Sender: student Search: Language: Both User: Chapter: 1: §¤ªº¬Oªø³~¤½¦@¨T¨®¡A¨º¯}ªº¨®¤l¡A«°¥«ùز^¨O¤U¨Óªº¡A --> he old bus is a city reject. 2: ¨ì³o®y«n¤è¤s°Ïªº¤p¿¤«°¡C --> you arrive in this mountain county town in the South. 3: ­IµÛ®È¦æ³U¡A¤âùØ©ð­ÓÎØ¥]¡A¯¸¦bº¡¬O¦B´Ò¯È©M¥Ì½©®h¤lªº°±¨®³õ¤WÀôÅU¡C --> n the bus station, which is littered with ice-block wrappers and sugar cane scraps, you stand with your backpack and a bag and look around for a while. 4: ªÅ¤â¤°»ò¥]µö©MÄx¤l¤]¤£±aªº¤@À°¤l¦~»´¤H±q¤f³UùرǥX¸ªªá¬ó¡A --> A crowd of youths, unhampered by sacks or baskets, have their hands free. They take sunflower seeds out of their pockets, 5: ¤@­Ó±µ¤@­Ó¥µ¶i¼LùØ¡A¤S¥ß§Y¥Î¼L¥Ö¤l§â´ß¨à¦R¥X¨Ó¡A --> toss them one at a time into their mouths and spit out the shells. 6: ¦Y±o°®²b«W¸¨¡AÁٹͭé§@ÅT¡A --> ith a loud crack the kernels are expertly eaten. 7: ¤À¼~¶~¡A¨ººØÅx²æ¡A¦ÛµM¬O¥»¦a§@­·¡C --> To be leisurely and carefree is endemic to the place. 8: ùجO¤H®aªº¬G¶m¡A¬¡±o¨Sªk¤£¦Û¦b¡A --> They are locals and life has made them like this, 9: ¦p¤µ¡A¥u­nÁÙ¦³¤f®ð¦b¡A --> Nowadays, as long as they are still able to travel, 10: ¨º©È±q¤Ó¥­¬vªº©¼©¤¡A¤S³£¯É¯É¦^¨Ó¤F¡B --> they flock back home, even from the other side of the Pacific, 11: ¦³µo°]¤Fªº¡A¦³¥X¤F¦Wªº¡A¤]¦³¤°»ò³£¤£¬O¡A¥u¦]¬°¦Ñ¤F¡A´N¤S³£©¹³oùØ»°¡A --> The rich, the famous and the nothing in particular all hurry back because they are getting old. 12: ¨ìÀY¨Ó¡A½Ö¤S¤£Ãh©À³o¤ù¬G¤g¡H --> After all, who doesn¡¦t love the home of their ancestors? 13: À£®Ú¨à¤]¨S¦³°Ê¹L©ÀÀY¦º¤]¤£Â÷¶}³o¤ù¤g¦aªº¡A§ó²z©Ò·íµM¡A¥ÏµÛ¤âÁu¡A --> hey don¡¦t intend to stay so they walk around looking relaxed, 14: ¼ô¤H¬Û¨£¡A¤]¤£¾Ç«°ùؤH¨º®Mµê§¡AÂI­ÓÀY¡A´¤­Ó¤â¡C --> When friends meet they don¡¦t just give a nod or a handshake in the meaningless ritual of city people, 15: ­Ì¤£¬O±i¤fª½©I¨ä¦W¡A«K±q­I«á¦b¹ï¤èªºªÓ¤W²rÀ»¤@´x¡A --> But rather they shout the person¡¦s name or thump him on the back. 16: ÁÙ§@¿³©¹Ãhùؤ@ºO¡A¤£¥ú¬O¤k¤H®a¦P¤k¤H®a¡A¦Ó¤k¤H®a­Ë¤Ï¤£³o¼Ë¡C --> ugging is also common, but not for women. 17: ¨R¬~¨T¨®ªº¤ôªd¼ÑÃä¤W¡A´N¦³¤@¹ï¦~¬ö»´»´ªº¤k¤H¡A¦o­Ì¥u¤â©ÔµÛ¤â¡A¼T¼T³å³å­Ó¤£°±¡C --> By the cement trough where the buses are washed , two young women hold hands as they chat . 18: ùتº¤k¤H»¡¸Ü´N§ó¥[²Ó³n¡A¥s§AÅ¥¤F¤î¤£¦íÁÙ¿g¤W¤@²´¡A --> he women here have lovely voices and you can¡¦t help taking a second look. 19: ÀY¤y©MÀY¤yªº²Ïªk¤]¥@¥N¬Û¶Ç¡A¦p¤µ¬Ý¨Ó¡A¤À¥~§O­P¡C --> This type of scarf, and how it¡¦s tied , dates back many generations but is seldom seen these days. 20: ¤£Ä±¨«¤F¹L¥h¡A --> You find yourself walking towards them. 21: ¨ºÀY¤y¦b¤U¤Ú踤W¤@¨t¡A¹ï¨¤¦y¦y¼°_¡A --> The scarf is knotted under her chin and the two ends point up. 22: ­±¤ÕªG¯u¼Ð­P¡C --> She has a beautiful face. 23: ¤­©x¤]³£¤p¥©¡A«ê¦p¨º¤@©Ù¨­¸y¡C --> Her features are delicate, so is her slim body. 24: §A®Áªñ¦o­Ì¨­Ã䨫¹L¡A --> You pass close by them. 25: ©l²×µ±¦b¤@°_ªº¨º¨âÂù¤â³£¤@¼Ë¬õ¡A¤@¼ËÁW¡A«ü¸`¤]³£¤@¼Ë²Ê§§¡C --> They have been holding hands all this time, both have red coarse hands and strong fingers. 26: ¦o­Ì¸Ó¬O¨«¿Ë¤Í©Î¦^®Q®aªº·sÂA·@°ü¡A --> oth are probably recent brides back seeing relatives and friends, or visiting parents. 27: ¥i³oùؤH·@°ü±M«üªº¬O¨à¤lªº¦Ñ±C¡A --> Here, the word xifu means one¡¦s own daughter-in-law 28: ¤F¦Ñ±Cªº¤k¤H¤S§â¤V¤Ò¥s°µ¦Ñ¤½¡A§Aªº¦Ñ¤½¡A§Ú¦Ñ¤½¡A --> n the other hand, a married woman calls her own husband laogong, yet your laogong and my laogong are both used . 29: ³oùؤH¦³³oùؤHªº»y½Õ¡AÁöµM³£¬Oª¢¶À¤l®]¡A¦P¤å¦PºØ¡C --> eople here speak with a unique intonation even though they are descendants of the same legendary emperor and are of the same culture and race. 30: ¦Û¤v¤]»¡¤£²M·¡§A¬°¤°»ò¨ì³oùبӡA --> ou can¡¦t explain why you¡¦re here. 31: ¥uÂI¤FÂIÀY¡A³oÂIÀY¤]¥i¥H¦³¨âºØ¸ÑÄÀ¡G¦nªº¡AÁÂÁ¡A©Î¬O¡A¾¾¡A³o¦a¤è¡Aª¾¹D¡C --> nd gave an ambiguous nod which could have meant either ¡§I see , thanks¡¨ or ¡§Oh, I know the place¡¨. 32: ¡§¨ºùئ³¤°»ò¡H¬Ý¤s¤ô¡H¦³¦x¼q¡HÁÙ¬O¦³¤°»ò¥j¸ñ¡H¡¨ §A°Ý±o¦ü¥Gº©¤£¸g¤ß¡C --> What¡¦s there? Scenery? Temples? Historic sites?¡¨ you asked , trying to be casual. 33: ¨ºùؤ@¤Á³£¬O­ì¥ÍºAªº¡C¡¨ --> ¡§It¡¦s all virgin wilderness.¡¨ 34: §A¬O¬ã¨s¥ÍºAªº¡H¥Íª«¾Ç®a¡H¥j¤HÃþ¾Ç®a¡H¦Ò¥j¾Ç®a¡H¡¨ --> ¡§Are you an ecologist? A biologist? An anthropologist? An archaeologist?¡¨ 35: ¥L¤@¤@·nÀY¡A¥u¬O»¡¡G¡§§Ú¹ï¬¡¤H§ó¦³¿³½ì¡C¡¨ --> He shook his head each time then said , ¡§I¡¦m more interested in living people.¡¨ 36: ¡§¨º»ò§A¬O·d¥Á«U½Õ¬d¡HªÀ·|¾Ç®a¡H¥Á±Ú¾Ç®a¡H¤HºØ¾Ç®a¡H­n¤£¬O°OªÌ¡H«_ÀI®a¡H¡¨ --> ¡§So you¡¦re doing research on folk customs? You¡¦re a sociologist? An ethnographer? An ethnologist? A journalist, perhaps? An adventurer?