Zheng state has always been a place equal emphasis on a Confucian Merchants. Small village, but out of a lot of wealthy merchants and civil. Rare, old house lived in the village more than the actual occurrence of the Lord Dichuan, which scholarly vein at leisure on the way from turning each other in the blood, flow in the oblique-hui, the shear is a granite arch picturesque; stream, such as gold Yu Feng, the couplets in every household it became transparent paper, ink incense. The village called "Xidi", the name of the ancient and clumsy, as if white light ink and paper, official script, with a total rush of people to have a heart of Chi. Villages and small pole, old pole. The old villages in the Ming and Qing Dynasty, Baiqiangheiwa, lying still in the mountains between, such as a little sand, river sediment from the time since then do not ask fleeting. The narrow alleyways Zeze, wrong wrong yo. Sunny Yan Xia short walk through the walls, I walk through the fragrance of the autumn years. Skirt garment drifting away, door doors, a stone-column, are pressed into the history of photos, TANSEI yellowing. Lane at the end of a long wind blowing, as if long hair flashing in the autumn sun in the shadow carved window lattices grandmother, I picked up picking delicate patterns where the history of wheat. Light lazy afternoon floating down from the courtyard, the old clock projection into the fuzzy a mirror Ryoka, old Confucian Merchants of the air have become celadon jade with the old, in the silence between the window and the shelf full of their minds also want to phrase break , leaving only a single silent the streets this coming and going. Therefore, they have already turned into the main outside the village of Castle Peak in the loess, only the residual Chanzao, I heard sound from a few hundred years of time and space began giving still fell on top of it is paper Chen devices, like the year after the owner of the garden genteel eye. Here, the "Our Time" The sigh is always looming, it seems physique of the real estate broker, and always deeply moved by the heart strings; and singing away as if it had not, faint singing in your deepest heart inside. Slowly, fewer tourists, twilight more. Smoke rises from a horse on the wall, but also faint dispersed, this is my time to leave. Mass wasting of the backpack repaired the next day, I start to look at an ancient village tong yue arch. The Xidi, so the footsteps of the journey with me drifting away, no more messages from this ... ...
If is to a heart lost in the southern Anhui, such as the Xidi thoughts like a mantra by the tide, the total daily water in the cold night stuck in my drowned and never subsided. So overall, in the same dream all the way anxiety, flew along the way Zhen-Yu acute向那where white walls and gray tiles. When the dream sunset again in the gravel road ramp, it was lug Cai Tam slowly through it, I can not help my face buried in wide skirts. In the real texture of cotton, the suffocating hot and humid in the sad sorrows and joys, happiness, I am deeply deeply understand what it meant to - back - Township -! - You listen to what you hear, it was the sun dancing on the voice of the leaves
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