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My traveling companion Xiao Yi was born in Jiangxi chow, in Beijing, Shanghai and have spent a few years time, it was a little older people who have experience, character is relatively free and easy. In my place to live, as long as the stranger come to work and study for some time, generally able to quickly adapt, attitude, temperament and gradually move closer to the urbanization.
Xiao Yi is an adaptable person, in the summer that she quit a lucrative sideline for the post, and no stay in Shanghai for the next job, but chose to return home to accompany their parents to lead a period of time, such a mind is a rare , her feelings of love of home speaks for itself. She is not the rhythm of the city can not be integrated into the contrary, from her words and deeds, you can see that she is also very familiar with urban ways of the world.
Around me, sincere and generous people who become my friend, I really like them, and sincerely to maintain the friendship. My friends where there is no lack of people with similar interests with me, chatting with them are very happy; but on the other side, travel is just their kind of leisure life, the depths of their hearts do not like me With a passion for a strong cordial village sense. Therefore, I often feel themselves and their nature is completely different, lonely feeling wells up.
We have gone through a mountain temple, cis-frame on the Ridge Road to the bridge between the Pacific. Pacific Bridge, built in the Ming Chao Zhengde years ago has been 400 years, is the seat of the stone arch bridge about 30 meters. Bridge entirely by long strips of green pebbles syrup together, bridge the middle seat pavilion for visitors to rest, but also by the green-brick structure. From a distance, Taiping Bridge, as if one entrenched in the valley of the Dragon.
In Yangcun around like this built in the medieval bridge is small. Because the fields and homes are in the river downstream, the water slow and shallow, while villagers can Tangshui off; while the upper reaches of the river pouring down the mountain down, fast-flowing, go to the mountains when the bridge will be very inconvenient.
We put down backpack, sat bridge, watching the river flow from the soles of the feet, to a distance further into several tributaries of the villages, fields and a separate block, like a girl's belt. Under the sun, water sparkling light.
I am Xiao Yi said: "To be a pot of tea and slowly drink right away."
So, what is to drink green tea or oolong tea then? In my opinion, I contracted the habit of drinking tea was probably pass on the love of the landscape bar!
Although the Department is very remote Taipingqiao busy, often passing through the village carrying a rake. Have to drive across the bridge in the village cattle and sheep grazing the hillside go there, in which a cow accidentally slipping, almost falling into the river. The boy looked at cattle look like panic, and we just laughed.
We do not have Xunyuan Lu, but the other side of Hill Road Yanzhao He returned to the Yangcun. Along the way, there are several small landslides, but fortunately is not very dangerous.
Asked the road and learned that Yan Wing Wai in Yangcun near the station, in fact, let's place. In the one seen on the wall askew from the chalk to write on the "Yan Wing Wai" in the name, we follow the instructions of the arrow into the old alley. Only two men walking in the capacity of the road and both sides of the tall, thick green wall of oppression was that we breathe, the sky became dark and up.
Yan Wing Wai is the building blocks of up to 15 meters, covering an area of about more than 500 square meters, surrounded by walls without windows, only by a door for access, the gate at the top of random pull a lot of wires. This is not so much meant for people's housing, as it is a strong castles. Into the door, in the yard there are two rows of miscellaneous houses, one being the well, laundry Hakka women want us to buy five dollars a ticket.
Kakoiya a total of four floors, and we walked away wooden ladder up, ladder creak of the sound so that we have to careful. Up to the top, we try to shoot some photos, but soon found that this is futile kinds, regardless of the angle at which light is far too dim. Kakoiya three or four people to the majority of houses have been empty, some of the walls of the house dilapidation, brick rubble sheet, together with ash fell on the wooden floor; other house was firmly locked, windows edges of the accumulation of seemingly has been for centuries of dust. Aisle badly trampled, rugged, several Department has collapsed, and the open space inside basking in Bran and molded dried vegetable, issue of bursts of humic acid taste.
Xiao Yi obviously does not like the atmosphere here, and she pulled me down to the second floor. On the second floor of the population has not yet moved out, although the weather is not too late, a lot of room already lit the lamp. Wai, the structure of the house each room are the same, but are too small a.
Kakoiya all the cast seems to be inscribed with the history of blood and tears, in a chaotic, and Hakka ancestors in order to escape the war victims, in the Long County was built around the fort houses a number like this. In the modern point of view, the construction of this castle estate is clearly very unfair, and it's lighting, ventilation, sanitary conditions are very poor, and it is has completed the final paragraph of its mileage.
We quietly left the Kakoiya, looking back at it again looked deeply into one on the wall, "Yan Wing Wai" three characters. This has undergone 300 years of ups and downs of the old house is still towering stand upright, it is already an ailing old man.
However, it did reveal to us the secret past: around the house, inside and outside the colorful life, New Year's solemn ritual, standing wall wait senselessly waiting for beloved girl's memories ... ...
Author: sadrosed