¡¨ 37: ³£¬O·~¾lªº¡C¡¨ §A­Ì³£¯º¤F¡C --> ¡§I¡¦m an amateur in all of these.¡¨ The two of you started laughing. 38: ¡§³£¬Oª±¥D¡I¡§ --> ¡§I¡¦m an expert amateur in all of these!¡¨ 39: ¥_¤è¡A³o©u¸`¡A¤w¸g¬O²`¬î¡C³oùØ¡A´»¼ö«o¨Ã¥¼°hºÉ¡C --> In the North it is already late autumn but the summer heat hasn¡¦t completely subsided . 40: ¤Ó¶§¦b¸¨¤s¤§«e¡A¨ÌµM«Ü¦³¼ö¤O¡A·Ó¦b¨­¤W¡A¯á­I¤]¦³¨Ç«_¦½¡C --> Before sunset, it is still quite hot in the sun and sweat starts running down your back. 41: §A¨«¥X¨®¯¸¡AÀôÅU¤F¤@¤U¡A --> You leave the station to have a look around. 42: ¹ï­±¥u¦³¤@®a¤p«È´Ì¡A --> There¡¦s nothing nearby except for the little inn across the road. 43: ¨º¬OºØ¦Ñ¦¡ªº±a¤@¼h¼Óªº¤ìªO¾Q­±¡A --> It¡¦s an old-style two-storey building with a wooden shopfront. 44: ¦b¼Ó¤W¨«°Ê¼ÓªO«K®æ§sª½ÅT¡A§ó­n©Rªº¬O¨º¯Q¶Âªo«GªºªE®u¡C --> Upstairs the floorboards creak badly but worse still is the grime on the pillow and sleeping mat. 45: ¨º¬O¹A§øùØ¥X¨Ó¶]¶R½æ°µ¤âÃÀªº¸¨¸}ªº¦a¤è¡C --> This is a stopover for the village peddlers and craftsmen. 46: Â÷¤Ñ¶ÂÁÙ¦­¡A§¹¥þ¥i¥H§ä­Ó°®²bªº®È©±¡C --> It¡¦s well before dark, so there¡¦s plenty of time to find somewhere clean. 47: §A­IµÛ®È¦æ³U¡A¦bµó¤W®Ì¿º¡A¶¶«K³}³}³o®y¤p¿¤«°¡A --> You walk down the road looking around the little town, 48: ¨º©È¬O¤@­Ó¦W¦r¡A¤]´N¬O»¡¥u­n¯à¨£¨ìÆF¤s³o¨â­Ó¦r¡A --> or just the name ¡§Lingshan¡¨ to tell you you¡¦re on the right track 49: §A¨ì³B±i±æ¡A³ºµM§ä¤£¨ì¤@ÂI¸ñ¶H¡C --> You look everywhere but don¡¦t find anything. 50: ·íµM¡A§A¤£¬O¨ººØ¹C«È¡A¥u»¡ªº¬O§A³o¤@¨­¸Ë§ô¡C --> Of course you¡¦re not that sort of tourist, it¡¦s just what you¡¦re wearing : 51: §A¬ïªº¤@Âù»´«Kµ²¹ê±M¥Î¤_µn¤sªº®È¹C¾c¡AªÓ¤W±¾ªº¬O±a­I±aªº®È¦æ¥]¡A³oµó¤W©¹¨Óªº¤]¨S¦³§A³oºØ¥´§êªº¡C --> strong sensible sports shoes and a backpack with shoulder straps, no-one else is dressed like you. 52: ³oùئ۵M¤£¬O·s±B¤Ò°ü©M°h¥ð¾i¦Ñªº³q±`¥hªº®È¹C³Ó¦a¡C --> But this isn¡¦t one of the tourist spots frequented by newlyweds and retirees. 53: ¨ººØ¦a¤è¤@¤Á³£®È¹C¤Æ¤F¡A¨ì³B³£°±ªº®È¹C±M¨®¡A¨ì³B³£¦³¾É¹C¹Ï¥i½æ¡A --> Those places have been transformed by tourism, coaches are parked everywhere and tourist maps are on sale. 54: ©Ò¦³ªº¤p©±¾Qùس£Â\º¡¤F¦L¦³¦r¼Ëªº®È¹C´U¡B®È¹C¦½­m¡B®È¹C­I¤ß¡B®È¹C¤â©¬¡A --> Tourist hats, tourist T-shirts, tourist singlets and tourist handkerchiefs printed with the name of the place are in all the little shops and stalls, 55: ³s±µ«Ý¥~°ê¤H±M¦¬¥~¶×¨éªº»«À]©M¥u¾Ì¤¶²Ð«H±µ«Ý¤º»«ªº©Û«Ý©Ò©MÀø¾i°|¡A§ó§O»¡¨º¨Ç¬Ûª§©Ô«Èªº¨p¤H¤p«È©±¡A³£¥H³o¶ôÄ_¦aªº¦W¦r¬°¼Ðº]¡C --> and the name of the place is used in the trade names of all the ¡§foreign exchange currency only¡¨ hotels for foreigners, the ¡§locals with references only¡¨ hostels and sanatoriums, and of course the small private hotels competing for customers. 56: §A¤£¬O¨ì¨ººØ¦a¤è¥h´ê¨º¤À¼ö¾x¡A¦b¤H¬Ý¤H¡B¤H®ÁµÛ¤H¡B¤HÀ½¤Hªº¤s¶§¹D¤W¡A¦A©ß¨Ç¥ÊªG¥Ö¡B¨T¤ô²~¤l¡B --> You haven¡¦t come to enjoy yourself in one of those places on the sunny side of a mountain where people congregate just to look at and jostle one another and to add to the litter of melon rind, fruit peel, soft drink bottles, cans, cartons, 57: §AÁ`ºâ­¼¨º¨ÇÂAÆv¹Ü¥Øªº«F»O¼Ó»Õ©|¥¼­×«Ø¡A --> but you¡¦re here before they put up the gaudy pavilions and terraces, 58: »°¦b°OªÌªº·Ó¬Û¾÷©M¦W¤HÃD¦r¤§«e¡A --> before the reporters come with their cameras and before the celebrities come to put up plaques with their calligraphy. 59: ¤£§K·t¦Û¼y­Æ¡A¦P®É¡A¤S¦³¨ÇºÃ´b¡C --> You can¡¦t help feeling rather pleased with yourself, and yet you¡¦re anxious. 60: ³oµó¤W³ºµL¤@ÂI©Û±t¹C«Èªº¸ñ¶H¡A·|¤£·|¥H³_¶Ç³_¡H --> There¡¦s no sign of anything here for tourists, have you made a blunder? 61: §AÁÙµLªkÃÒ¹ê¬O¤£¬O«H¤f¶}ªe¡C --> How do you know he wasn¡¦t just making it all up? 62: §A¨S¦³¨£¨ì¤@«h½TÆwªº¹C°O¡A³s³Ì·s¥Xª©ªº®È¹C¤j¥þ¤]¨S¦³¦¬¶i³o¼Ëªº±ø¥Ø¡C --> You¡¦ve never seen the place mentioned in travel accounts and it¡¦s not listed in the most up-to-date travel guides. 63: ·íµM¡AÆF¥x¡BÆF¥C¡BÆF©¥¡A¤D¦Ü©óÆF¤s³oÃþ¦a¦W¡A§A½¾\¤À¬Ù¦a¹Ï¥Uªº®É­Ô¡A¨Ã¤£Ãø§ä¨ì¡C --> Of course, it isn¡¦t hard to find places like Lingtai, Lingqiu, Lingyan and even Lingshan on provincial maps 64: §A¤]ÁÙÀ³¸Óª¾¹D¡A¨º¯EÃvªº¥v®Ñ¨åÄy¤¤¡A±q»·¥j§Å½³ªº¡m¤s®ü¸g¡n¨ì¥j¦Ñªº¦a²z§Ó¡m¤ô¸gª`¡n¡A³oÆF¤s¨Ã¤£¬O¯u¨S¦³¥X³B¡A --> and you know very well that in the histories and classics, Lingshan appears in works dating back to the ancient shamanistic work Classic of the Mountains and Seas and the old geographical gazetteer Annotated Water Classic. 65: §A¨Ã«D·M¶w¤§½ú¡A¥H§Aªº±Ó¼z¡A --> You¡¦re not stupid, so just use your brains, 66: §A±o¥ý§ä¨ì¨ºµe¦b­»·Ï²°¤l¤Wªº¯Q¥ì¤pÂí¡A¶i¤J³o­ÓÆF¤s¥²¸gªº³q¹D¡C --> first find this placeWuyizhen on the cigarette box, for this is how you¡¦ll get to Lingshan. 