Old House to see the rain from dawn to go up and down the village remains is to see the emblem of the ancient building, still in the May 1, from Li Xiao-Hang down from the village went up and down, here is a good ecological environment of the ancient village, construction has also well preserved, or the ancestral home of celebrity. From the dawn of the next dawn, the way to go, all the way to see, through the middle of a field, after a Hope Primary School.
At noon in the village and the old house restaurant to eat rice. Old House estimates are before the house of Huizhou merchants, has carved a gate, together with the high hall, wood flooring, as well as the eyes, deep yard, I especially like that the courtyard, light this fire came in, even more halls of the deep and tall, I guess, if a person's time, standing room, it must be lonely and deserted, and those ancient camphor wood columns, carved a little vague, together with the issue of boring pound, came the sound of the old floor, so that people a sense of great vicissitudes of a life experience, previously busy, when there would be like, "Diaolan jade puzzle to be particularly in force is the change?" While it is an old house people coming and going, but I just think it's lonely and empty .
Old House of the food is really good to eat, perhaps we are too hungry? Oh, remember the purse red carp, is Wuyuan's special, indeed very good, there is a glutinous rice Fantuan Zi, which is the meat, but also waxy and flavorful, but also very good, there is a soup made of bean curd, taste very good, very fond of. Others are a number of vegetables, in addition to other heavier flavors did not feel any particular feeling, simply because hungry eating very fragrant.
Over rice, the outside may not know when it began to rain, so he sat in the doorway of old house nap, chat, a daze. Rain falling from the patio on, such as the wearing of beads into the line, playing in the halls of the ground, issued a ticking sound. Mix with the past has been a cross fell asleep leaning against the door, others chatted days, while I sat in a chair, leaned against the door, looking blankly in the courtyard on a falling raindrop, see them a little bit of change small, looking lost in thought, in the end those who feel it is time tears pouring rain, and who is it? Do not know. In this old house to see rain, listen to the rain ticking sound, feeling something in mind there is a slowly melting ... ...
(To be continued)
Author: ellapeng
