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I went to Ludao once.
I always think this: In life, there are many things that need to be done over and over again, but there will be mistakes; and in life, there will always be some things that happen once will leave an indelible mark. Just as winter is approaching, some things that have happened in life are so strongly remembered.

It was a winter long ago.
Standing on the windward slope of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau slope, I thought that in this subtropical monsoon region where rain and heat were contemporaneous, the Siberian cold current would always be repelled by it.
But when the cold current comes, it crosses mountains and rivers.
I tightened my windbreaker filled with the cold wind, wanting to warm it up for a while. The wind has gone, leaving me with a piercing look.
I think the sea breeze in the east of the same latitude must be warm and humid, so I might as well leave-leave here and go there.

At that time, I still liked to travel on long trains. Trains can grow so long that there is no end in sight, and I can walk from the first carriage to the last, trying to chase the roaring mountains and trees. I can stand in the middle of two carriages and smoke with all kinds of people. You look into the distance in his smoke, I see the light in your fireworks, and in the end, we are all confused and moving towards different directions.
When dawn breaks, when the sun is shining high, when people meet at dusk, and when the dead of night, I sit in the middle and close to the window, looking from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn again.
The train occasionally rocks, as if there are stones at the foot of the wind; the scenery occasionally changes, as if winter itself also contains late autumn.
When the train arrived at the station, the slightly dusk light conveyed a different air flow at the same latitude as when I set out.
I took a taxi to Zengcuo 'an. The driver introduced me to the various nature and humanities of Ludao in Mandarin, which was not very fluent. It was that Mandarin, which was not very fluent, that made me hear the local accent. It turned out that the driver came from Songtao, Tongren, had lived in Xiamen for a long time and had become a living map of Xiamen.

The railway station is farther from Zengcuo 'an than I thought. But I know that no matter how far the distance is, it will be drowned out by time.
I stood at the entrance of Zengcuo 'an to bid farewell to the driver.
He said: It's nice to meet you. I hope you will meet better.
I smiled and said goodbye. In fact, I know that in our lives, many happy faces are just a one-time encounter that we will never see again with a goodbye.
I bought some green mangans and prepared to warm up the scene for the hungry.
Call the owner of the inn who booked in advance.
The boss is a tall, thin and handsome young man. Also appearing with him were tourists from Hebei. After a few pleasantries, they led me through the streets and alleys into Zengcuo 'an.
Zeng Cuo 'an is known as the most literary fishing village in China. But no matter what, a silly young man like me who only has a destination but no purpose always wants to stay here quietly. As for literature and art, it has long been covered with moss and is no longer in its bones.

I live on the corner where I have forgotten the name of the alley now. Before entering the inn, I saw its blue and white promotional poster-I am waiting for you in Ludao Bieyuan. I think this should be in line with the so-called literature and art and should be what everyone who travels alone expects!

I didn't expect it. I think that everything should appear in front of us in its most natural way, and I will try my best to accept all the beauty and other things that my senses can perceive with a calm attitude. We have never met before, and all evaluations should start from meeting. As for whether we meet and know each other, that will be a matter of future.

Put down your backpack and pick it up again. Many times, our backpacks are always filled with all kinds of debris. We don't clearly know which ones are necessary for us, so we can't put them down.
I was walking in the alleys of this fishing village. Imagine that the taste of seafood that once existed here has now been mixed with the aroma of groceries that did not belong here but have already stopped here. Some of the grocery stores here are responsible for relieving worries and some are responsible for distributing worries.
I also want to find a shop to sit quietly without worrying.

When I passed by the "When Innocence meets No Shoes" grocery store, I looked at the name of the store and laughed-"I really met no shoes that day": Will I really meet a barefoot person that day? Those who wear shoes are not afraid of those who are barefoot. So, you might as well encounter it.
I found a seat by the window next to "Lu Renjia Tea meets Flower Pie". Looking at the long line at the ginger duck shop opposite. I saw a familiar figure passing through the long line and walking towards "Lu Renjia".
I searched my memory again, trying to find an overlapping figure in my life passing by. Then as she approached, I saw her overlapping cheeks again.
In fact, everyone will have a difference between this moment and the next moment, let alone not see it for many years, how can they completely overlap! But when she walked to the window seat next to me, I knew that I really didn't meet no shoes that day, but met children's shoes.
Yes, I met Che Che-Che Weimei-my middle school classmate and a friend I haven't seen and haven't contacted for many years.
Memory is the most wonderful thing in the human brain, and we don't deliberately think of it. Even if we haven't seen each other for many years and have not contacted each other, the moment we met, everything was like a huge figure painting posted on the wall. Our position was suddenly clearly located, and the picture quality remained unchanged, without yellowing or old.