67: §A¦^¨ì¨®¯¸¡A¶i¤F­Ô¨®«Ç¡A --> You return to the bus station and go into the waiting room. 68: °â²¼³B©M¤p¥ó±H¦sªºµøµ¡³£³Q­I«áªº¤ìªO°ô­ÓÄY¹ê¡A§A¦AºV¥´¤]¯¾µ·¤£°Ê¡C --> The ticket window and the parcel window are boarded up from the inside so knocking is useless. 69: µL³B¥i¥H°Ý°T¡A§A¥u¦n¥õÀY¥h¼Æ°â²¼µ¡¤f¤W¤è¤@¦æ¦æªº¯¸¦W¡G±i§ø¡B¨F¾Q¡B¤ôªd¼t¡B¦Ñ½`¡Bª÷°¨¡B¤j¦~¡Bº¦¤ô¡BÀsÆW¡B®çªá¶õ¡K¡K --> There¡¦s no-one to ask so you can only go through the lists of stops above the ticket window: Zhang Village, Sandy Flat, Cement Factory, Old Hut, Golden Horse, Good Harvest, Flood Waters, Dragon Bay, Peach Blossom Hollow . . . 70: ¶V¨Ó¶V¥[¬ü¦n¡A¥i³£¤£¬O§A­n§äªº¦a¤è¡C --> the names keep getting better, but the place you want isn¡¦t there. 71: §O¬Ý³o¤p¤pªº¿¤«°¡A½u¸ô©M¯Z¦¸¥i¯u¤£¤Ö¡C --> This is just a small town but there are several routes and quite a few buses go through. 72: ¦³¤@¤Ñ¦h¦Ü¤­¡B¤»½ë¯Z¨®ªº¡A¥i¥h¤ôªd¼tµ´«D®È¹Cªº¸ô½u¡C --> The busiest route, with five or six buses a day, is to Cement Factory but that¡¦s definitely not a tourist route. 73: ³Ì¤Öªº«h¥u¦³¤@½ë¯Z¨®¡A·Q¥²¬O³Ì°¾»÷ªº¥h³B¡C --> The route with the fewest buses, one a day, is sure to go to the furthest destination 74: ¦Ó¯Q¥ì©~µM¥X²{¦b³o¸ô½uªº²×ÂI¡A --> and it turns out that Wuyizhen is the last stop. 75: ²@¤£Åã²´¡A¹³¥ô¦ó¤@­Ó´¶³qªº¦a¦W¡A --> There¡¦s nothing special about the name, it¡¦s just like any other place name 76: ¨S¦³µ·²@ÆF®ð¡C --> and there¡¦s nothing magical about it. 77: ¥i§A´N¹³±q¤@¹ÎµL±æ¸Ñ¶}ªº¶Ã³Â¤¤©~µM§ä¨ì¤F­Ó½uÀY¡A --> Still, you seem to have found one end of a hopeless tangle 78: ¤£»¡°ª¿³±o­n¦º¡A¤]Á`ºâ¦Y¤FÁû©w¤ß¤Y¡C --> and while you¡¦re not ecstatic, you¡¦re certainly relieved. 79: ¸gÅç§i¶D§A¡A³oºØ¤@¤Ñ¥u¦³¤@½ëªº¤s°Ï¯Z¨®¡A¤W¨®´N¦p¦P¥´¬[¤@¼Ë¡A --> and you know from experience that with mountain buses like this, which run once a day, just to get on will be a fight. 80: §A­n¤£·Ç³Æ«÷©Rªº¸Ü¡A´N±o»°¦­¯¸¶¤¡C --> Unless you¡¦re prepared to do battle, you¡¦ll just have to queue up early. 81: ¦¹¨è¡A§A¦³ªº¬O®É¶¡¡A¥u¤£¹LªÓ¤Wªº®È¦æ³Uµy¶û²ÖÂØ¡C --> But, right now, you¡¦ve lots of time, although your backpack¡¦s a nuisance. 82: §A«H¨B¨«µÛ¡A¸Ëº¡¤ì§÷ªº¥d¨®³s³s±ÈµÛ°ª­µ³â¥z¡A±q§A¨­Ãä¾p¹L¡C --> As you amble along the road timber trucks go by noisily sounding their horns. 83: §A¶i¦Óª`·N¨ì¬ï¿¤«°¦Ó¹Lªº¯U¯¶ªº¤½¸ô¤W¡A©¹¨Óªº¨®½ø¡A±a±¾¤æªº©M¤£±a±¾¤æªº¡A³£¤@«ß±È°_¨ë¦Õªº°ª­µ³â¥z¡A --> In the town the noise worsens as trucks, some with trailers, blast their horns 84: ¦Ó«È¨®¤Wªº°â²¼­û¡AÁÙ§â¤â¦ù¥Xµ¡¤f¡A¨Ï«l©ç¥´¨®À°¤l¤WªºÅK¥Ö¡A§ó¬°¼ö¾x¡C¤]¥u¦³³o¼Ë¡A¦æ¤H¤~¯àÅý¹D¡C --> and conductors hang out of windows loudly banging the sides of the buses to hasten the pedestrians off the road. 85: ¨â®Ç¶Kµóªº¦Ñ©Ð¤l¤@«ß¬O¤ìªOªº¾Q­±¡A --> The old buildings on both sides stand flush with the road and all have wooden shopfronts. 86: ¼Ó¤U°µªº¥Í·N¡A --> The downstairs is for business 87: ¼Ó¤WÅεۦçªA¡A --> and upstairs there is washing hung out to dry ¡V 88: ¸ô®Ç¤ôªd¹q½u§ý¤l¤W¡A»ô¥Ø°ªªº¦a¤è¡A¶Kº¡¤F¦U¦¡¦U¼Ëªº¼s§i¡C --> The concrete telegraph poles along the street are pasted at eye level with all sorts of posters. 89: ¦³¤@±iªvÀøª°¯äªº¯S§O¤Þ°_§Aªº¿³½ì¡A --> One for curing body odour catches your attention. 90: ¨Ã¤£¬O¦]¬°§A¦³ª°¯ä¡A --> This is not because you¡¦ve got body odour 91: ª°¯ä¡]¤S¦W¥P¤H¯ä¡^¬O¤@ºØ°Q¹½ªº¯e¯f¡A¨ä¨ýÃø»D¡A¥O¤H±ý¦R¡C --> Body odour (known also as scent of the immortals) is a disgusting condition with an awful, nauseating smell. 92: ¬°¦¹¼vÅTªB¤Í¥æ©¹¯Ô»~±B«Ã¤j¨Æªº¤£¥F¨ä¤H¡C --> It often affects social relationships and can delay life¡¦s major event: marriage. 93: «C¦~¨k¤kÁÙ¹ð¹ð¾D¨ì±q·~°Ñ­xªº­­¨î¡AµL­­µh­W¡A¤£³Ó·Ð´o¡C --> It disadvantages young men and women at job interviews or when they try to enlist, therefore inflicting much suffering and anguish. 94: ¬°±z¥Í¬¡´r§Ö¡A¥¼¨Ó©¯ºÖ¡AÅwªï«e¨ÓªvÀø¡K¡K --> For joy in life and future happiness, we welcome you to come and rid yourself of it . . . 95: ¤§«á¡A§A¨ì¤F¤@®y¥Û¾ô¤W¡A --> After that you come to a stone bridge: 96: ¥Û¾ô¬[¦b¼eÁ諸ªe­±¤W¡A¾ô¤WÁöµM¬O¬fªo¸ô­±¡A --> The bridge spanning the broad river has a bitumen surface 97: ¨âÃä´³»éªº¥Û¬W¤l¤W¨èªºµU¤lÁ٨̵}¥i¿ë¡AªÖ©w«Ü¦³¤@µf¦~¥N¤F¡C --> but the carved monkeys on the worn stone posts testify to its long history. 98: §A­ÊµÛ¤ôªd¥[©T¤Fªº¥ÛÂe§ý¡A­Áµø¥Ñ¥Û¾ô³s±µªº³o®y¿¤«°¡A --> You lean on the concrete railing and survey the township alongside the bridge. 99: ¨â©¤³£¬O¶Â¦âªº¥Ë³»¡AÅ즸Àͤñ¡AÅý¤HÁ`¤]¬Ý¤£ºÉ±æ¤£³z¡C --> On both banks, black rooftops overlapping like fishscales stretch endlessly into the distance. 