ZouYuan: The flower path has not been swept by the guest, and the Pengmen has begun to meet the first encounter of the Junkai: the flower path has not been known to the guests: The Pengmen has now been opened for the Jun

The wind gently and slowly blew over, blowing the tassels of the trinkets in my hand, stitching and stitching embroidered "in and out of peace" and the sun floating in the eye waves, swinging out a slightly drunk happiness. Behind the grandmother shook the wheelchair to the door to wave at us, the background is a deep and deserted alley, looking back, it is as beautiful as the painting, let me inexplicably surge with sentimentality.

"Grandma, rest! We went back! ”

At this point, it looks like when I left home, my grandmother came to send it. Unconsciously, our group has been conducting five days of research in Zouyuan Village, leaving an impression on every street and alley, looking back at the places where they have always been, and the way out is full of unwilling footprints.

But after all, it is the feast that is inseparable from the world.

To be honest, for me, my first encounter with Zouyuan Village was not a bottle of cool soda in the sweltering heat of the summer, but a large amount of sunlight from the sullen head, which made people panic.

Before coming to Jinhua Zouyuan Village, we did not do a survey, and even relied on the information on the Internet to initially determine the direction of the research, but the old ancestor said that "on paper, I finally feel shallow, and I absolutely know that I have to do this" is really not a false statement. Who would have thought that July would be the off-season for tourism in Zoryuan Village? Coupled with the fact that we did not pay attention to the impact of the epidemic in recent years when looking up the tourism information here, the difficulty of carrying out the work has become an expected thing.

The weather is hot and there are few tourists, so we can't send out questionnaires. It was off-season, and some venues were being repaired on time, making it difficult for us to enter and get first-hand information. Sometimes the time to finish work is not good, and even the car back to the hotel cannot be called.

In the first few days, we simply used blood and tears to explain what is called "the roof leaks in the overnight rain, and the boat trip encounters the head wind", and now I think it is still sad. Zouyuan is really a beautiful village, but unfortunately our post is not complete, the flower path leading to the master's house is not cleaned, it is full of weeds, and the travelers who come from afar can only smile bitterly and struggle.

"You come to investigate, then I have to talk to you well" The grandfather in charge of collecting tickets in front of the main hall is a tough, smiling old man, as soon as he heard that we came to investigate, he immediately took over the work of the tour guide and told us about the attractions in detail. For those of us who were depressed by the gap between reality and expectations at that time, this enthusiastic help was nothing less than a charcoal in the snow. The feeling of being in jail but someone pulled you along is still very moving. Maybe Grandpa didn't talk as well as the tour guide we asked later, but on that morning when the shadow of the sun floated in the patio, listening to the old man with my grandmother talking about history, waiting for the beauty of time to turn into a small bubble in the mouth of a koi and floating to the surface... I think that's the best explanation I've ever enjoyed, gentle and lazy, unique.

Kind help is not just one person, nor just once.

The cool old man under the big locust tree will mysteriously pull my shoulder after chatting, telling us that the Yan Ancestral Hall that is being repaired has a side door, you can sneak in to see, that is, do not disturb the staff construction, like the old man is with you head to head peach crisp stealing food, look at each other and smile there is a kind of heart of partnership to do bad things.

There was nothing to hide in the ancestral hall, and I saw our maintenance staff silently turning their heads and starting to work, sometimes finding that they had entered our camera, and they had to smile shyly.

There are no tourists in the village, and the questionnaire can only catch the villagers. The uncle of the convenience store was lying on a rocking chair, listening to me crouching on the side and asking him questions, with a little helplessness of being disturbed by the lunch break, but still patiently answered one by one.

……

Until now.

I held up the handicraft in my hand in the daylight to see, this is the "copper money gossip" non-hereditary heir Yan Grandma gave us just interviewed, the yellow thread wrapped around the green cloth, there is a needle and a thread sewn out of the "in and out of peace", the corner decoration is illuminated by the sun, diamond-like sparkling.

Does it look good? Stuffed with gifts, I looked at the little gossip in my hand, thinking about the small pendants and chains I usually bought, and the small gadgets that were made perfectly and exquisitely by the machine on the outside... Laughed.

How can a commodity compare to a handmade heart, not to mention that this comes from a person who has only seen one side, and some people who may only see this side. We have never known each other, just a short passing shoulder to shoulder in different lives, but that simple care, that family-like warmth and conversation, can always become the force of life forward.

The Garden of Zoe, generously opened its doors for me.

I came from the red wine and green, the line was hurried, but I wanted to bring back a few questionnaires, a little data, who knew that the red dust of the small village was rolling and roaring, laughing and sprinkling half a bunch of lights into my arms, half a spring breeze, a human firework.

Enough to miss for a lifetime.