Early in May, south of the season is mid-spring.
Hangzhou, leaving a noisy area, all the way westbound. Pass Liangzhu, where the late Neolithic Age have been found in a culture - Liangzhu culture, civilization and the dawn of the Wu Yue place can be said to originate from this, it is read in any history of a painting, sculpture, history, ceramics Stewart can be known place. Hurry, the site of a museum in the car flashed by outside the window. Vehicles to Pingyao, a common roadside town Xuanza shops, fly ash highway. To continue moving the car slowly into the mountains, and set a mountain highway, gradually climbing, mountain town houses become smaller, mood change light up. Stretch of the hillside was covered with green bamboo Pompon a relaxed, the lines outlined in the mountains so soft. After half an hour car stopped at a place called "peace" are now being considered as the jurisdiction of the town of cormorant birds. Back when the Japanese superstition, because the name given up into the mountains against the plan, here's ancestors are known for this side will be on the land that people can escape this calamity and laugh.
Get in the village, in a peasant family settle down. The total of four people, 40 years old couple and a pair of secondary school children. Coincided with spring break, the original reading of the children were outside the home, this time at home to help the daughter of larger home, the little boy ran to the village school playground to play the. Main room wall full of certificates of two children, from learning, sports and calligraphy, newspapers, periodicals, visual mess. Simple and friendly husband and wife, and the other people here, like bamboo-based industry, but also plant some vegetables, grain, raise some livestock and poultry, but is based on self-sufficiency for the purpose of the. Two of the small building, saying that 10 years ago-made, and no some of the small Western-style farmhouse style so beautiful, but also well equipped, spacious and bright.
In the evening, along the Moon River and on the field path, see a reservoir under construction in the village. At this time the village, the quiet with almost no one person, only an occasional sound of wind and bamboo leaves of the brush motor crossing Excuse me, this piece of tranquility. Along the slope to climb the reservoir dam, sandwiched between two mountains and a tranquil lake, just like a small version of the "high Gorge out of Pinghu." Reservoir is said to ourselves to give the construction finished, the village ditch in the water stream than it is now more than adequate to when fishing in the pond.
The sky dimming, the landlord called mobile calling us to dinner This rush to return. Farmers may not be in the city of meals do fine, but from the natural flavor is rich layers. Common cabbage, lettuce, pumpkins had been mouthful taste, stocking of the chickens, ducks and even more fragrant soil smell of food for thought. Extent that eating too much, and later several Chinese meals are only willing to hormone-based, or that little bit of hiking the consumption of play will be far from enough.
The night was warm in rural areas, the weather was good, and when there are all over the sky the stars are accompanied also makes people feel in mid-spring weather is not very cool. Moving a few bamboo chair sitting in the yard, stopping by to chat with neighbors and landlords, everyday matters, and we talk about the nearby attractions. Night, on such a simple passed.
The next few days, is nothing less than to the spots to play a half-day, returned it take a rest, inside the village shop in a simple and happy life too. One evening at the entrance to the village street horse wandering around far away a motorcycle drove up the back seat of the girls desperately waved to us over the past only to see it is the landlord of the house girl, had to play that day to Hangzhou for a day, the hands of big pack packets and happy expression, it must be a rewarding.
Stay a few days, we're going to another destination, and travel-time rush, the landlord husband and wife come back from the farms to send us got on, boys, girls still do not know where.
Waving, smiling, good-bye, thinking this is the next time again come to the place.
Author: luyilan
