The next morning, Joan drove us to Otsu and looked out the window at the port. Holding the steering wheel, she casually said that it was built with one hand and one burden with other women in the village when she was sixteen! Hui's eyes are full of women's desolation and bitterness. I can't imagine that the tragic story of the old society read in childhood books will happen to my peers.
A few minutes later, the car drove into a main road, with small buildings on both sides and cars parked along the street. I couldn't help asking a few questions in succession: "Is this the big one?" "Yes!" The car went around the village, but I was disappointed. I couldn't see any village traditions except the mixed scenes in the village.
OS insists on getting off and walking. He believes that there are old houses deep in the village! When you put your feet on the land, you enter the driveway that motor vehicles can't reach, and pass through the newly renovated ancestral temple. The road becomes narrow and undulating, and the scenery in front of you is constantly changing. The real pavilion is gradually unfolding-this is a real Huian village, a mountain village made of stone!
The caves at the ends of the earth are called Huian Jedi. When people arrive here, there is no other way out except to calmly obey their own destiny. Stubborn monks build their homes on the hillside. They dig stones with one hand and hammer them with the other.
Poor living conditions do not allow Daxie people to waste any resources. Every stone will not be abandoned. Walking through the alleys of the mountain village, the stone wall is changing its texture. There seem to be countless combinations, and there is no artificial deliberate decoration. The local people know that things need to be put to the best use, and they build various forms of stones in a subtle way. Even if the roof collapses and the brick wall collapses, the stone wall with tight joints still stands.
The barren Loki Mountain could not contain life. However, as long as there is a little space and a handful of soil, plants will grow wantonly and project their vigorous life on the gray stone wall. Wealthy families in the village put some precious Minnan red bricks on the stone walls, decorated some foreign symbols on the gables and beside windows and holes, and brought smart colors into the village. During the Cultural Revolution, the battle slogans on the walls of decent families were still clearly visible.
Most of the stone houses built on the mountain are now abandoned, and only some old people remain there. Because of the ups and downs of mountain roads, it is very difficult to demolish old houses and rebuild them. The villagers chose to build new houses on the farmland near the village, which made Daxie fortunately keep its old appearance. Just like walking through a mountain city in Europe, there are surprises at every corner, and there are scenery up and down. For centuries, the traces of struggle, compromise and symbiosis between man and nature are vivid.
Climbing to the top of the mountain and overlooking a clear water bay in the distance, reinforced concrete buildings are devouring the flat land near the sea in a monotonous way, while the stone houses scattered on the hillside continue their humble dialogue with nature with simple beauty. Perhaps this is the hope of Otsu's future revival.
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The original title is
"Huian Tower"
Published in Lianhe Zaobao
20 18 12/08 "free talk" column