Six year later, I came back to Haikou again. The feeling of nostalgia lingered around my mind, which made me depressed. My friends saw me a little bit unhappy, so he suggested we go to the Stone Village in Yangshan Region.

After a few hours walking, I felt disappointed, because most of the villages were left in ruins and with wild grass, living nobody at all.
I still remember when we went to Rongtang Village, a group of middle age men and old man sat in the entrance of the village. When seeing us, they all smiled happily. After we parked the car, a man who seemed to be the leader of the group, came to us and said: “Could you please give us some money? We are old people and … ” I was surprised by the begging. I even thought we might be kidnapped by these “pirates”. Suddenly I didn’t know how to rely for such a request.
Fortunately, we finally encountered a quiet village with dense forest and gurgling streams. The simple residences were ranged among the woods, surrounded by green leaves and tree shade, which reminded me a saying in the book: smokes are the wings of the village, while trees are served as clothes.
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