100: ¨â¤s¤§¶¡¡A¤@±ø®i¶}ªºªe¨¦¡Aª÷¶Àªº½_¥Ð¤W¤èÆ^ªººñ¦âªº¦ËªL¡C --> The valley opens out between two mountains where the upper areas of gold paddy fields are inlaid with clusters of green bamboos. 101: ªe¤ôÂżá¼áªº¡A±y±y½w½w¡A¦bªe§Éªº¨FÅy¶¡¬y²I¡A --> The river is blue and clear as it trickles over the sandy shores, 102: ¨ì¤F¤À¤ôªº«C³Â¥Û¾ô°ò¤U¡AÅܱo¾¥ºñ¦Ó«Õ²`¡A --> but close to the granite pylons dividing the current it becomes inky green and deep. 103: ¤@¹L¾ô«ý¡A«KÅͰ_¤@¤ù¼M¼Mªº¤ôÁn¡A´ø«æªººx´õ¤WÄÆ¥X¥Õ¦âªºªwªj¡C --> Just past the hump of the bridge the rushing water churns loudly and white foam surfaces from whirlpools. 104: ¥Û±ø¬äªºªe³öÁ`¦³¤W¤Q¦Ì°ª¡A¯dµÛ¤@¹D¹D¤ôº{¡A³Ì·sªº¤@¼h¦Ç¶Àªº¦L¤l·í¬O­è¹Lªº®L¤Ñ¬x¤ô¯d¤Uªº²ª¸ñ¡C --> The ten-metre-high stone embankment is stained with water levels ¡V the new greyish-yellow lines were probably left by the recent summer floods. 105: ³o´N¬O¤×¤ô¡H¥¦ªº·½ÀY«h¨Ó¤§ÆF¤s¡H --> Can this be the You River? And does it flow down from Lingshan? 106: ¤Ó¶§´N­n¸¨¤U¥h¤F¡A --> The sun is about to set. 107: ¾í¬õªº¹Î¹Î¦p»\¡A³qÅé¥ú©ú«o¤£¨ë²´¡C --> The bright orange disc is infused with light but there¡¦s no glare. 108: §A²·±æ¨â®Ç¤s¨¦¦¬Ãlªº¦a¤è¡A¼hÅrÅ|Á­¤§³B¡A --> You gaze into the distance at the hazy layers of jagged peaks where the two sides of the valley join . 109: ¦p·Ï¦pÃú¡A¨ºµê¤Ûªº´º¶H¤S¶Â±y±y±o¯u¯u¤Á¤Á¡A±N¨º½ü³q©úªº¹³¦b±ÛÂ઺¤Ó¶§¡A±q¤UºÝÃä½t¤@ÂI¤@ÂI§]­¹¡C --> This ominous black image nibbles at the lower edges of the glowing sun which seems to be revolving. 110: ¸¨¤é´N¶V¥[®ï¬õ¡A¶V¥[¬X©M¡A¨Ã¥B±Nª÷Ã{Ã{ªº­Ë¼v§ë®g¨ì¤@ÆWªe¤ôùØ¡A --> The sun turns a dark red, gentler, and projects brilliant gold reflections onto the entire bend of the river: 111: «ÕÂŪº¤ô¦â¦P°{Ã{ªº¤é¥ú«K³s±µ¤@°_¡A¤@®ðªi°Ê¸õÅD¡C --> the dark blue of the water fusing with the dazzling sunlight throbs and pulsates . 112: §¤¤J¤s¨¦ªº¨º¨ª¬õªº¤@½ü¶Vµo¦w²»¡AºÝ²ø¤¤¤S±aÂI¼a´A¡AÁÙ¦³ÁnÅT¡C --> As the red sphere seats itself in the valley it becomes serene, awesomely beautiful, and there are sounds. 113: §A´NÅ¥¨£¤F¤@ºØÁn­µ¡AÃø¥H®»ºN¡A --> You hear them, elusive, 114: ±ß­·±q§A¦ÕÃäÅT¤F°_¨Ó¡A¤]ÁÙ¦³¾p¹Lªº¨T¨®¡A·Ó¼Ë¤£Â_±È¥X¨ë¦Õªº³â¥zÁn¡C --> An evening wind blows noisily by your ears and cars drive past, as usual sounding their deafening horns. 115: ¹L¤F¾ô¡Aµo²{¾ôÀY¦³¶ô·sÆ^´Oªº¥ÛªO¡A¥Î¬õº£´y¦bµ§¹ºªº¨è¹DùØ¡G --> You cross the bridge and see there a new dedication stone with engraved characters painted in red: 116: ³o¸Ó¬O¶}©l®È¹C·~ªº«H¸¹¡C --> It no doubt marks the beginning of the tourist industry here. 117: ¾ôÀYÂ\µÛ¨â½ë¤p¦YÅu¤l¡C --> Two food stalls stand at the end of the bridge. 118: §A¦b¥ªÃä¦Y¤@¸J¨§»G¸£¡A¨ººØ²Ó¹à¥i¤f§@®Æ»ô¥þ --> In the one on the left you eat a bowl of bean curd, the smooth and tasty kind with all the right ingredients. 119: §A¦b¥kÃä¤S¦Y¤F¨â­Ó±qÄl½£ùز{§¨¥X¨Ó¼ö©I©I­»¼Q¼QªºªÛ³Â½µªo¿N»æ¡A --> In the stall on the right you eat two delicious sesame-coated shallot pancakes, straight off the stove and piping-hot. 120: §AÁÙ¤S¦b¡A¦b­þ¤@Ãä¤w¸g§Ë¤£²M·¡¤F¡A¦Y¤F¤@ÁûÁû¤ñ¬Ã¯]¤j¤£¤F³\¦h²¢´þ´þªº°sÆC¤¸®d¡C --> Then at one of the stalls, you can¡¦t remember which, you eat a bowl of sweet yuanxiao dumplings broiled in rice wine. They are the size of large pearls. 121: §A·íµM¤£¹³´å¦è´òªº°¨¤G¥ý¥Í¨º¼Ë¨±»G¡A --> Of course, you¡¦re not as academic about food as Mr Ma the Second who toured West Lake, 122: «o¤]¦³¤£Ãaªº­G¤f¡C --> but you do have a hefty appetite nevertheless. 123: §A«~¹Á¯ª¥ýªº³o¨Ç¦Y­¹¡AÅ¥¦Y¥D©M¤p³c­Ì·f°S¡A --> You savour this food of your ancestors and listen to customers chatting with the proprietors. 124: ¥L­Ì¤j³£¬O¥»¦aªº¼ô¤H¡A --> They¡¦re mostly locals and all know one another. 125: §A¤]·Q¥Î³o·Å´Úªº¶m­µ¦P¥L­Ì®MÂIªñ¥G¡A¤]·Q¦P¥L­Ì¿Ä¦¨¤@¤ù¡C --> You try using the mellifluous local accent to be friendly, you want to be one of them. 126: §Aªø¤[¥Í¬¡¦b³£¥«¨½¡A --> You¡¦ve lived in the city for a long time and need to feel that you have a hometown. 127: »Ý­n¦³ºØ¬G¶mªº·Pı¡A§A§Æ±æ¦³­Ó¬G¶m¡Aµ¹§AÂI±H°U¡A¦n¦^¨ì«Ä´£®É¥N¡A¾ß¦^º©¥¢¤Fªº°O¾Ð¡C --> You want a hometown so that you¡¦ll be able to return to your childhood to recollect long lost memories. 128: §A²×©ó¦b¾ô³oÃäÁÙ¾QµÛ«C¥ÛªOªº¦Ñµó¤W§ä¨ì¤@®a®È©±¡A --> On this side of the bridge you eventually find an inn on an old cobblestone street. 129: ¼ÓªO³£©ì¬~¹L¤F¡AÁٺⰮ²b¡C --> The wooden floors have been mopped and it¡¦s clean enough. 130: §A­n¤F­Ó¤p³æ¶¡¡AùØ­±©ñ¤F±i¾QªO¡A¾Q¤F¤@±i¦Ë®u¤l¡C --> You are given a small single room which has a plank bed covered with a bamboo mat. 131: ¤@§É¦Ç´Ö½u´à¤l¡A¤£ª¾¬O¬~¤£°®²bÁÙ´N¬O¥¦¥»¦â¡A --> The cotton blanket is a suspicious grey ¡Veither it hasn¡¦t been washed properly or that¡¦s the original colour. 