The meeting of clouds and water.

The first time I saw this name, I thought it was beautiful, and I thought it should be a place with stories. Sure enough, storytelling was originally named Changjiao, because director Zhang once filmed the film "Shuiyun storytelling" here.

The Ballad of Clouds tells a love story that never stops waiting for life and death. Classical tenderness and strong sadness make people cry and feel sad. Modern reinforced concrete cities have long been unable to accommodate such warmth. Modern fast-paced can't deduce eternal love, but that era did, because people in that era had faith.

Many people say that before going to Shuiyun storytelling, you must first watch the movie Shuiyun storytelling and go on the road with feelings. However, I did the opposite. I didn't watch the movie first, I just glanced at the strategy. With their own feelings, to find that touching love, to ponder that no regrets waiting. When you come back from your trip, savor the movie. This choice, for me, is undoubtedly the most correct.

After a shelf with loofah vines and a path with sugar cane and sweet potato planted on both sides, you can reach He Jiong Building. This is a rectangular earth building with great momentum. It entered the building through the high gate and looked around. It is exquisite and beautiful, and there are stairs up and down from east to west, north and south. There is a small building in the center of the gate, which is a private school for family children to study. There seems to be a sound of reading in it. The Jinshi plaque hanging on it makes this earth building full of historical and cultural heritage.

Seeing such a magnificent earth building, I can't help but admire the wisdom of my ancestors from the heart. I don't know what twists and turns the old tulou played, but I know that it is admirable to prolong life and save yourself.

The small bridge paved with wooden boards is not stable, so you should walk carefully. Standing on the bridge, you can enjoy the quiet stream flowing in the river, ducks playing leisurely, and students painting oil paintings by the bridge.

I was a little disappointed when I first arrived at Yunshui Folk Songs, because the scenery here is not amazing or shocking. However, when I savored it slowly with an appreciative heart, I found that what really attracted me was its simplicity and tranquility.

Clouds and water ballads are soft, just like clouds flowing in the sky and water flowing on the ground, slowly and persistently flowing into the depths of the soul.

This thousand-year-old village has green tea gardens, lush vegetable fields and clusters of banana trees. What a vivid picture. Rhyme is like a poem full of pastoral scenery, more like a sleeping baby. It's quiet and peaceful here, and there is no noisy noise. I walked carefully, for fear that I would wake up the peace carelessly.

The ancient street by the stream, the narrow street paved with cobblestones, is actually a thousand-year-old road, with a row of two-story brick and wood houses on the street, with lanterns hanging low and full of vision. The ground is covered with pebbles, walking between stones, which is a feeling you can't feel in the city.

Another eye-catching attraction that has to be mentioned is the huge banyan tree with thousands of years of history, lush foliage and strong roots.

It is said that there are 13 famous banyan trees here, but I am most impressed by only two. On the pebbles beside the stream, some branches spread out like dragons, which is very sculptural, full of green. Standing under the tree, I feel as small as an ant. It takes three people to hug another banyan tree. There are tea makers and snacks under the tree. Sitting under the tree, you feel refreshed. A thousand years of life is awesome, and only a life that has been baptized by wind and rain can be so lush and powerful.

There is a big wooden windmill by the stream. The windmill looked at me quietly in the sun, and it told all the vicissitudes in silence.

On the other side of the stream, the huge banyan trees covered the hazy old street. Looking along the bank of the stream, the water looked like a mirror, so transparent and clear that people's eyes seemed to have penetrated into the stream.

There is a kind of love, it can have no ending, but it is beautiful, just like a poem. ...

If one day I am old, I hope I will come here, drink in the dew every day, keep company with the clouds in the mountains, walk in the arms of the mountains, look at the virgin forests that will never die, listen to the laughter and diarrhea of the streams in the mountains, and listen to many voices echoing in the shouts of the mountains.