My key words - "Wuyi 5 - outdoor 41" (2017.4.28), # Guodong 2 # (1) along the road into the village, gradually into the ancient lane and ancient house. Ancient lanes were built in the Ming Dynasty. They were narrow and long. They were only allowed to pass by one person. If two people met, they had to walk sideways. The word "narrow road encounter" should mean this kind of scene. (2) The ancient lane is outside the walls of the Qiulantang Hall. The thick brick walls are like the bricks used by the ancient Great Wall. Because of the rainy south of the Yangtze River, the black-green moss is scattered over the scattered cornerstones. The stone-paved lanes are filled with many people and bright light, which seems to be the feeling after rain. Only because the old house is too high, the ancient lane is too deep, and the sunshine cannot come in. (3) Rain Lane is Dai Wangshu's. I read it aloud for my good friends. When I walked into this scene alone in this sunny afternoon, I suddenly wondered if there really was a girl like lilac, holding an oil-paper umbrella, Floating past me, with a sad figure written on my back. Maybe it was I who crossed it. Unpack the heavy backpack, put down the plush bear, posed an empty and quiet alley, red lanterns hanging on the tall, mottled grey-white walls, particularly eye-catching. (4) Xilantang, one of the ancient houses built in Guodong Ming Dynasty, was named in the Book of Songs "Xiqiulan thinks he admires it". Only after reading, can we understand that Qiulan is worn as a sachet to show nobility, pray for peace, and feel the meaning of Deze, which shows the elegance of the village's literary style and the purity of its folkways. Walking into the Hall of Tiaolan, you can see the magnificent hall, the eaves of the gallery, and the Ancient Rhymes and colors. Sunshine into the courtyard, reflecting the mahogany chair, green potted plants, golden transparent. In the quiet courtyard, a hostess was sitting on a chair, basking in the sun. When she saw me come in, she stood up with a faint smile and watched me walk. She was carrying a crutch under her arm. Time seems to be solidified, in the tranquility of ease, in the portrait frame of great men full of walls, in this picture of life. The plush bear also enjoyed the leisure and stayed in my camera. (To be continued)