounding villages in the low smoke curl, sound of firecrackers, the red light hanging from the door of every household close to the couplets, the children dressed in brightly colored clothes in the pursuit of playing around their houses, rich festival Very thick and heavy in the atmosphere like a village paintings;
Looking back on the compound, between the tall roof of the cornices, beautiful lion heads quietly lined brick chimney, dignified and quiet;
Farewell tour guide, stood alone in the quiet courtyard in the open, people gradually up the trance. . .
Today is Miss reached the age of 13 days, the maid will be wearing a new girl into the main hall, the little girl bowed his head, to the superior line of gift grandfather, Lao Taiye majestic cough to clear your voice waved, Tao Sheng " go ", it porting the table teacup. . .
The little girl carefully exit the main hall and saw the mother standing on the staircase edge, the mother's face with a helpless smile, pulling off his daughter's little hand, according to the railings on the stairs, it is a beautifully crafted鲤鱼跳龙门of the stone. . .
Since then, the little girl to start a long lonely time, to leave her family until she married, and then not following Xiulou step, the former in the high walls around the joy of kite-flying on the only night Dreaming of the moment. . .
Home with no other people think this is the end of the day there are even different, in front of busy, and begin with colleagues from the capital to visit Lao Taiye, from the mouth waiting for external providers cavalry herbs housekeeper look for checkout; speaking fluent Mandarin, and rapid interwoven into a short accent; rich family deep patrol Jia Ding Wei, a servant crafts, quiet little college years came the sound of Lang Lang. . .
Day long like eternity, the end of tomorrow to have even change?
Change in unknowingly arrived. . .
Slowly the sun rises, the sun, through the efforts of some of the morning mist contaminated shines down on the roof with snow.
The air becomes warm and those who have tended to obscure the vivid presence.
High-pitched Suona Sheng suddenly sounded as if a hundred years to penetrate the vicissitudes of human events;
1 yangko occupied the compound's entrance, craft slice.
Toward the Pingyao.
Author: xibeiwawa