132: §AÀ£¦b¦Ë®u¤l©³¤U¡A¥µ¶}¤Fªo¿°ªºªEÀY¡A¦n¦b¤Ñ¼ö¡A§A¤£¥²¾Q»\¡C --> You throw aside the greasy pillow from under the bamboo mat and luckily it¡¦s hot so you can do without the bedding. 133: §A¦¹¨è»Ý­nªº¬OÀÁ¤UÅܱo¨I­«ªº®È¦æ³U¡A --> What you need right now is to off-load your luggage which has become quite heavy, 134: §A¹j¾À¦b¦[¤T³Ü¥|¡A¦³¤Hª±µP¡AºNµP©M¥ÏµP³£Å¥±o¤@²M¤G·¡¡C --> There¡¦s shouting and yelling next door. They¡¦re gambling and you can hear them picking up and throwing down the cards. 135: ¥u¤@ªO¤§¹j¡A --> A timber partition separates you 136: ±qѶ¯}¤Fªº½kÀð¯ÈÁ_ùØ¡A¥i¥H¬Ý¨£µêµê®Ì®Ì´X­Ó¨ª»Kªºº~¤l¡C --> and, through the holes poked into the paper covering the cracks, you make out the blurred figures of some bare-chested men. 137: §A¤]¨Ã¤£¯h­Â±o´N¯à¤JºÎ¡A --> You¡¦re not so tired that you can drop off to sleep just like that. 138: ºV¤FºVªO¾À¡A¹j¾À«o«¡¤F°_¨Ó¡C --> You tap on the wall and instantly there¡¦s loud shouting next door. 139: ¦³Ä¹®a©M¿é®a¡AÁ`¬O¿éªº¦b¿à±b¡C --> there are always winners and losers and it sounds as though the loser is trying to get out of paying. 140: §A­Ë·Q¬Ý¬Ýªk¥O¦b³oùبs³º°_¤£°_®ÄÀ³¡C§A¬ï¤W¦çªA¡A¨ì¨«´Y¤W¡AºV¤FºV¥b±»ªº©Ðªù¡C --> You decide to see if the law works . You put on some clothes, go down the corridor and knock on the half-closed door. 141: ºV»P¤£ºV³£¤@­Ó¼Ë¡AùØ­±·Ó¼Ë«¢³Ü¡A¨Ã¨S¦³¤Hµª²z¡C --> Your knocking makes no difference, they keep shouting and yelling inside and nobody takes any notice. 142: §A°®¯Ü±Àªù¶i¥h¡A --> So you push open the door and go in. 143: ³ò§¤¦b·í¤¤ªº¤@¶ô¾QªO¤Wªº¥|±øº~¤l³£Âਭ±æ§A¡A --> The four men sitting around the bed in the middle of the room all turn to look at you. 144: ¦YÅ媺¨Ã¤£¬O¥L­Ì¡A«ê«ê¬O§A¦Û¤v¡C --> But it¡¦s you and not they who gets a rude shock. 145: ¥|­Ó¤H¥|±i©Ç¬Û¡AÁy¤W³£¶Kªº¯È±ø¡A¦³¾î¶K¦b¬ÜÀY¤Wªº¡A¤]¦³¶K¦b¼L®B»ó¤l©M­±ÀU¤Wªº¡A --> The men all have bits of paper stuck on their faces, on their foreheads, lips, noses and cheeks, 146: ¬Ý¤W¥h¤S¥i´c¤S¥i¯º¡C --> and they look ugly and ridiculous. 147: ¬O§A¥´ÂZ¤F¥L­Ì¡AÅãµM¦³¨Ç´o«ã¡C --> You¡¦ve butted in and they¡¦re clearly annoyed. 148: ¥L­Ì«KÄ~Äò¥ÏµÛµP¡C --> They go on playing. 149: ³o¬O¤@ºØªøªøªº¯ÈµP¡A¦LµÛ¹³³Â±N¤@¼Ëªº¬õ¶ÂÂI¤l¡A --> The long paper cards have red and black markings like mahjong 150: ÁÙ¦³¤Ñªù©M¦a¨c¡C --> and there¡¦s a Gate of Heaven and a Prison of Hell. 151: ¿éªº¥ÑĹ®a¨Ó»@¡A¼¹¤@¨¤³ø¯È¶K¦b¹ï¤è«ü©wªº³¡¦ì¡C --> The winner penalizes the loser by tearing off a strip of newspaper and sticking it on a designated spot. 152: ³o¯Âºé¬O¤@ºØ´c§@¼@¡A¤@ºØµo¬ª¡A§í©Î¬O¿éŵ²±b®Éªº°O¸¹¡A½ä®a¬ù©w¡A --> Whether this is a prank, a way of letting off steam, or a tally, is something agreed upon by the gamblers 153: ¥~¤HµL±qª¾¾å¡C --> and there is no way for outsiders to know what it¡¦s all about. 154: §A°h¤F¥X¨Ó¡A¦^¨ì©ÐùØ¡A­«·s½ö¤U¡A±æµÛ¤ÑªáªO¤W¹q¿Oªw¥|©P±K±K³Â³Âªº´³ÂI¡A --> You beat a retreat, go back to your room, lie down again, and see a thick mass of black specks around the light globe. 155: §A»°ºò©ñ¤U°A±b¡Aºôù¦b¯¶¤pªº¶êÁè§ÎªºªÅ¶¡ùØ¡A³»¤W¦³¤@­Ó¦Ë½°°µªº°A±b°é¡C --> ou quickly let down the net and are enclosed in a narrow conical space, at the top of which is a bamboo hoop. 156: ¸Ó¨£ÃѪº§A³£¤@¤@»â±Ð¤F¡A --> You¡¦ve learnt through experience everything you need to know. 157: §Ú¬O¦b«CÂðª­ì©M¥|¤t¬Ö¦aªº¹L´ç¦a±a¡AÊTÔû¤sªº¤¤¬qªÊ±Ú¦a°Ï¡A¨£¨ì¤F¹ï¤õªº±R«ô¡A¤HÃþ­ì©lªº¤å©úªº¿ò¦s¡C --> It is in the Qiang region halfway up Qionglai Mountain, in the border areas of the Qinghai-Tibetan highlands and the Sichuan basin, that I witness a vestige of early human civilization ¡V the worship of fire. 158: ¥¦¬O¯«¸tªº¡C --> It is sacred. 159: ¶i¼L¤§«e¡A¥ý­n¥Î¤â«üªg¤Fªg¸Jùتº°s¡A¹ïµÛ¬´¤õ¼u°Ê¤â«ü¡A¨º¬´¤õ«K¼PÐô¼PÐô§@ÅT¡A«_°_ÂŦ⪺¤õ­]¡C --> Before each sip he puts a finger into it and flicks some on the charcoals which splutter noisily and send out blue sparks. 160: §Ú¤]¤~ı±o§Ú¬O¯u¹êªº¡C --> It is only then that I perceive that I too am real. 161: ¡§·q¨_¯«·Ý©O¡A --> ¡§That¡¦s for the God of the Cooking Stove, 162: ¦hÁ«ªº¥L¡A§Ú­Ì¤~¦³±o¦Y³Ü¡A¡¨ --> it¡¦s thanks to him that we can eat and drink ,¡¨ 163: ¸õ°Êªº¤õ¥ú¬M·ÓµÛ¥L«d½Gªº­±ÀU¡A --> The dancing light of the fire shines on his thin cheeks, 164: ¥L»¡¥L¬OªÊ±Ú¤H¡A©³¤U¯Õ¹F¶mªº¤H¡C --> He tells me he is of the Qiang nationality and that he¡¦s from Gengda village down the mountain. 165: ¥u¬O»¡§Ú¨ÓÁA¸Ñ³o¤sùتº¥Áºq¡C --> so I tell him I¡¦m here to do some research on the folk songs of the mountain. 