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The so-called human being is such an animal! Its brain stores something called memory. Time rings and years run normally according to laws, so we don't have time to consider things that have nothing to do with daily life. When we empty ourselves in our spare time, or deliberately gather friends for us, or go out for a walk and encounter old friends, the clear and fuzzy negatives in our memory will bounce out and make the characters come alive one by one.
Che Che and I chatted about many topics. It's as if these things have just happened or are happening. Che Che said that she heard that Zeng Cuo 'an's "Class Two in Three Years" restaurant is a place full of memories. I say it should not be as good as our Class 2 of Year Three at that time!

We still went to "Class 2, Year 3", and the scene during our study was inadvertently imitated into life.

Che Che said: Do you remember when you deliberately made me answer wrong in English class in order to go against the teacher?
I laughed, who told him to like you! I don't know if I'm a teacher or a teacher...
Che Che was my former goddess, but now she is married to a wife!
We have talked from the past to the present, and we have no chance to participate in life, so let's pass each other by!
Forget the car, I'll go to the island alone!

Gulangyu Island is one of the most beautiful Urban area in China, and it is also a beautiful island in the city in my eyes.

I have fantasized countless times, fantasizing about landing on this island surrounded by the city, and fantasizing about Mr. Yutang! Now, I truly come to her arms.
Gulangyu is not big, but this small island contains cultural foundations and historical traces that I cannot list.

I walked around the island, breathing in some gas and exhaling some gas from the walls full of history. I didn't dare to hope that I would be full of knowledge, but hoped that it would not be all chaff.

Gulangyu is like a big inn, always crowded with people. But no matter how many people there are, they always have to leave, because the inn is not home; she seems to be a public lover, and everyone likes her. Although everyone will eventually leave her, they are so reluctant to part.
Somehow, I suddenly remembered Ouyang, the one I met among the tens of millions of people on the long train. But what I thought of was her frankness.
I still remember the first thing she said to me the second when our eyes met,"You look like a high school classmate of mine."
And I didn't tell her my name at the time.
I don't believe in fate, and I don't understand that only by passing by thousands of times in my past can I exchange for a look back in this life.
I said to her at that time, if I meet again, I will tell you my name!
Gulangyu Island is very small, so small that I can see it when I climb Sunlight Rock and look into the distance, so small that I don't have time to imagine what I told Ouyang my name when I said goodbye; Gulangyu Island is also very big, so big that the music played by the ancient organ has been passed down across the ocean for a long time without being withered, so big that I imagined meeting Ouyang anywhere but still didn't meet him here!

At this time, I wanted to meet a Ouyang or Ouyang-she told me her name loudly, she told me her story loudly, and she sang loudly the song that best matched the sound of the organ!
I didn't meet Ouyang, nor did I meet a woman like Ouyang!
In fact, I ignored one point. Gulangyu is that Ouyang like woman. When I walked to the beach, she was delicate and soft. When I walked to the Organ Museum, she was crisp and elegant. When I walked among those white walls and red tiles, she was pure and energetic. I walked into the deep courtyard, and she seemed to be used to the spring flowers and autumn moon...

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Gulangyu Island/Gulangyu Island/The wind blows, waves and drums...

Gulangyu is a happy and melancholy child. She poured laughter into those unexpected encounters, and she also filled up crystal tears for those who miss each other!

I searched Gulangyu for a while, perhaps to take a look at Mr. Yutang's former residence, or to find a well-known past. But when I found it, I couldn't help but feel disappointed in the face of time.

I thought of parting from Huangshan:

We are just passers-by in each other's lives, and no one needs to care whether it is superfluous before and after the journey, so we will treasure every happy time one by one, because we understand that life is a huge encounter, and in the end, we will inevitably travel far away. So we don't have to feel disappointed, we all just want to leave a beautiful journey in our respective lives!

Yes, we all just want to plant a beautiful journey in our respective lives!

Gulangyu, I still have to say goodbye to you after all. Just like you always have to say goodbye to the past-in the torrent of time, we don't have to go back, we need to go to those unknown areas where we are interested.

When I left Huangshan, I said that I would definitely go to Fujian. In fact, I know, and in fact, they also know that we will meet again.

So, Nian Jin and Wei Ting took leave.

Xiaopang was unable to meet us again due to work reasons.

But Nian Jin and Wei Ting, I really got together.

