There are thousands of miles to meet.
Some people are like seeing clouds of smoke, seeing it, and after a long time, they have no impression and can no longer remember; Some people you just don't say, never see again, but her voice and smile are getting clearer and clearer, still in front of your eyes.
The days of release are just as crazy when they are "busy". More than half of the travel plan into Yunnan was completed, but he "led the order" back to the depths, and he kept leaving early and returning to the "machinery" running. I feel like a suitcase that I didn't have time to organize.
On the first day of the holiday, I pushed off all socialization and forced myself to rest and "recharge". Because my brain is already pasty, my eyelids are "fighting", my eyes are blank, so I just slept "thunder can't move" first.
At this time, in the dead of night, looking at the pictures in the photo album, the three days of Jianshui jumped on the paper.
Speaking of Jinglu, Sister Zhu looked proud.
Jinglu is an old house with a history of 180 years in Jianshui Ancient City, located at No. 38 Roller Street, Jianshui City. A place to explore.
I like it, and I have a special feeling, my family's house is called "Weilu", and when I see the "Jinglu" plaque from afar, I seem to see it at first sight.
Sister Zhu's name is Zhu Kajia, the hostess of Jinglu. She proudly told us that the wisteria, bamboo and coffee trees that grew well in the quiet house were all made by her, and she was envious.
The quaint courtyard has stories around every corner.
She told us that Jinglu's husband's house is a house of legendary stories. When I looked at the "Jianshui City Art Branch" on the door plaque, I asked the reason, it turned out that her husband was still a painter, and I secretly rejoiced, I can worship the teacher. Unfortunately, when we checked in, her husband traveled into Tibet and could not listen to his narration.
Jianshui's ceramics are already comparable to Fujian Jianzhan and Yixing purple sand. Sister Zhu's son is a master of pottery and the main operator of Jinglu. His works are also displayed in the quiet room.
From the moment we checked into Jinglu, Sister Zhu followed us around, while briefly introducing Jinglu, while enthusiastically explaining various check-in matters, and specially reminded them to use their "well water" on the street (not far from Jinglu) to make tea. Let's call her whatever we want, she lives in the backyard.
I especially like the place where we live on the second floor of the front yard, where there is a large vintage coffee table in the middle of the three rooms, which is really intimate arrangement for our Cantonese tea lovers. There is also a plaque with the words "Clear Breeze and Bright Moon", which is full of cultural atmosphere and properly receives my "heart", and the fatigue of two or three hours of riding disappears.
(1) The storm is rising
As soon as I went out, I was a little "crazy" and forgot that I was a "patient" who could not withstand the toss.
In those days, Yunnan was generally hot. However, he did not have any taboos, not only ate the Yunnan-specific cold "prickly bun" and barbecue recommended by friends and friends; The next day in Yuanyang was still early, did not do a good job of keeping himself warm and ran to the tree to see the sunrise terraces, and then went straight to Jianshui, and arrived at Jinglu at the highest temperature in the afternoon, although he did not go out, he tasted Yuanyang cloud tea on an empty stomach, and did not have dinner on time; At 7 o'clock in the evening, visit Chaoyang Lou at night, see Dai people's homes, eat Yunnan snacks...
After nine o'clock in the evening, my body @ protest", stomach "cold", non-stop "running" bathroom.
According to my previous small experience, I took berberine, but two or three hours passed, my stomach did not stop a little, and the noise was terrible, which made the companions "difficult", afraid that I would be dehydrated, and shouted to send me to the hospital.
At this time, it was already past twelve o'clock at night, and I thought about going to the hospital, like a big enemy, I insisted on waiting a little longer, I initially set a deadline until three o'clock, if I didn't see it again, I would go to the hospital. The wait is also hard.
(2) They only hear their intentions and do not see their people.
Nor did she take into account that the time was too late, Hua Ling thought of asking the hostess what was a good way? So Hua Ling dialed Sister Zhu's phone and called "harassment", and then Hua Ling and Jieyun went to the backyard to find Sister Zhu.
When they returned, they had more kettles of warm water, salt and some related gastrointestinal medicines.
After another period of busyness, I drank warm salt water, and also drank the "Montmorillonite Scatter" powder that I asked me to bring in the morning.
A warm stream of heat flows in the heart. After all, this is an "extra" request from our guests, an unexpected interruption.
One of the small details was that Jieyun grabbed my feet and "chopped" three times at each of my heels. I didn't know, she just said that Sister Zhu let her do this. Jieyun also said that Sister Zhu would explain that if it still didn't work, she would let her son send me to the hospital.
Amitabha, I feel that my stomach and intestines are suddenly refreshed. Before three o'clock in the morning, my stomach "stopped" and I slept until I "woke up naturally".
Before I got up in the morning, Hua Ling had already served steaming white porridge and white-faced steamed buns, saying that Sister Zhu had specially cooked it for me in the morning and bought it for me when she went out.
My tears were about to come out, and I listened to Hua Ling arrange the next itinerary while drinking porridge. For this reason, I have been worried about the fact that I did not leave that "priceless" photo in time. But let it be engraved in my heart forever.
I don't want to delay everyone's travel plans because of my accident. Discussed and reached a consensus, agreed to go out of the city to visit Zhangjia Garden as scheduled, went to the 17-hole bridge, strictly reduced outdoor direct sunlight time, sweated less, and drank more water. Along the way, my stomach and intestines worked well and unharmed.
Since we had a full schedule, we left early and returned late. I didn't see Sister Zhu all day, and I didn't have time to say thank you in person.
(3) Sit around a small table, the head of the family
On the third day, I woke up early on purpose. Quietly observe Shizuro up close.
First go up to the third floor of the Jinglu front yard, and another scenery is in front of you. "Hide in the small building and become a one, and manage him in winter and summer and spring and autumn." Jianshui Ancient City is quiet.
With my lens, Jinglu's backyard also slowly came into my field of vision, a good picture of "kindness and people", which has a special flavor.
Even the cute cats rubbed their legs against us.
(4) There are thousands of miles to meet
Sitting around the small table, she showed us the video taken in Jinglu, told us about Jinglu's past and present life, and helped us solve Jinglu's curiosity, I was also drunk!
It's a pity that the time is too short, and I want to see and listen to too much... Let's keep some thoughts for yourself.
When I said goodbye to Sister Zhu, she kept taking photos for us, telling me in detail the details of my safety on the road in the future, just like a sister who told her to travel far.
It was at the beginning of staying in Jinglu that she had heard Hua Ling talk about the bits and pieces of Jianshui, such as the hundred-year-old garden people, the well-known Jian Pottery, etc., and what she admired the most was the simple folk customs of Jianshui and the kindness and friendship of the citizens. I felt it in the silence.
Jinglu is not far from Chaoyang Tower, Lin'an Street, Zhujia Garden, Temple of Literature and other famous attractions in Jian'an, making it a good place to travel and relax in Jianshui.
"There are so many people in this world, and there is an open door in the crowd, which lives in my confused eyes... It often makes me look into the distance, and a few curtains of the past flashed in the evening breeze... There are so many people in this world, how lucky I have us... A few old images floated in the laughter, and they will never leave the scene in the dream field..." In the distance, Mo Wenwei's singing voice drifted in intermittently, slowly disturbing my thoughts. I found my heart wet.
Sister Zhu, I missed you. I hope I can go to Jinglu to see you again.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank Hua Ling, who traveled all the way, for her careful arrangement.