Always wanted to have some days, hoping that their may be living elsewhere. And elsewhere, is not lofty, or touch of the sun, or a ray of smoke, or just a quiet eye, a warm smile will do.
Then went to the South Anhui Province, a place called Huizhou.
Imagine inside Huizhou line is trimmed with golden halo, the sun through the air was filled with the history of exposure to dust in my body, its own kind of ambiguous lazy and cozy. I correctly predicted that there is no self-righteous in Huizhou is a pale sun, and when I crossed the Xili winter rain arrived in the silence that Mingjiaotachuan village, finally, or overawed by ink-like landscape, and verdant rolling hills of the mist were falls gently covering their protective of water in the near Lingling Qieqie De dodging with a smile, swept all my heart miss and look forward to the sun.
The more rain the next larger, and finally think of it to rain, to stay stumbled quite accidentally into land, and two friends broke into Wu.
A door, he was attracted exquisite wood carvings, and relying on intuition and shallow fresh knowledge of the ancient buildings, I know that this building seems to not look behind the deep-house, there must be a lot of stories. My intuition did not deceive me. That afternoon, the Wu family's living room became the heart of a quiet landscape. I greedily reading the carvings, the compassionate teacher Wu see our thoughts, take the initiative to tell us the history of this old house that these carved doors and windows of small engrave just how different, say How is it passed by fierce and catastrophe, the tone is calm and the calm of the Dan Ding. Even when he was talking about the ancestral home of the shrine on the wood, in a few years ago by a lost moral Nanjing Academy of Fine Arts as part of the students go to when breaking off a steal, do not have too much blame, only sighs where flashing a trace of It is not easy to detect distressing. Years of deposition everything, after all, is also in the world with color.
Under the rain is still sitting in the courtyard before the Wu, but also can feel this rain of the impatient. Wu's own things to busy teachers, and my friends and I sat Wu teacher's house Kaohuo barrels, the misty free term thoughts. Trance, the thought came to Huizhou sun itself, but in such a rainy afternoon, I finally solidified into the sun, or my heart, in the Ta Chuan's an old one.
Within the heart, but it still has a faint hint of fear, not far from Hongcun, can hold this for me to wire the sun?
Countless times, read others, lens Hongcun, that Daiwa brick buildings, winding streets and alleys and ditches, calm silence on marsh. I would like to find are my own Hongcun, with my eyes and lenses.
Although the rain has stopped, but still not seen the sun, dark clouds of the sky, I do not find their Hongcun, it is a loss, I feel sunlight slowly faded from the heart.
Simply close the camera, slowly walk through the village. I seem to be looking for what, exactly looking for anything, I was not sure, a kind of far-fetched concern hovering in the minds of wrap-around.
I Hongcun lost. More than once.
In fact, I covet your neighbor lost some feel a touch of chagrin, and the light of the confusion, wait and see and walk through the pause between, is a test, it will breed a morbid self-pity. After the lost harvest, is often a huge surprise, along with the scenery jump inadvertently found out that some unprepared.
Although it is known Hongcun the "Leshan Library" is a good place, but found that the Department treasure was at a lost after. When I have not found a surprise inside from the fascinating stats, in fact, have not figured out how to master introduction to a hermit-like myself, the owner had already appeared in front of me, so I have to stand and be bound under the spotlight unnatural. Although we do not know whether they are uninvited guests, the master is still to take me up and down to visit his outdoor xianyuan like lies. Just that my lack of lung power, not only because I do not know whether or not to his friend's keyboard Yueqi Guo my visit, but also because of his knowledge of history close to zero, blank, just spent a few minutes, took two photos, I would hastily retire. I can not find myself, in Leshan Library.
And when I get out the door when the recollection of what happened just now, can not help right the master's reverence for birth. Do not say "big latent" in the city's distinct personality is my infinite yearning, nor that Full House's masterpiece is my favorite authentic but can not appreciate just on the little garden, not only embodies the ancient building on "small see the big "real mood, pavilion, Chinese Room, flowing water, rocks, together with the ingenious right outside the door to borrow on marshes, but also the aesthetic taste of Chinese literati, in this side and raised a small courtyard. So comprehending the real life, it can be such a tranquil and commonplace, but that kind of great originality.
Look up days, Nongyun dispersed, there is a light revealing faint. The sun, still have to come out finally, and the town at a place called Yu Liang.
Yu Liang, is the third attraction of this trip is the last one attraction, as a temporary arrangement, therefore, not made any prior knowledge, but, does not matter.
Along the way, guide the little girl they made up a more detailed description, and accompany us to the keyboard with the big brother, its been an interesting and timely replenishment and new discoveries, I always enjoy this trip. Read the landscape and architecture, listening to the history and nuance, I prefer, is to follow him into the homes of ordinary people to participate in their lives. In fact, the keyboard is my big brother saw the line of Huizhou Another landscape, his knowledge with the conversation, so I have benefited greatly. As he said, Huizhou this place needs to sink in order to appreciate, I do not without regret to find that he has always been floating in the top. Even so, however, yes, Huizhou on me, no longer out of reach.
"Crazy life, must at no dream Huizhou." In Huizhou, is indeed no dream. But when I went back to noisy and bustling city, Yuan Wang Huizhou, the Huangru a dream.
Only when the flash for a moment Huizhou gyrus, before we know that he is really left home.
Author: a_lin
