travel starts with photography

Chapter 35 Dai Temple
When they came up, Chen Xing pulled her away, pointed at the fish and asked, "Do you have this for lunch?"

"Indispensable, every year."

She looked tired.

But Chen Xing is looking forward to it. I heard that the fish raised in the rice fields taste different from the fish raised in the fish pond. There will be a faint fragrance.

She put the fish in the bucket next to her, found a pack of hawthorn slices from her pocket, and gave Chen Xing a piece after unpacking it.

If the hawthorn slices are chewed directly, they will taste sour. Chen Xing usually likes to hold them in his mouth like candy.

He found the photo, knelt down and said, "Come and see."

The person in the photo is wearing traditional Miao clothes, with a pleasant smile, and a spirit in his eyes. His sleeves are rolled up, and he is holding a fish tightly.

Yang Xiu let out a wow in surprise, she liked it very much, and asked after a while: "Brother Chen Xing, do you just make money by taking photos?"

Chen Xing nodded and said, "That's right, do you like it?"

"like!"

Yang Xiu nodded vigorously.

"Then I'll find a place to frame it when I get back to the city, and I'll send it to you when the time comes. Can you guys receive the courier here?"

"There is only the post office, but you can send it in the town. We all pick it up by ourselves. It takes more than an hour to walk there."

She goes to junior high school in the town, lives on campus, and walks to and from school by herself every week.

Chen Xing stood up and looked around.

Let’s go back to Miao Village to take some photos. I have accumulated a lot of material during this period, and I should be able to edit one or two videos in the evening.

The video that was posted before has broken through [-] views now.

As the first video posted by a new up master, Chen Xing has nothing to dissatisfy with, and with this first video that has been played [-] times, the videos released in the future will have more exposure.

"Go and play by yourself, I want to go to the village to take pictures of more buildings."

Yang Xiu shook her head, the silver ornaments on her hat rattled, she said: "My little uncle asked me to accompany you, let me take you to play, what house do you want to photograph, I will take you there."

Chen Xing rubbed his chin and thought about it.

Someone can take it with them.

"I want to shoot big houses, or beautiful, distinctive ones."

It is difficult for Chen Xing to explain what is called the beauty of architecture, but in general, the beauty is beautiful, unique, and impressive, just like many painters’ works are not amazing at first glance, but after a long time, you will It is characteristic to find that this work is still deeply impressed in your mind.

Yang Xiu raised her finger and said, "I know!"

"what?"

"It's a beautiful house. What do you think of that?" She pointed to the highest building on the mountain. "I always thought it was beautiful, but we Miao people rarely go there. Grandpa told me that it was someone else's temple."

Chen Xing blocked the sun and looked over.

It is one of the two tallest buildings.

When he entered the stockade, he noticed those two buildings. The other houses were only built halfway up the mountain, but these two buildings were like the beacon towers of the Great Wall. They were built on the highest point of the mountain along the stairs. special.

Chen Xing said: "There is already one in their village, but there is another one above?"

"I heard that there is a real monk living there, just like a witch living on our mountain."

"Witch?" Chen Xing frowned, "Could it be that you really know how to play Gu?"

"Hee hee, guess what."

Chen Xing suddenly felt his scalp tingling. In the stories he had read before, there was almost no positive image of the Miao people. Even if there were, they were both good and evil.They are like the stern, clean, ugly and ugly in operas, their images have been fixed.

Although it is said that the literary image is not credible, Chen Xing has never really come to understand it. How does he know whether what is said in the novel is right or wrong?
In the past two days, he feels that the Miao people are not much different from the Han people except for a few customs and traditional clothing, but now it seems that he knows too little. Has its own witch.

"Brother Chen Xing, don't be afraid, she usually doesn't go down the mountain, and we don't go up often either."

Chen Xing wanted to ask more about the witch, but Yang Xiu also kept silent, and he didn't know whether he didn't want to say it or couldn't tell Chen Xing, an outsider.

Follow the path to the hillside of the terraced fields, turn to the right, and walk up the mountain step by step from the bushes. Although the road here is not as comfortable as the bluestone slabs in the Miao Village, there are also smooth slates. , the same as the small roads built by ourselves in the countryside.

"I've always wanted to ask, you used to be two villages, so they merged together?"

Yang Xiu walked in front of Chen Xing and said:
"It's never been together. It's just a village on the surface. When I was young, there was another village walking into the mountains. It was more than ten kilometers away from us. I moved out a few years ago. "

"Aren't you going to move?"

"We are so close to the town, why move away? Grandpa said we have lived here for thousands of years, it is impossible to move away."

If Chen Xing lived in such a place, he probably wouldn't move out.

These buildings are too precious to be abandoned.

What Song Xingwen did should be right. If more people who have returned from their studies return to their hometowns and develop this place into a tourist base together, judging from the current domestic tourism enthusiasm, they will soon lead all the villagers to become rich together.

However, he also understood Hou Tong's choice.

Slowly, it is also a protection for this place. It has been developed into a tourist destination rashly, and countless tourists have poured in from the outside world. No one can tell whether it will cause damage or what.

With such thoughts in mind, Chen Xing talked a lot less.

"It's here, look!"

Chen Xing looked up.

Snow-white sugarcane flowers sway in the wind, and the temples with white walls, cornices, red tiles and wooden doors come into view.His walls, beams, columns and other places have a lot of decorations, including tiles, stained glass, iron, and paintings. The painting style is in line with the paintings of Song Xingwen that Chen Xing saw at the foot of the mountain.

Thinking of this, the solemn atmosphere of the temple faded a lot in Chen Xing's heart.

At this time, a woman came out of the temple with her child in her arms. She nodded when she saw Chen Xing. She had seen Chen Xing when she was washing clothes in the morning and said hello.

Chen Xing also responded with a smile.

The woman wanted to say something at first, but when she saw the little girl behind Chen Xing wearing a full set of Miao costumes, she didn't say any more and went straight down the mountain.

Chen Xing said: "It seems that you are not welcome here."

"It should be the clothes I'm wearing, oops, I just said I won't wear them!"

Chen Xing walked along the road. The main entrance of the main hall faced a courtyard. From this courtyard, one could see the river below the mountain and the bamboo houses of the Dai ethnic group built along the river. If one had good eyes, one could clearly see the people on the road.

The hall was empty.

Chen Xing wanted to go in and have a look, but Yang Xiu hurriedly stopped him and said, "Take off your shoes."

(End of this chapter)