Where the Moonlight Shines

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Where the Moonlight shines It was a rainy morning in early April with gentle breeze flipping through the willow twigs. After six hours of tiring trip on the bus, I finally arrived at the destination—Wuyuan, a county known for its picturesque scenery as well as its unsophisticated but profound culture. Honored as “the most beautiful country in China ”, it attracts millions of people every year. Luckily, I went there on a week day and the tourists were even less than usual because of the weather. After walking through a large parking area, I stood at the gate of the Jiang Village , which was said to be the ancestral hometown of the former Chinese president, Jiang Zemin. Along the gate were some small shops run by the local villagers. They just sat there quietly instead of hawking loudly all the time. The serene smile on their faces was a greeting to the world and their life rather than a mask to flatter those potential customers. In the middle of the small square near the gate, there was a tall tree pointing to the grey sky. It has been standing there alone for centuries, witnessing the vicissitudes of the little village like a dignified father showing solicitude to his child silently. I touched its bark and the roughness told me all its sufferings in the storm; I looked at its sprouts and the youth presented me the shining new hopes. I walked on and many buildings of Huizhou style came into my view. Most of them were one-storey houses with upturned eaves on four sides and square windows decorated with dark brown wooden frames. Their grey bricks and tiles were in great harmony with the grey cloudy sky. All the buildings were divided into different parts by many winding stone roads, which were so narrow that sometimes only one person was allowed at a time. However, I was quite fond of this inconveniency. I became closer to this place—I could smell the
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