166: ³o¤sùØÁÙ¦³¨S¦³¸õºq²øªº¡H --> Do traditional song masters and dancers still exist here? 167: ¥L»¡¥L´N·|¸õ¡A --> He says he¡¦s one of them. 168: §Ú©úª¾¬G°Ý¡A --> I know quite well but I ask . 169: »¡¬Oºqµü¤£°·±d¡A --> They said the songs were dirty 170: §Ú¬G·NÁÙ°Ý¡A --> I persist in asking. 171: ¡§«á¨Ó´N¨S¤H°Û¤F¡C --> No-one sings those anymore. 172: §Ú½Ð¥L°µ­Ó¥Ü½d¡A --> I ask him for a demonstration. 173: ¥L²@¤£¿ðºÃ¡A¥ß¨è¯¸°_¨Ó¡A«e¤@¸}«á¤@¸}½ñµÛ¨B¤l°Û¤F°_¨Ó¡C --> Without any hesitation, he instantly gets to his feet and proceeds to dance and sing. 174: ¥LÁn­µ§C¨I¦Ó´ý«p¡A --> His voice is low and rich, 175: §Ú½T«H¥L¬OªÊ±Ú¤H¡A¥i³oùغޤá¤fªº¥Áĵ´NÃhºÃ¡A --> I¡¦m sure he¡¦s Qiang even if the police in charge of the population register insist that he isn¡¦t . 176: »{¬°¥Ó³ø¬°ÂñکΪʱڪº³£¬O¬°¤F°kÁ×­p¹º¥Í¨|¡A\ --> They think anyone claiming to be Tibetan or Qiang is trying to evade birth restrictions 177: ¥L°Û¤F¤@¬q¤S¤@¬q¡C --> He sings song after song. 178: ¥L»¡¥L¬O­Ó¦nª±ªº¤H¡A --> He says he¡¦s a fun-loving person, 179: ³o§Ú¤]«H¡C --> and I believe him. 180: ¤@­Ó¤sùئn¼ö¾xªº¦ÑÀY¤l¡A¥i±¤¹L¤F­·¬yªº¦~¬ö¡C --> an old mountain man who likes good fun, though unfortunately is past the age for romance. 181: ¯à©À¦n¦h©G»y¡A¬OÂy¤H¶i¤s®É¨Ïªºªk³N¡A --> He also knows incantations, the kind hunters employ when they go into the mountains. 182: ¥s¶Â¤sªk¡A©Î¬O¥s¨¸³N¡C¥L¨Ã¤£¦^ÁסA --> They are called mountain blackmagic or hexes and he has no qualms about using them. 183: ¥L½T«H³oºØ©G»y¯à§â³¥Ã~»°¶i³]¤Uªº³´¨À¡A©Î¬OÅý¥¦½ñ¤W¦wªº®M¤l¡C --> He really believes they can drive wild animals into pits or get them to step into snares. 184: ³o¨Ï¨¸³Nªº¤S¤£¥ú¬O¤H¹ï³¥Ã~¡A --> They aren¡¦t used only on animals, 185: ¤H»P¤H¤§¶¡¤]¥Î¨Ó³ø´_¡C --> they¡¦re also used against other human beings for revenge. 186: ³o´N¹³§Ú¤p®É­ÔÅ¥»¡¹Lªº°­¥´Àð¡A --> They are like the ¡§demon walls¡¨ I heard about as a child: 187: ¤H¦b¤sùب«©]¸ô¡A¨«µÛ¨«µÛ¡A²´­±«e·|¥X²{¤@¹DÀð¡A¤@®y®k¾À¡A©Î¬O¤@±ø²`²`ªºªe¡A --> when a person has been traveling for some time at night in the mountains, a wall, a cliff or a deep river appears right in front of him, 188: ¯}¤£¤F³oªk¡A¸}´N¬OÁÚ¤£¥X³o¤@¨B¡A --> If the spell isn¡¦t broken the person¡¦s feet don¡¦t move forward 189: ´N¤£Â_¨«¦^ÀY¸ô¡C --> and even if he keeps walking, he stays exactly where he started off. 190: ©ó¬O¡A¨ì¤Ñ«G¤~µo²{¤£¹L¦b­ì¦aÂà°é¡C --> Only at daybreak does he discover that he has been going around in circles. 191: ³oÁÙºâ¦nªº¡A --> That¡¦s not so bad, 192: §óÁVªºÁÙ¯à§â¤H¤Þ¦Vµ´¹Ò¡A --> the worst is when a person is led into a blind alley ¡V 193: ¨º´N¬O¦º¤`¡C --> that means death. 194: ¥L©ÀµÛ¤@¦ê¤S¤@¦ê©G»y¡A --> He intones strings of incantations. 195: ¤£¹³¥L°Ûºq®É¨º¼Ë±y½w±q®e¡A --> It¡¦s not slow and relaxed like when he is singing , 196: ³oºØÅ]©Ç´ËµMªº®ð®§´NÀ±º©¦b³Q·Ï¤lâÀ±o¯Q¶Âªº«Î¤lùØ¡C --> and a demonic, powerful atmosphere instantly permeates the room, the inside of which is black from smoke. 197: ¤õ¦ÞÖßµÛ¿L¦Ï¦×ªºÅKÁç¡A±N¥L¨ºÂù²´·ú¬M±o¤@°{¤@°{¡A --> The glow of the flames licking the iron pot of mutton stew makes his eyes glint. 198: ³o³£¯u¯u¤Á¤Á¡C --> This is all starkly real. 199: §A§ä´M¥hÆF¤sªº¸ôªº¦P®É¡A§Ú¥¿ªuªø¦¿º©¹C¡A´N§ä´M³oºØ¯u¹ê¡C --> While you search for the route to Lingshan, I wander along the Yangtze River looking for this sort of reality. 200: ¥Í©R¤§©ó§Ú­«¤SÅܱo³o¼Ë·sÂA¡C --> Life for me once again has a wonderful freshness. 201: ¦Ó¥Í¬¡ªº¯u¹ê«h¤£µ¥©ó¥Í¬¡ªºªí¹³¡A --> Life is not the same as manifestations of life. 202: §Ú¤£ª¾¹D§Ú¦¹¨è¬O§_¨«¤W¤F¥¿¹D¡A --> I don¡¦t know whether I¡¦m now on the right track 203: §Ú¬Û«H¬ì¾Ç¡A --> I believe in science 204: ¤]¬Û«H©R¹B¡C --> but I also believe in fate. 205: §Ú°Ý³o¦ì°h¥ð¶mªø¡A²{¦bÁÙ¦³¨S¦³³oºØ«OÅ@¯«¡A --> I ask the Qiang retired village head whether such talismans are still around. 206: ¥L»¡³o¥s°µ¡§¦Ñ®Ú¡¨¡C --> He tells me these are called ¡§old root¡¨. 207: ³o¤ì°¸±o¦P·s¥Í¨à¦@¥Í¦º¡A --> This wooden idol has to accompany the newborn from birth to death. 208: ¤H¦º«á¡A¤]¦P«ÍÅé¤@°_°e¥X®aªù¡A --> At death it accompanies the corpse from the house 209: ¦º¤H®I¸®¤F¡A¥¦«KÀÁ¦b¤s³¥ùØ¡AÅýÆF»î¤]¦^Âk¦ÛµM¡C --> and after the burial it is placed in the wilderness to allow the spirit to return to nature. 210: §Ú°Ý¥L¯à¤£¯à´À§Ú§ä¨ì¤@¥ó¡A --> I ask him if he can get me one 211: »¡³o¬OÂy¤H¤W¤s´¢¦bÃhùع@¨¸ªº¡A --> and says these are what hunters tuck into their shirts to ward off evil spirits, 212: ¡§¯à¤£¯à§ä¨ì¤@¦ìÀ´±o³oºØ¨¸³Nªº¦ÑÂy¤H¡A¸ò¥L¤@°_¥h¥´Ây¡H¡¨ --> ¡§Is there an old hunter who knows about this sort of magic and can take me hunting with him?¡¨ 213: ¥L·Q¤F·Q¡A»¡¡C --> he says after thinking about it. 214: §Ú¥ß¨è°Ý¡C --> I ask right away. 215: ¡§¥L¦b¥Û¦Ñ·Ý«Î¡C¡¨ --> ¡§He¡¦s in Grandpa Stone¡¦s Hut.