Boating in the moonlight
As for me, I returned to the house that was my temporary lodging. My host had dinner all prepared for me, and as we ate I told him about my day at the market, and he in turn asked me about city life. Like everyone else here, he led a simple, quiet existence. The house was spick and span both inside and out, and in traditional Chinese style, auspicious couplets were pasted on either side of the door. The first thing every morning my host would light candles and incense, and kowtow to his ancestors.
In the evening after dinner, candles were again lit for his wife to see by as she mended and sewed. I decided to go out and enjoy the night air, so I hired a boat and rowed out under the moonlight. Ripples glittered on the water's surface, and flames from resin torches fluttered in the distance. Gentle songs echoed along the water's surface. I rowed the boat towards the place where the songs were coming from, feeling as if I were in a dream. Suddenly the quiet was broken by my host, calling to me from the back. Only then did I realize that it was already quite late, so I turned round and slowly rowed back.
Sailing downstream along the Chong'an River the next day, out boat arrived at an ancient town named Fuquan. Construction of Fuquan's town wall first began in 1368, the first year of the Ming Dynasty, and was completed 30 years later in 1398. From the top of the steps one can see that the walls are still solidly linked together after all these years, and one can begin to imagine how the town must have looked centuries ago.
In Fuquan I visited a place called the Mayang (Horse-and-Sheep) Cave. There were no lights inside, therefore we carried resin torches and groped our way forward in the darkness. Overhead were all sorts of strangely-shaped stalactites. Another site worth visiting in Fuquan is the Gejing Bridge, built between 1573 and 1620 during the Ming Dynasty with funds donated by a man called Ge Jing. Each flagstone on this bridge is 30 square centimetres in size, looking a bit like pieces of beancurd, hence the bridge is also called "Beancurd Bridge" by the locals. This triple-arched stone bridge is over 20 meters high and 50 metres long, with its western section actually hollowed out of a sheer cliff. It is hard to imagine the difficulties involved in building a bridge like this using the simple techniques available at that time. Being constructed 370 years ago, the bridge--not as soft as its name suggests!--still remains solid and intact.
A Visit to Hua Miao Village
The Hua Miao are a sub-group of the Miao nationality, and the region along the Chong'an River is the only settlement where they live in compact communities. We set out early one day to visit a Hua Miao village, crossing green fields with row upon row of persimmon trees laden with fruit.
The village was small, yet it had its own village head (the eldest of the villagers) and strict village rules. Whoever wants to enter must first say the password or they are turned away. At night, to keep unwanted visitors out, a lorry is parked on the path, blocking the way to the village. The villagers also take security measures to protect themselves from theft by outsiders. Within the village, however, they have no such fear, since stealing is considered extremely shameful.
In this quiet mountains area, the Hua Miao live a simple, peaceful rural life. They grow maize on the mountain slopes and hang it in strings on their door or window frames to dry, to be group up later into meal or flour. Since there are no modern forms of entertainment such as TV or clubs in this mountainous area, as night falls groups of young people often get together at one person's house to play Lusheng pipes and sing and dance. The host entertains the visitors with food, while everyone else takes park in helping out the host with chores, singing all the time.
As they have few outside visitors, out arrival was a major event and we were given parties by one family after another, with one party often lasting several hours. Perhaps time is one thing the people here have in great abundance. When it was time is one thing the people here have in great abundance. When it was time to leave the village, I learned about an interesting Miao custom-no visitor of glasses of "farewell wine", which of course does not make leaving any easier!
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