From the Ganzhou District must first take the bus to the Gan County and then transfer to the egret or CMB Tamura, about 2 hours by car. Egret is a small town, there is no tourism logo, not easy to find Ms. Wang Tai Temple. This in Chinese history, a rare female named shrine is small, dilapidated reasons, the decline has been severe. On the second floor of the wood has been falling a part, and the rest are rotten too precarious. His living room is almost no decorations, empty as a dilapidated, should the door placard is not really people to imagine this is Ms. Wang Tai Temple. 洪烈not even some of the local villagers Ancestral Hall is not known, and finally a Grandpa told me that, on the mountainside where most depend on the location, but had collapsed many years. I went to the skepticism, and indeed saw a few side walls of standing there alone, in the middle of an elevated mound, high-waist-deep grass cover on it. Only a complete left side of the housing there. I poke weed, you want to go explore what was going on, and finally its deserted Xiren, combined with the rain falls again, then pull back.
Walking in the wet narrow stone road, somehow reminded of Tashilhunpo to which the quartzite Road, tranquil deep. A small pond next to the abandoned ancient architecture to keep my thoughts, and long to watch this building is also called Yishanbangshui the attic, where memory of a once-off jokingly and fun.
When I walked into a tall stump showed impressive when others can not help but stared. Dry wood burns a lot of plot in the hall, the beams were fireworks Xunde black dithered, dark and light beams to a few meters away are blurred. A motorcycle and other old-fashioned furniture, composition contrast, is the house's only claim to modern things. Kids see me sitting in front of his camera, neither inexplicable excitement, no excess tension Along one side of the front and rear guard their future masters. When I finished this picture, subconsciously a backward look at a group of women, children 3,4 m away from the place where I lined up in a great mantis catching cicadas, sparrows in the post-trend. I do not perceive the original stand in situ between the viewfinder too long, they appreciate when people carved啦, one to see me back, coax is heard, with a smile dispersed.
Then go with the hsing, a Diaozhuo Yan Dou see my old man standing outside his house a long time, they asked me to go take a look. This is a typical Anhui were residential areas, with an open courtyard, living room, wood carving, but a small scale. Grandpa told me that the last time there are several people come in after the Buda Li of his greeting, visiting some will go without consulting anybody, so he was very angry. Then came two old man, take tea and chat, I learned that one of them is Ms. Wang Tai's descendants, she asked why he did not repair shrine. The old man told me that the Government had no money to repair, and individuals still have to make repairs after the government protection, too uneconomical, not to mention that he has a better housing. Their children all went to work in Guangdong, but the sense of security but also the more than worried that so small a town to eat even more than 80 official grain No. township cadres. Even though that Ms. Wang Tai's descendants, just talking about his family's glorious past, Shi Hai enraptured at this time nor place of residence sighed, shaking his head than is actually Han Shan difficult emotion!
Back to Ganzhou way, the rain began to make great, and carry with them the novel has been read, and sleepy I can not see the car starting to play VCD. Then go straight to the town northwest of the Helan Mountain Yugu Pavilion, where its units because of their isolated hilltop Yu Zhi Ran named to a number of literati Yong-word poem and fame, but also because of Pusa Man Xin Qi-ji's a well-known within the four seas. Peak stands a pavilion, surrounded by a shade, but also be called on Yu and isolated啦. In the Song Ci 300 years, the song Pusa Man aroused the particular interest of a rare, but here it is blended poetry scene, nature itself. "Yugu Pavilion audience clear river, the middle number of pedestrians tears, looking north-west Chang'an, poor numerous mountain. Aoyama not cover river from flowing eastward, Jiang Yu Zheng Chou night, mountain partridge smell." Stand the Helan Mountains, the mountain ridges, overlooking the whole city, really who but myself trend. 1 Ganjiang Ring and before, without consulting anybody west around the clock. To rush back twice poem, down went to the ancient city walls, blue brick meandering east, I looked across the wide river surface and rolling hills, but also tempting to scenarios that may occur for several years before the armies here, confront and flags everywhere ominous thunder of the scene, above the bare pavilions in this together with the points again in the ruined building, built demolition, the real left or the original mountain and water.
Ganzhou is a busy night. I have a restaurant down the street to find a window of the bit, Treat yourself to a few days down fatigue, squandered a lot of time waiting for a train before. Tonight rain for the city adding to a fresh, only the restaurant remains lit, Gong raise voices. A yellow raincoat stopped the cleaners, a bag of what appears in his hands, became an instant group of Kei, bit by bit the roadside litter sweep joined. Careless action relative come and gone the way of pedestrians, and surprisingly comfortable walking Xianting. Only beginning to end, his face no facial expressions, I do not know the night because of rain or a night of rain, perhaps the two are not only professional face Bale.
My melancholy tonight, not tomorrow morning, we should return to Nazuo prosperous city, that people may think fit place to live; I melancholy tonight, not where the fear of SARS, I never do not believe that human beings will be conquered disease. Tonight I was melancholy, is soon to own the past few days finishing packing, archive memory, such as historical records, as I do not know when will get out, but that time I will know tonight melancholy Mody?
Author: wbdai