¡¨ 216: ¡§³o¥Û¦Ñ·Ý«Î¦b­þ¨½¡H¡¨ --> ¡§Where¡¦s this Grandpa Stone¡¦s Hut?¡¨ 217: ¡§³o¬O­Ó¦a¦W¡A --> ¡§Is that the name of the place 218: ÁÙ´N¬O¥L¥Û¦Ñ·Ýªº«Î¡H¡¨ --> or do you mean the hut of Grandpa Stone?¡¨ 219: ¥L»¡¬O­Ó¦a¦W¡A --> He says it¡¦s the name of the place, 220: ¤]¯u¦³¤@¶¡¥Û«Î¡A --> that there¡¦s in fact a stone hut, 221: ¥Û¦Ñ·Ý´N¦í¦bùØ­±¡C --> and that Grandpa Stone lives there. 222: ¡§¤w¸g¦º°Õ¡C --> He¡¦s dead. 223: ¤]¦³»¡¤@¦Ê¦n´X¤Q¡A --> some even say well over a hundred. 224: Á`Âk¡A¨S¦³¤H»¡±o²M¥Lªº·³¼Æ¡C --> ¡¨In any case, nobody¡¦s sure about his age.¡¨ 225: ¡§¨º¥L«á¤HÁÙ¦b¶Ü¡H¡¨§Ú¤Ö¤£±o¤S°Ý¡C --> ¡§Are any of his descendants still alive?¡¨ 226: §Ú°Ý¥L³o¸Ü¤°»ò·N«ä¡C --> I ask him what he¡¦s trying to tell me 227: ¥L»¡³o¬O¤@­Ó¦nÂy¤â¡A --> He says Grandpa Stone was a great hunter, 228: ²{¤µ¬O§ä¤£¨ì³o¼ËªºÂy¤â¤F¡C --> There are no hunters like that these days. 229: ¤H³£ª¾¹D¥L«ÎùØÁÙ±¾µÛ¥L¨º§ýºj¡A --> Everyone knows that his rifle is hanging in the hut, 230: ¦Êµo¦Ê¤¤¡A --> that it never misses its target, 231: ´N¬O¨S¦³¤H´±¥h¨ú¡C --> but nobody dares to go and take it. 232: ¡¨§Ú§ó¤£©ú¥Õ¤F¡C --> I¡¦m even more puzzled 233: ¡§¦A¤]¶i¤£¥h¤F¡H¡¨ --> ¡§There¡¦s no way through?¡¨ 234: §Ú¶Vµo·Q¥´Å¥­Ó¨s³º¡C --> I become even more intrigued. 235: Á`Âk¤£¦n¶i¥h¡C¡¨ --> anyway it¡¦s hard to get there.¡¨ 236: ¥L¤£·Q»â§Ú¶i¥h¡A --> He doesn¡¦t want to take me there, 237: ¤£·Q¤¶²Ð­ÓÂy¤H¤~³o¼Ë°ä§Ë§Ú¡A --> nor does he want to find a hunter for me, so that¡¦s why he¡¦s leading me on like this, 238: ¡§¨º«ç»òª¾¹DºjÁÙ±¾¦bÀð¤W¡H¡¨ --> ¡§Then how do you know the rifle¡¦s still hanging on the wall?¡¨ 239: ¡§³£³o»ò»¡¡A --> That¡¦s what everyone says , 240: ³£»¡³o¥Û¦Ñ·Ý¤]¯u©Ç¡A --> They all say that Grandpa Stone is incredible, 241: «Í­º³£¤£Äê¤]¨S¦³³¥ª«´±¸I¥¦¡A --> his corpse hasn¡¦t rotted and wild animals don¡¦t dare to go near. 242: ª½®¼®¼½ö¦b¾Q¤W¡A°®½G°®½Gªº¡A --> He just lies there all stiff and emaciated, 243: ¡§¤£¾å±o¡A --> ¡§I don¡¦t know. 244: ¥L¤£¥H¬°µM¡A·Ó¼ËÁ¿¥Lªº¡C --> He refuses to give in and sticks to his story. 245: ¤õ¥ú¦b¥L²´·úùظõ°Ê¡A --> The light of the fire dances in his eyes 246: ³z¥X¤@¼h¬¾·â¡A§Ú¥H¬°¡C --> and I seem to detect a cunning streak in them. 247: ¡§¦³¤H¨£¹LªºÁ¿¡A¥L´N¹³ºÎµÛ¤F¤@¼Ë¡A°®½G°®½Gªº¡AÀY«eÀð¤W´N±¾µÛªº¥L¨º§ýºj¡A¡¨ --> ¡§People who have seen him say that he seems to be asleep, that he¡¦s emaciated , and that the rifle is hanging there on the wall above his head,¡¨ 248: ¤£­n»¡¨S¦³¤H´±¥h°½¥L¨ºªMºj¡A --> It¡¦s not just that people don¡¦t dare go there to steal his rifle, 249: ³¥ª«³£¤£´±ªgÃä¡C¡¨ --> even animals don¡¦t dare to go near.¡¨ 250: ³oÂy¤â¤w¸g³Q¯«¤Æ¤F¡C --> The hunter is already myth. 251: ¾ú¥v¦P¶Ç»¡²V¬°¤@½Í¡A¤@½g¥Á¶¡¬G¨Æ´N³o¼Ë½Ï¥Íªº¡C --> To talk about a mixture of history and legend is how folk stories are born. 252: ¯u¹ê¥u¦s¦b©ó¸gÅ礧¤¤¡A --> Reality exists only through experience, 253: µM¦Ó¡A¨º©È¬O¦Û¨­ªº¸gÅç¡A¤@¸gÂà­z¡A¨ÌµM¦¨¤F¬G¨Æ¡C --> However, once related , even personal experience becomes a narrative. 254: ¯u¹ê¬OµLªk½×ÃÒªº¡A¤]¤ð¶·¥h½×ÃÒ¡A --> Reality can¡¦t be verified and doesn¡¦t need to be, 255: ­nºòªº¬O¥Í¬¡¡C --> What is important is life. 256: ¯u¹êªº¥u¬O§Ú§¤¦b³o¤õ¶íÃä¤W¡A¦b³o³Qªo·ÏâÀ±o¯Q¶Âªº«Î¤lùØ¡A --> Reality is simply that I am sitting by the fire in this room which is black with grime and smoke 257: ¬Ý¨ìªº¥L²´·úùظõ°Êªº¤õ¥ú¡A --> and that I see the light of the fire dancing in his eyes. 258: ¯u¹êªº¥u¬O§Ú¦Û¤v¡A --> Reality is myself, 259: ¯u¹êªº¥u¬O³oÀþ¶¡ªº·P¨ü¡A --> reality is only the perception of this instant 260: ¨ºªù¥~¶³ÃúÅ¢¸n¤U¡A«C¤sÁô¬ù¡A --> All that needs to be said is that outside, a mist is enclosing the green-blue mountain in a haze 261: §A©ó¬O¨Ó¨ì¤F³o¯Q¥ìÂí¡A¤@±ø¾QµÛ«C¥ÛªOªºªøªøªº¤pµó¡A --> So you arrive in Wuyizhen, on a long and narrow street inlaid with black cobblestones, 262: §A´N¨«¦b¦LµÛ¤@¹D²`²`ªº¿W½ü¨®Â᪺¥ÛªO¸ô¤W¡A¤@¤U¤l«K¨«¶i¤F§Aªºµ£¦~¡A --> and walking along this cobblestone street with its deep single-wheel rut, you suddenly enter your childhood, 263: §Aµ£¦~¦ü¥G«Ý¹Lªº¦P¼Ë¥jªº¤s¶m¤pÂí¡C --> you seem to have spent your childhood in an old mountain town like this. 264: ¥N´À¨º©Ù¤W¨§ªoªº´Ç¤ì¶bªº§s§rÁn¬Oº¡µóª½ÅTªº¦Û¦æ¨®¹aÁn¡C --> and instead of the creak of jujube axles greased with bean oil, the streets are filled with the din of bicycle bell. 265: ³oùØÃM¦Û¦æ¨®±o¦³­AÂø§Þªº¥»¨Æ¡A --> Cyclists here need the skills of an acrobat. 