We made an appointment to go to the place where the clouds and rivers dreamed of rumors, and write the stories into the stories where the soil was broken and squeezed.

When the high-speed railway arrived in Nanjing, I thought that the rest of the story would be completed by the three-party team who must have my division. But there is really no shortage of encounters in life. We met her while looking for accommodation.

Her name is Anne. A woman whom I can no longer remember where she came from.

When I first met Anne, I said I wanted to sing Wang Jie's song! But in fact, I never had Anne, so how can I talk about losing it? So to this day, I have not sung Wang Jie's song!

Anne is a talkative girl. Most people who like to talk love to laugh, and people who love to laugh have never had few stories.

There are such a group of people in this world. They can be alone or in groups. When they are alone, they do what they like to do and think about the life they want. When living in groups, they are good at sharing with others what they see when they are alone. Their stories may be well known to the people who know them. But when they meet groups that are not acquaintances but are about to become acquaintances, they will enjoy it.

I think I am one of those people; I think so is Anne. But my eyes and footsteps are far less distant and long than Anne!

Anne told us about what she had seen and heard alone in Indonesia and other countries. We listened with interest because we had never heard of it.

In those unheard of, I seemed to have heard some civilized paradigms in other countries.

Therefore, he believed that in a person's life, all cognitive value systems are based on the cultural system. Culture is the foundation of a large country with diverse ethnic groups or a single ethnic group in a small place. Even if the regions are different, the source of civilization always has its own laws.

Before arriving in Nanjing, I imagined and compared the civilizations nurtured by the soil-some of them conveyed civilization in their original appearance, and some in other forms. But either way, they shocked me and made me even more ignorant. Because of this, I need to know and understand.

The first thing we arrived at was Hegui Building in Meilin Town.

Hegui Building, as the name suggests, is to persuade the world to carry forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation that values harmony. Hegui Tower, also known as Shanjiao Tower, was built in the 10th year of Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty (1732) and has a history of more than 280 years. Hegui Building, as its name suggests, appears extremely peaceful, peaceful and calm in the trend of rapid changes. The building is 5 stories high and 21.5 meters long. The first layer of earth wall is 1.34 meters thick. It shrinks from bottom to top, and the fifth layer is only 65 centimeters thick. It is the tallest square earthen building in the county. It has a regular internal civil structure and has 140 rooms. There is a gate open in the middle of the building, with a pair of doorsteps: "He Di presents a star painting of strange mountains and rivers, and a book of sages and sages by the noble ancestors." There are 4 stairways leading to each floor at the east, west, north, south and north corners of the building. A three-room one-hall school was built in the center of the patio. The local people made up a saying: "The house covers the building, and the descendants will be more virtuous; the building covers the house, and the descendants will be richer."

Wei Ting and Anne took various photos in front of the gate of Hegui Building. People are born with temperament, but the habits you have acquired will make you different-as the saying goes: your current temperament not only hides the books you have read, the roads you have traveled, the words you have written, but also hides all kinds of memories of your past frozen movements!

We used to walk along the corner stairs with the creaking of time. Every sound seemed to be telling me the stories of many generations who have lived together in this house for more than 200 years. And these stories give a little vitality to this now seemingly desolate old house!

Among the many rooms in Hegui Building, many have been covered with rusty iron locks, as if they were deliberately trying to dust off the past; some people from the older generation live in them. They sit by the window and their faces are full of vicissitudes; Some are piled with debris, as if to conceal that they have never been glorious...

As for the three wonders of the Hegui Building, I don't think I need to explore them one by one. I know that it is the tallest square building among the Tulou Group in Fujian, that it is built on a swamps, and that the two wells in the building are clear and turbid! Life sometimes does not need to be too thorough.

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I asked my friends whether we should go to see "Four Dishes and One Soup" or go to the Yunshui Rhythm that once haunted my soul?

Friends all say that you are the tour guide, or you decide!

I laughed. You should ask Dad where he is going...

In the era we lived in, we could only find out where our father had been from our parents. So our original so-called trip was more about asking ourselves: Where have we been and where are we going? As for who I am and where I come from. We never ask!

Farewell to Heguilou, we headed towards Yunshuiyao Ancient Town.

We may have learned about Yunshui Rhythms from those words and stories that have been passed down, but we won't think about what stories are about to be staged there!

It is said that Yunshuiyao Ancient Town is an ancient village with a long history. The ancient road, century-old banyan trees, magical earthen buildings, and the clear water of Lingshan Mountain all give people a feeling of detachment. Yunshuiyao has the world-famous Huaiyuan Tower, the tallest, largest and most concentrated thousand-year-old banyan trees in Fujian Province, a century-old street, and a thousand-year-old road.

