Do not remember where the book introduction read about it, only a very short text, with the 23 photos of the sunrise when it is a faint mist among the quietly stands with. Sparse walls, meandering curved staircase, through a century of vicissitudes in the run-down old still with its gorgeous noble temperament. First saw it, mind shaking slightly, and there is a strange familiar feeling. The second saw it, it will be in my heart beat a knot. After that it often appears. Boring boring often bring their own, go, go look at it. But through it all the text has been I forgot. That morning it is just such a quiet, quietly stands with. Has carried out a dream, dreamed his long standing in a dilapidated hallway, surrounded by no one, but hear the voices, and lively exception. Hear the footsteps coming and going, such as the Teana like to hear music, with no apparent cause, and I think that's it.
I grateful to Y, because he sake of my dreams.
To see its day, days of gloomy, in Chengdu late autumn, which is very common normal day. In me, but the excitement is exciting, because I'm going to see it, because. . . . .
On the way to go a number of interesting road car slowly passing the river, in the muddy road on a long line of slow walking, passing a number of coal-brothel, roads become narrower and narrower, fewer and fewer cars, and it and my distance getting closer. In the winding of the foothills on the road, often seen in a beautiful ginkgo trees, a golden tree, and my heart filled with joy, in such weather.
Asked the way the past, the car stopped at the foot of a hill in front has no road, only a slow river flowing quietly. Called a fellow asking, he carried Shouyi Zhi across the mountains, "Is not it?" Looked far off, a few white columns are the throngs of eye-catching, that is it, that I cared about in it , I thought it thousands of times. Heart jump for joy with the shouting, I come, I come, I see you.
Thanked the villagers, we walked to it. After a an old suspension bridge and started up the mountain road. A narrow trail had been bent into the mountains, yes, this is the case, my heart these are it is time it. Walked halfway up the mountain, see the fellow was still standing watching us warm foot of the mountain, perhaps very few people come to see it bar. Suddenly I am glad that some selfish wish, here in this the case.
It is drawing near from the mountain to ease up, there are large tracts of fields, the kinds of cabbage. There have been withered corn pole, beaten up at the edge of stack legislation, there are 23 farmers. Is noon, the smoke floating over the small courtyard.
It stood in front of the monument to see the local government legislation, a record of its hundred years of history, which was once a school, a place to train senior missionaries, had lived here for thousands of people downtown.
Shek Mun, a gentle walk, I am careful not willing to disturb its serenity. Still can not help but Qing Hu: "Good America." That tall, gorgeous porch, then meandering on the curved stone steps. Steps before the bar past the garden, now full of unknown species of crops, was short, close to the ground of a green soft and thick, I hope that is herbs:)
Walked in front of it, looking upward, looking it. A very atmospheric corridors, a large wooden door next to the written no visits. I am a bit worried. It is no longer along the steps of forming a smooth, careful up, doors are opened at this time. Out of an uncle. Not tall, his head wrapped around his local habits of the blue-colored scarf, dark face, because it hurt his nose a few days ago to do farm work, so he's face also pestered white gauze, which was scared at that moment with me so that I can not help thinking that he had seen some of the movies, the thought of an embroidered shoes, a reminder of that Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hehe. The uncle is a guard it, the name Dragon, and we explained errand with him, he looked carefully our mouth spoke of people here is not allowed to visit, and people Queba we let into the door.
Into a wide hall, with long aisles and tall pillars. Has long been deserted courtyard, and a brown weeds in a number of discarded cigarette butts and food bags. Nazuo white church stands in the middle of the courtyard, facing the door. European-style building in a hundred years later, still like the Magnificent. Beautiful Roman and carved, and only then topped with the weeds in the telling of the ancient and once its vicissitudes. Behind it is a planted cypress hills, far there are birds, some voices drifting.
Also on three sides is a two-storey house, a corridor linking them together, there are eight large room downstairs, on both sides of each of the past classrooms and dining areas, and now filled with debris. Middle of the room, some empty, there are two dragon Grandpa's living room.
Some people站在院子里froze, and watched it, it so in front of me, but I do not know how, carrying his camera but no place to start with.
Grandpa standing in the corridor one greeted us, "Come, come, take a look upstairs." He came up with a lot of keys rattled, especially in the loud here. Grandpa opened the door, saying that on the go. I hesitated a moment, watching the dark staircase, where even the lights are not, crossed the tall staircase, a turning came on the second floor. Montreal's rubble dust, dark red wood flooring, can see past gorgeous. Grandpa in the back call me "You want to follow me the way walked, many places have not been stepped on." I should be careful to follow him relying on the forward side of the corridor walking, on the other side of some places, there are a large gap can be seen downstairs in. On both sides of the narrow aisle between, is a small room, empty, there is a wood, uncle in front of talk over with, here lived a lot of people do in the past, such a small house is to live in two people. This is the school ah, very far people come here ah. . . Very much like to listen to walk in wooden shoes on the floor of the sound, very loud, gray. Gratuitous thinking that dreams can hear people coming and going, as if happy to see that young people and out, in the middle of the second floor has the same spacious hall. Has a gate pass to the front and rear balcony, unfortunately most can not step on the balcony, and wood are all bad, very sorry to say uncle. Hundred years ago, is one such, and is still the case, and his regret that years with pride. Standing on the edge of the balcony can see the front of the church, that Teana-like music have a faint arrived. Hsu is eager to see my uncle looked, he said, pointing to a board, go down this piece of piece of wood no problem, I carefully stepped on up, the entire balcony full sun with golden corn, a bunch of a string of hanging, then a hundred years ago this house repair people can not imagine today's Moyang the bar, or else he will regret Mody? In those old walls were mottled with red chalk written some interesting carbon black text, written so and so loves so and so, read, learn ah. I think many years ago where people are playing roughhouse during recess and happiness. Back to the hallway, we should go, and a look back again, watching the slightest shadow cast by the sun through the window. For no reason have become more reluctant.
Thin to the yard began to look at it, into the former classrooms, blackboards and stone platform to do still, arched windows are still covered with corn. Sunshine radio came in, you can see erratic with the dust.
Select a block stone steps to sit down and see the shadow of his busy taking pictures, listening to the distant mountain cries. This afternoon, happy to be really easy.
Down the aisle to go back and forth several times, can not find a reason not to leave, and the preparation and uncle farewell down. At this point, but see the horizon, dark clouds such as the curtain-like Napian move, quickly, and removed revealing a place very bright light, at dusk so the sun came, without warning, the head of the sky It was so blue and transparent in this way up, I hastily said, without taking the bar, and then take a look at. Grandpa looked for years, to talk about things Diyan to the money. Grandpa out on the wooden table and benches on the corridor, "You first sitting, I went to put water to make tea."
I am delighted to be with, put down the camera, do not shoot, and it has been in my mind, has been there, I'm not lost. Who innocently's sitting there cutting trees up the mountain road that wound around the mountain came closer, they are curious to see us, my good mood and look at them. A mountain picked up my camera, with lens toward himself, take a look at for a long time that had nothing to see, others spoke at the side of the joke. He was embarrassed to lay down, straight told me that "I have not done anything Oh, nothing moving." I nodded to be with. One woman was carrying the pig grass, the other end of the corridor, quietly spread Liang Zhao.
Thus sat quietly drinking tea, uncle also took a stool to sit next to, are quietly watching the sunset when the church did not speak. What he was thinking, this day and night, accompanied by his house to his memory of what it is. I do not know, I do not want to ask.
I know that this house was given to me this afternoon is too much. A simple pleasure, calm joy. . . .
I know that I shall return. The spring comes, I will look at it.
Author: xiaoxiezi
