The first time I heard, "Cuan under the village," is the name of a friend with that, I was naturally understood as "Chuan under." And only knew that this was Beijing Mentougou mountains in a small village about 90 km away from the urban area. And nothing more.
Later decided to go there, before he found out that my slip of the tongue. "Read 'cuan'! Four tones." Zhesi is showing off emphasized.
Ash blacked-out car was West Beijing Mentougou 109 State Road speeding. It is said to Beijing only way leading to the Datong Coal Mine, no wonder there are 3322 of the Ming coal car horn slip away from us. I do not know whether it is because of rampant soil of coal on either side into a piece of green leaf herb also seems to showing a hint of melancholy.
Daoshi roadside spill dazzling spray from time to time the Yongding River, suffused with the radiance of autumn in the mountains between the transforms, singing the late autumn scenery.
About an hour away, from the Vegetarian Hall Reservoir State Road, and went under a few kilometers, we came to cook under the village. Having lived in Beijing for many years, had numbness on the Great Wall or the Temple of Heaven of these famous monuments, but never thought 90 km away from the city West Beijing mountain valleys, has a very rhythm of the ancient village.
When we looked around, a former brick and gray tiles, Yu-chieh, carved beams, already is a thatched ridden, antique. Pro-built mountain homes, ups and downs, patchwork. Meandering east-west zishi, bluestone-paved streets, a long winding path. Cypress pines, set off the sky was clear and good school of idyllic village of natural scenery. Occasionally bu valley cut through the silence echoes from the air is also a wonderful note, it is like a remote dream exposure to Taoyuan.
According to my friend, then France, cook under the village by a group of photography enthusiasts found. I have half a good "photo" of the believers, no wonder walking in the 400 years of residence before the feeling of deja vu that arises spontaneously.
Cook, light a fire for cooking was intended. In order to fire as the respect, to Siwei Tian, honest inside information is no longer self-evident.
By this time coincided with the launch time after midnight, a peasant woman is a knife taken the catch on to mention the chicken Eurya courtyard. So we have entered a nearby farmhouse, on a good accommodation issues, and then want to come to the city a rare pancake of corn paste, stewed chicken, since the grinding tofu, mountain vegetables, in order to reward mediocre taste hunger Village intestines, clean sweep.
Hisai city, gathering between friends is no more than a noisy restaurant, pick a toast for a crisp, or simply picking up a quiet drink the tea shops of wine shallow. Which is comparable to late autumn in this ancient corner of the courtyard, and the sun and camellia, laughing, Cheong theory of ancient and modern.
Vegetables such as the gap, I found courtyards hung under the eaves of the corn and dried pepper, the background wall dotted with mottled light and shadow, the old objects like carved wooden window frames set off a thick blend in so well, as realistic three-dimensional sketch.
Some people come in requests accommodation, the owner sue embarrassing of all the rooms have been filled. Where farmers can eat, but also stay. A pack Tingdang empty room, Tim a table, several chairs, plus be able to sleep four or five individuals at the same time a large heatable adobe sleeping platform that became the village flavor of shelter. Although simple, the idea is still clean. The walls covered with yellowing newspaper, went so far as a close look at most of the contents of the sixties and seventies, they could not help but send a few people with emotion.
Eaten lunch, we are along the village lanes climb the stairs. 10 only found a few steps away, the village was divided into two, after another curved, both Fort and Yousui temperament, another level of Yamashiro scattered. Both turn around and overlooking the rolling gray-green tile, or the rise of gaze experienced many vicissitudes of the roof beams fighting heart, full of hard work and wisdom can not help but respect.
Step into an ethereal and dark room, the air dank slightly stale taste. Said that over half a century ago this was a flourishing population of the wealthy family, but now is people have changed, and then hard to find old Ding Fei, have only the sun through a run-down windows shines on the stone floor covered with moss. Life is a dream, dream impermanence. Wearing a red shadow floating in the air and off from the front, there are like Kate.
To listen to the villagers, where the remaining 500-odd more than 70 sets of Ming and Qing Dynasty courtyard houses, now has about 50 people lived here, still retains its simplicity and friendly folk customs. Really, Which casually walked into the courtyard, just nod to the owner, you can in the houses where paced,拍几张照片, and farmers pull a few homely, believe it may be sitting a few hundred years pre-history.
Had heard that the mystery here is its own porch. Pointing at the villagers before they took note of the porch structure of each household actually really different. At first sight thought it was the inspiration for the master virtue of being reckless then built, the actual shape is each speaker, color, doornail, and the number of steps in front of a few, have strict limits. Doornail more steps higher in his capacity as owner of the more extraordinary. And vice versa. Was said in a Qing Dynasty Yongzheng a master jinshi, becoming the largest in the history of an ancient village officials, so the steps in front of his family have the highest. Can not think of a hierarchy of the feudal dynasties, but also so that the side of the village shows a shortage of the first level of the door are different and hierarchy.
This is one to be the phrase "the door properly, households do not," how much clubbing poor mandarin ducks, deplorable how many ups and downs. Small porch one is just hidden subtleties, and in a few hundred years of wind and rain to tell endless sorrows and joys.
There are geese flying over the air, Western Paradise is a blood-setting sun. An elderly person is alone, immersed in the afterglow of sunset, the fans with his eyes, as if to let his thoughts are also with the front of the stone road, put on 400 years of mark faint to go back in time.
Two more approaches, alley unfathomable, Middle Kingdom is one of quiet serenity. Sleepy, the roof and the yard has intermittent dance beat.
Midnight, Cuan rain under the R & B ... ...
Author: koala125