When we arrived at Yunshuiyao, there was a little rain in the sky, and there were raindrops and mottled traces of time on the stone road that had not yet wetted the entire road.

On the bank of the stream, a banyan tree group composed of 13 century-old and thousand-year-old banyan trees is spectacular. The wide crown of one of the old banyan trees covers an area, the length of the trees, and the thickness of the trunk make me feel eye-opener. It is said to be the largest banyan tree found in Fujian Province. Under the banyan tree, a very smooth cobblestone road stretches into the distance. According to research, it is the only way from Changting Prefecture (Longyan City) to Zhangzhou Prefecture (Zhangzhou City).

Next to the ancient road, there is a row of two-story old-fashioned brick-and-wood houses, which is the century-old street in Yunshuiyao Ancient Town. To this day, most of these old shops still retain the characteristics of wooden boards replacing walls. The most eye-catching things in the village are the earthen buildings dotted at the foot of the mountain, beside the bank of the river, and on the fields.

Architecture is the most powerful witness of human civilization in the long history. More than 50 of these earthen buildings, which have been built since the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, are currently well preserved. These earthen buildings are in a variety of shapes, among which the Huaiyuan Building, the most exquisite craftsmanship and well-protected two-ring earthen building, is the most representative. Of course, here, in addition to seeing world cultural heritage earthen buildings, we can also see hanging foot buildings, bamboo pole buildings, and prefecture-style earthen buildings in the mountainous areas of the southwest.

Yunshuiyao Ancient Town is also a famous hometown of overseas Chinese in Zhangzhou. According to the "Changjiao Jian's Genealogy", the Jian people in the ancient town began to migrate outward from the fourth generation (during the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty) to the 16th generation, making a living in Myanmar, Singapore, Indonesia, Thailand, Taiwan, Hong Kong and other places. There are 230,000 Taiwanese whose ancestral home is Yunshuiyao...

We stopped and stopped in Yunshuiyao, went shopping in small shops, wrote postcards, looked at the dust hidden in the annual rings in the tulou and thought about the story of the tulou that the dust had never told us, as if we wanted to pass every minute of our lives here. We never looked like the people who have lived here for generations. Life really cannot tolerate any imitation.

The rain gradually took on the appearance of lines, like embroidery needles, outlining our footsteps to outline the story. Until one day we think of it in the future, it will still be full of pictures.

People here sang their songs into the clouds and water, and they all came to life. And we, as time goes by, can only eavesdrop on the whispers between people and history here!

I came with curiosity, and I went back with an empty pocket. Perhaps life is such a process of becoming fuller and thinner. We can talk without saying anything, and we can say goodbye with a smile regardless of whether we can really say goodbye!

Yunshui Ballad, you sang it when you were young. Will you still sing it when you are old?

When I get old, you are not yet old!

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I often say that meeting is to eat and say goodbye!

But Anne and we were forced to say goodbye before we even ate!

I really want to sing that line/sing about me and my past/Baby Anne/and her lovely face...

Annie returned to Fuzhou, while Nianjin Weiting and I continued to stay on Ludao!

We came to Zhongshan Road. As for what we all lined up to eat, I don't think that's the point anymore. Meeting is actually for goodbye!

Send Nian Jin Weiting away. There is no need to say goodbye. The time we met was too precious, and there was no time to intersperse the song Yiyi.

I returned to Zengcuo 'an alone and moved back into Ludao Bieyuan! There is no need to toss and turn, as if this is my home after a long time. It steals familiarity in strangeness, and warmth in loneliness!

A person's journey is destined to end alone.

When I woke up in the morning, the sun was shining on the edge of the quilt, and I stretched in the sun. Then I plan to ride.

There were pedestrians in twos and threes on the roundabout road, as if there was no direction or direction everywhere.

I simply returned my bicycle and walked aimlessly. Maybe this is life. It may seem like it is done deliberately, but it is actually what you want!

As we walked, we reached Huangcuo 'an, and the number of people gradually decreased.

Find a stone and sit down and look at the little shells that have been picked up and the ups and downs of the sea. I remembered that the vigor I once longed for has now dissipated like clouds and clouds, and now there is no need for undercurrents and surging waves. Everything in the world is like this tide, rising and falling in an orderly manner!

I got up and remembered my Annie hadn't sung.

So I sang about the past with the wind.

They all say that I don't know where my love comes from, but I go deep-just like my love for this Lu Island...