1. Under the Furong Feng Furong Village, Flying Lotus tingqian Yan
Furong Village is the first leg of Nanxi trip. Because I want to find a beautiful downtown, rich and flowery place to me chattering away on New Year's Eve night.
Therefore, one can see pretty stone low wall, blows black tiles, I was so disappointed, and some of my bad, the same as Xianglinsao start mantra: Brother, when I was in Wuyuan. . . The white walls and gray tiles Wuyuan, Wuyuan the thick of books and Wuyuan exquisite wood carvings. . .
Until, walking on that long cobbled alley, the winter sun warm the stone wall on the drag out of the shadow - I suddenly shut my mouth that noisy. There is a strange feeling in their hearts filled with open, let me confused again fascinated. Silently through the empty streets, around to the village's south gate. If the rise is a three hibiscus flower in full bloom Furong Feng, Shino and aerial networks, green wheat fields stretching from the foot to the village. A gully around the village and lively splash to flow through, big pretty stone wall on the door, an old tree, an ancient well, a kiosk, 32 women and children to play in the Drainage side Huan Yi.
Strange feeling so strong, I could not help asking fellow SAM: how would there be the feeling of deja vu? Like back home? Why?
I try to remember back to childhood scenes of suburban grandma. Grandma, and there is no such view. But why, the horizontal stone, color, and pan-dark moss to grow a bit longer, it seems so familiar and friendly? I would like to use my fingers and gently touch them?
I am in the village, walking through the labyrinth of the roadway, would like to find the answer. The village's old houses are lined up, open, from half the height of the walls looked, are seeing a people, large and small, gathered in the spacious courtyard sun, two puppies in a stone grinding before the holding of the front foot fighting. The sun is shining yard nice and warm, the ears are Didi De laughter - turn around I seem to see the memory of childhood on the courtyard: the courtyard gate appears grandfather figure, kids shouted his way through the courtyard covered with pebbles surrounded him - each times go back, grandfather's pocket is always sweet Chuaizhao How many pieces of candy.
Now grandfather has long been gone, the children all day long grasping yard cats fighting dogs are also gone. Time can not turn the clock back, past can not chase, I still have Fu-, in this foreign land, they ran long lost home.
This is the moment, I think I love this village.
Favorite is the alley of the hibiscus Pavilion. Pavilion body solemn, beautiful thick columns linked by Wai; double eaves and the corners of the sink in re-tilt, dignified without losing Brisk Lane Fugitive.
I only Road beauty blossoming, but now seeing this pavilion is like a quiet night and quietly blooming hibiscus flowers in the water of the Central Wan.
Furong Village, everything seems to associated with this pavilion.
New Year's Eve afternoon, I pavilion, the edge of a pool to see an old lady leisurely wash clothes, grandfather who rely on the shore of the pool bar chairs sun chatting, children were in the pavilion to connect the shore of "single-log bridge" between the shuttle. There is a Qingli little girl, squatting on a single-plank bridge splashing, a group of little boys want to cross the bridge. With no road occupation to make the road look like, across the bridge and no one to catch the meaning - the little boy starts with a sudden lift knee, cross took a big step, floating around behind the small girl passed! Alas, poor little boy if one just the right distance, the two will be downed. Startled, I being the hub pull the little girl into the pavilion in the past, they see the little girl Yang Lian Tiantiandixiao, while the little boy in that team, but also a difficult one, such as performing acrobatics around her into the pavilion - want to come to this the game is to play this group of little guys used to. Pavilion Ting Wai who saw laughed.
Village, ate dinner in 16:00. And landlords to enjoy a New Year's Eve feast, but also to the Lotus Pavilion. The sky is already dark alley Yingyingchuochuo exchanges villagers are dressed in new clothes, the children occupied the pavilion surrounded by fireworks set off fire crackers. SAM immediately in a small store bought fireworks to join the "Boy Scout." I have people standing on the steps under the eaves, rising to see the fireworks lit up the cold night sky, the beautiful hibiscus Pavilion Yan Jiao; bow SAM fleet caught in a group of children, the point of firecrackers, a far throw a water , the pool would flash to emit a flash light and or high or low Menxiang. Pavilion Ting Wai who saw laughed.
Who started this morning, back of the package to leave the village hibiscus. Struck by this idea of a move, right SAM said: hibiscus pavilion to look at a bar. Dawn Lane Lotus Pavilion, it is Furongchushui. Precipitate the night on the water, clear Biore, graceful posture, and Furong Feng pavilion of the magnificent mountain shadow reflection in the pool, the perfect harmony Let me speechless.
Furong Village, but creatures who will not have so many thoughts. Suddenly "Gaga Ga" sound to break the quiet back I saw a group of ducks, incomparably dignified parade out from the cobblestone alleys, Shi Shi-ran OK to pool, leading the bird, ground the exploration of water, approval, so a Then a "Pu Tong" "Pu Tong," jumped out of the water, swimming with head held high around the pavilion.
2. Lishui Street, long thoughts
Has not left Nanxi, I miss Lishui Street.
Therefore, a trip a trip to go see her.
Lishui Street flimsy than I expected. This corridor if the south will definitely decorated with wood carvings, QT, and so exquisite detail of cultivation. The Lishui Street, just a simple wooden structure, covered with gray tiles, pebbles lower berth to Americans rely on as a bar, and long to extend to the bridge. I like her, in her simple and plain.
Promenade by Yes, it's wide flat uncovered the Lishui River, river bank there are weeping willows, there are stone bridge, with pavilions, a stage, there is powder wall of the old wood-framed houses, each with a spacious courtyard, each attached with a long courtyard stone across a shallow ditch. New Year's Eve afternoon, sunny, roaming among the scenery in front of the steps of every household, the woman carrying a goose pocket laundry, men are busy slaughter a chicken or duck, little children splashing noise - also where to find a better homeland?
New Year's Eve, but also to Lishui Street. Lonely than imagined. No drama, no crowds. Only the reflection in the river corridor of the lantern up and down the curve of the two Yunhong Lane flashing silently in the waves.
Miss is just like a passing shadow nocturnal flutter out blinking into the dark corridor in the distance hidden
Nanxi bleak winter landscape, visitors scarce. I was upset when you no longer have first arrived - otherwise, how could I harvest them in the architectural beauty of solidified it.
Author: Flitterjade
