It's Mid-Autumn Festival to go to "Lisi House" again.
The car turned from Xiyang Town in Meizhou to the county road around the mountain and entered Liang Qingshan. There are dense trees in the valley. When I opened the window, I felt the breath of Shan Ye. The car stopped at the Baijia River in Ren zhu cun. Before noon, autumn fell from the top of the head, and the "Reese House" quietly leaned against the river of Shangping Bridge.
In March this year, when I came, Lisi was busy rebuilding this old Hakka house. All kinds of building materials are scattered in front of and behind the house. The house used to be a supply and marketing cooperative in the village, but it has been abandoned for many years. After half a year, the house looks brand new. Now it is not only the residence of the Reese family, but also an exquisite small house.
Reese is busy beside the house, sawing a bamboo into sections with a thick bowl. Today, Daniel Rees, an American who grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania, looks no different from an ordinary farmer in a Hakka village. People in the village like to turn to the door to say hello when they pass by.
Mrs Reese Qiu Qiu is from Baihou, Tai Po. After drinking a cup of Qingliangshan tea, she told me that she met Reese in Shenzhen, when she was a foreign English teacher. After their marriage, they lived on a farm in Pennsylvania for five years and had two children, a woman and a man. Beiyan returned to the south, and the family of four did not return to Baihou, but settled in Liang Qingshan.
I sat in an armchair on a small balcony on the second floor, looking at the Baijia River below the house, the fields across the river, and the old Hakka village at the foot of the mountain. Looking around, you can also see the dam of Qingliangshan Reservoir in the distance, from which clear mountains and rivers flow. Seen from the roof, the mountains are layered on top of each other.
Reese used to work in a local agricultural bureau in the United States, majoring in biology. When he has time to sit down and chat, he said that he likes the natural environment here, including plants and animals, and the old Hakka village opposite is also a good scenery. In his spare time, he took a stick as a trekking stick and climbed almost all the peaks around Ren zhu cun.
He taught two children to identify different plants and animals and draw with the colors of natural plants. As he spoke, he took out a piece of white paper and stepped out of the house to pick flowers and fruits, on which green leaves, yellow flowers and purple berries were painted.
That afternoon, I walked across Pingshan Bridge and walked to the village. The village road is clean and tidy, and two rhubarb dog at the entrance of the village "greet" from both sides, hovering around their feet, which makes people feel terrible. Back, it's only about 100 meters from Lisi's home along the river. There is an old house called Benzhen Bookstore. Bookshelves and books are as high as the roof, just like the set of a photo studio. No wonder there are more photographers and fewer readers who punch in. There are some oil paintings and a piano in the corner. The master must have used his mind to make the elegant flowers of the old village "calligraphy, painting, piano and chess" suddenly bloom in the green countryside. If a coffee shop next to you happens to be open for business, it may be a good ending for your trip.
In recent years, there have been many pleasant homestays, bookstores, cafes and other places in Hakka Mountain Village, which makes people have to sit up and take notice of Ren zhu cun. A red car and a white car drove to the square in front of the library, and all the fashionable young people in the city came out.
At night, Reese's home sneaked into the night. This is the most relaxing and enjoyable moment of the day. I stood on the balcony on the second floor, the mountain wind was blowing on my face, and the night was like wine. The mountains and villages in the distance gradually drifted away, only listening to the insects in the fields, looking up, and the stars were shining in the night sky. Some years I didn't spend the night in the countryside, thinking I wouldn't be able to sleep, but I soon fell asleep, fell asleep.
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