Introduction: From Huangshan down, feet shoulder the burden because of injury, and into the Xidi time, not so much a walk as it is staggering. Because of pain, walking slowly is small; because no tripod-mounted, no matter how good night is difficult photographed. Unfortunately, it is now thought, feeling, that lonely far away from earth, after all, is also a quiet, well-being of the ... ...
From Huangshan rushed Xidi the road, kept watch, only one thought in mind: to catch up with the last streaks of sunlight.
It is punishable by a clan kinship as a link, given the surname Hu inhabited by the ancient village. During the 14-19 century here was the envy of many wealthy, but also rich enough to allow their own scary. To this end, those of Huizhou merchants had to be horse high gable-Song had the windows open too small, so such houses more, as time goes by, people will call it Huizhou houses. Down the centuries, after years of washing and elimination, Xidi ancient Ming and Qing Dynasties still have 127 houses, including the three ancestral hall. They are intimately next to work together to resist the impact of modern civilization and surging land. No one to resist such a conservative, actually against a "World Heritage" label to.
When entering the village, and who wish to catch up with the setting sun behind the streaks of sunlight. Looking around us, quartzite paved the afterglow of the setting sun painted the small streets, people rising from the bottom of my heart warm and cozy Yi Gu. Standing on the streets, pressing the shutter, so there goes on your favorite "final."
The high horse wall chiseled enough to be embedded in the blue sky. Sunset over the jagged, patchwork of the eaves, to the black and white horse-plated on the one in Phnom Penh. Only those few patches of mottled plaster, after a storm of history, a testament to Xidi past ... ...
The sky dimming, alas, several more steps of the lanes gradually quiet down. Light and King of the game slowly fade out, one looked, and air Lane become increasingly quiet and deep. Turn back and leave a stream, saw the rise of a meniscus of that round, and the light blue of the sky, whole placed on a clear outline of distant mountains, seems more and more charming and moving ... ...
Night of the. Pass in what lug "xun" Size instrument shop, a burst of Xun low voice not help me stop. Owner of the Orthodox Church a few blow-Xun Academy of Fine Arts students hang on the walls xiao, not to mention the bamboo flute. Out of time, Tingnaxiaoyin Qingyuan, like a sword walk through a broken space-time. Lifting his desolate heart together: one person, a Gu Ying, Shenxiang, the limp line ... ...
There is a saying: to make our sentimental than others but their own. What time, what songs, what nostalgia, what what ... ...
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