Yaolin Tonglu in Zhejiang Province town, there's a similar home villages attractions, playing a name for itself is --- Red Lantern grandma. Did not go before the general thought it was a small village, a replica Ming and Qing architecture built some houses, selling more native, the use of local landscapes, come up with some spots, there would be no special features, therefore, also, there was no mind expected, just to work and read some of the information.
Traveling in those few days, blue sky and white clouds, the weather was so good, in the bitter cold of winter, the sun shone on him, rather being a rebound-like warmth.
We stay in the Fuchun River Resort a Spanish-style villa. Early in the morning, the sun will open a smile, greet guests sleep a night, even so, the winter morning, still has some cold, heavy white frost on the grass, as if to those green leafy shrubs, bordered by a layer of silver edge on the Fuchun River like cloud Si Wu, the river has several vague parked in a small wooden boat, across the mountains, hazy, dimly visible, like a generous splash-ink landscape painting!
Daily life, moving back and forth reflection high-rise concrete jungle, only in the open in order to clear the mountains and feel the sun vibrant atmosphere.
After breakfast, our team will set out. In a hillside, forming a three-way intersection, flat roads mouth, stopped since the roadblocks, erected on a wooden plaque, telling you need to rest due to landslides, this road is closed, and in this next interim build of the footpath, the vehicles are passage.
Because temporary, must be simple. After the bus onto our path, we began ups and downs, left and right swing. I have never been a sedan chair, sedan chairs do not know what it feels like to think that we swing by a wider margin with little different.
Tourists, there was a fifty-year-old woman because of her oldest, and said that he has done to the grandmother's age, we call her a smile: grandmother!
This grandmother queue eighteen years in Xinjiang, Xinjiang girls singing and dancing in her body had been bears the deep marks. Heard her take the lead in singing songs of childhood.
Shanghai Triad, shake to the grandmother, and grandmother told me a good baby, a sugar to a cake ......
At first Yileng visitors, and then they sing along with them up. An instant, our singing, our laughter, and in this valley, reverberating among the would be brought everyone a happy childhood ......
Grandma, from the entrance to the village, the one hanging on the strings of the high way, the large and small, red lanterns, a very happy feeling.
We passed through the village to come to Grandma style street, some of the wood structure of the house is sold to do some wood products. Used only in the childhood memories of the bucket, dinner bucket, lid, bathing barrel, as well as never seen before, with the wood to do the following Kaohuo, sitting above the human, do not know how to call the bucket. Because it usually never seen, guests and everybody so excited.
Next to the small shop, in addition to selling dolls and wood hangers, the artists come there are still a live production, where the ancient musical instruments --- Xun, and we do pick up next to the finished product, harmonically-challenged for playing up .
Along the staircase, there's wearing Duijin clothes, hair Rushuang, grown very old lady Fu Xiang's calligraphy written on red paper. Such a great age, will be able to write a few? We are all curious elongation of the neck, next to the country maid told us that the old lady has been 83 years old, that is, the bridge grandmother grandmother, stating that you wish to write first-hand, so out of its name, guests swim Seeing all time the door told her to write the words together like pieces, and some gave her some money, do not give, she did not care about, self-contained self-entertainment!
Bursts of laughter, passes into the ear, was originally the guests dancing the Zhugan Wu. Miao Zhu Ganwu was originally a dance, everyone regardless of young and old running around in circles, jumping half-baked, and does not obtrusive, enjoyable.
If returned to his childhood between the sunset, smoke plume, alley mouth of the child wearing two braids, and while jumping rubber band while they sing: Zhimakaihua 256, 257, February 8, 29, 30 1 ......
If this is grandma, then this is a very wealthy grandmother. Give us the impression that the family like a garden, large tracts of land on some kinds of vegetables, if it is bound to be heavy in autumn wheat, the crops on the land, enough to feed large group of family, grandma Novo.
Grandma's house, but also more alarming, a seat Diaojiaolou, irregularly scattered in the mountains his waist, but there are wooden bridge connected between each bamboo house. Front of the building are hung with a string of red lanterns that lit the night-phase must be red lanterns, must be very nice. We are curious foot bamboo house, quietly pushed open the door to show it is in front of the Simmons bed, large color TV, and Ivory bathtub, the original building here is a three-star standard resort.
At first, Liu grandmother into the Grand View Garden, met with some fresh stuff used marveled, their demeanor by Cao Xueqin's pen, some vivid descriptions, as well as popular so far. Allow people to laugh at those rare multi-strange people.
If this is we are not too much, but when that moment of us have do not care about the opinions of others, and each has been seen as a childhood toy appliances, will be yelling, swarmed. We are rice mill, there are sound, the water near the vehicle refueling have our sound, there are Bagua Zhen trend manifests itself in our echoing sound of ......
In the kiss the world, and placed many large props for children's entertainment, there are slippery slides, seesaw, swing, rope bridges, some seen, some villagers may only be played. Guests are most interested in the swing, everyone turns on stage, with curly legs, and firmly placed, launched into swinging, the cries, tits, carefree feeling of childhood back to our side.
Winter, very few people out of play, with truly villages only if we give the guests, and that it can be laughter rang Yunxia.
The original two-hour tour process, because the happy memories and forget the time in grandma played one morning, we decided to eat lunch. The name of the hotel where special kind, we have to find a place called "Small maternal uncle," the hotel, as an interim decision, but also scarce winter visitors, the owner naturally ill-prepared all of a sudden, poured into so many guests, a natural rush.
Guests are not at all anxious, but like a true home to a maternal uncle, like moving a square table, playing a card under the sun, and still shouting: aunt pouring! Grandma's little card! Pipe his master rushed off their feet!
In the "Small maternal uncle," home to see the men called maternal uncle, aunt called middle-aged women, the elderly grandmother called, presumably this is also our first. Those working in middle-aged women, although embarrassed, also responded with a smile.
Is far from the departure of people, I was sitting on a double swing, looking at the high spirits of the guests and gently swinging. Who can hear the singing ......
Remember that you love with the small talk and I love the laugh had sat side by side under the peach tree back to the wind Lin Shao bird told us do not know how to fall asleep Whispering Color dream
Author: lily22tang