266: ¨®®y¤W±¾µÛ¨I¨l¨lªº³Â³U¡A¦b©¹¨Óªº¦æ¤H¡A¬Dªº¾á¤l¡A©ÔªºªO¨®©M«Îò¤UªºÅu³c¶¡·n®Ì¬ï¦æ¡A¤Ö¤£¤F·S¨Ó¥s½|¡A --> With heavy hessian bags slung across the saddle, they cause loud swearing as they weave through people with carrying poles or pulling wooden carts and the hawkers under the awnings. 267: ¦Ó¥s½|¦b³o¤@¤ù¥s½æ°Q»ù½Õ¯ºÁn¤¤­Ë¤]Åã±o¥Í¾÷«k«k¡C --> It is loud, colourful swearing which mingles with the general din of the hawkers¡¦ calls, bargaining, joking and laughing. 268: §A§lµÛÂæµæ¡A½Þ¤U¤ô¡A¥Í¥Ö¤l¡AªQªo®ã¡A½_¯ó©M¥Û¦Ç²VÂøªº®ð®§¡A¨âÃ䪺¤p¾Q­±«n³f¡A --> You breathe in the smell of soya sauce pickles, boiled pork, raw hide, pine wood, dried rice stalks and lime as your eyes busily take in the narrow shopfronts lining the street with products of the South. 269: Âæ¶é¡Aªo§{¡A¦Ì©±¡A¤¤¦èÃľQ¡Aº÷¥¬²ø¡A¾cÅu¡A¯ùÀ]¡A¦×®×¡AµôÁ_©±¡A¶}¤ôÄl¤l¡A¯ó÷²¡¾¹¡A­»Àë¯È¿úªºÂø³f¾Q¤l¡A --> There are soya bean shops, oil shops, rice shops, Chinese and Western medicine shops, silk and cotton shops, shoe shops, tea shops, butcher stalls, tailor shops, and shops selling stoves, rope, pottery, incense, candles and paper money. 270: Åý§A¥Ø¤£·vÅU¡A¤@®aºò®Á¤@®a¡A±q«e²M¥H¨Ó´N¥¼´¿¦³¹L¦h¤jÅܤơC --> The shops, squashed up one against the other, are virtually unchanged from Qing Dynasty times. 271: Á`ºVµÛ·ÎÁç¶Kªº¥­©³Á窺¦Ñ¥¿¿³¤]«ì´_¤F³Q¯{¤Fªº¦r«¬¤j¤p¡A --> The smashed signboard of the Ever Prosperous Restaurant has been repaired and one of the flat-bottomed pans used for frying its speciality guotie dumplings is beaten like a gong to announce it is back in business. 272: ³Ì®ð¬£ªº·íµMÁټưêÀ窺¦Ê³f¤½¥q¡A·s½»\ªº¤T¼h¤ôªd¼Ó©Ð¡A --> The most imposing structure is the state-run department store, a newly renovated three-storey concrete building. 273: ¤@­±¬Á¼þÃoµ¡´N³»±o¤W¤@®a¦Ñªº¾Q­±¡A¥u¬OÃoµ¡ùتº¦Ç¹ÐÁ`¤]¤£¨£¥´±½¡C --> A single display window is the size of one of the old shops but the insides of the glass windows look as if they have never been cleaned. 274: ¤ñ¸ûÅã²´ªº¦A´N¬O·Ó¬ÛÀ]¤F¡A±¾º¡¤F·k­º§Ë«º©ÎÀ¸¸Ë¥´§êªº©h®Q¡A --> The photographer¡¦s shop is eye-catching: photos of women in coquettish poses and wearing awful dresses are on display. 275: ³£¬O·í¦a¦³¦W¦³©mªº¬ü¤k¡A¤£¹³¹q¼v©Û¶Kµe¤Wªº¨º¨Ç©ú¬P»·¦b¤ÑÃä¡C --> They are all local beauties and not movie poster film stars from some place at the other end of the earth. 276: ³o¦a¤èÁÙ¯u¥X¬ü¤H¡A¤@­Ó­Ó¦pªá¦ü¥É¡A --> This place really produces goodlooking women, every one of them is stunning. 277: ¦«µÛ­»¸|¡A°µµÛ¬Ü²´¡A --> They have their beautiful cheeks cupped in their hands and their eyes have alluring looks. 278: ³£¸g¹LÄá¼v®vºë¤ßÂ\§G¡A¥u¬OµÛªºÃC¦â¬õªº¹L¬õ¡Aºñªº¤Óºñ¡C --> They¡¦ve been carefully coached by the photographer but they are garishly dressed. 279: ±m¦âÂX¦L·íµM¤]¦³¤F¡A¶KµÛ§i¥Ü¡A¤G¤Q¤Ñ¨ú¹³¡A --> Enlargements and colour prints are available and there¡¦s a sign saying photos can be collected in twenty days, 280: ÅãµM¤Ö»¡¤]±o®³¨ì¿¤«°ùØ¥h¨R¬~¡C --> apparently they have to be developed in the city. 281: »°ºò¨«¶}¡A§K±o¤H¥H¬°§A¬Û¤¤¤F­þ¦ì¡AµLºÝªº·Q¤J«D«D¡C --> and quickly move off in case people imagine you¡¦ve taken a fancy to one of the women and start getting the wrong idea. 282: §AÁÙ´N¦³¨º»ò¦h¹I·Q¡A --> And yet it is you who are carried away by your imagination. 283: ±æµÛ©±­±¤Wªº¨º¨Ç»Õ¼Ó¡A±¾µÛµ¡Ã®¡AÂ\µÛ¬Ö´º©Îªá¡A --> As you look up at the balconies above the shops with their curtained windows and pots of miniature trees and flowers, 284: ¤£¥Ñ±o·Qª¾¹D³oùتº¤H¹Lªº¤°»ò¼Ëªº¥Í¬¡¡H --> you can¡¦t help wondering about the people who live here. 285: ¦³¤@¼lªù¤W±¾µÛÅKÂꪺ¦M¼Ó¡A --> There¡¦s a big apartment with an iron padlock on the door ¡V 286: ¦´¤FªºÀJªáªºÝÜÀY©MÄæ§ý³£»¡©ú·í¦~ªº®ð¬£¡A --> but the carved eaves and railings which have fallen into disrepair indicate how imposing the place was at one time. 287: ³o©Ð¥D©M¥L«á¥Nªº©R¹B´N­@¤H´M«ä¡C --> The fates of its owners and their descendants fill you with curiosity. 288: ®ÇÃ䪺¤@®a©±­±ùØ«h½æªº´ä¦¡¦ç­m©M¤û¥J¿Ç¡A --> The shop at the side sells Hong Kong style dresses and jeans, 289: ÁÙ¦QµÛªø²Îµ·Äû¡A¶KµÛ¥~°ê¤k¤HÅS¥X¤j»Lªº°Ó¼Ð¡C --> and the stockings on show have a Western woman showing off her legs on the packaging. 290: ªù«e¤S±¾¤F¶ô©ú®Ì®Ìªºª÷¦r©ÛµP¡A¡§·s·s§Þ³N¶}µo¤½¥q¡¨¡A --> At the front door there¡¦s a gold-plated sign, ¡§Ever New Technical Development Company¡¨, 291: ¤]¤£ª¾¶}µoªº¬O­þªù§Þ³N¡C --> but it¡¦s not clear what sort of technical development it is . 292: ¦A©¹«e¡A¦³¤@®a°ïº¡¥Í¥Û¦Çªº¾Q­±¡A --> Further on is a shop with heaps of unprocessed lime, 293: «e­±¤j·§¬O¤@®a¦Ì¯»¼t¡A¤@¶ôªÅ³õ¤l¤W°vµÛ¼Î¤l¡A©ÔµÛÅKµ·¡A±¾º¡¤F¦Ì¯»¡C --> and further on still is probably a miller¡¦s and next to that a vacant allotment where rice noodles are drying on wires strung between posts 294: §A§é¦^ÀY¡A±q¯ù¤ôÄl¤lÃä¤Wªº¤@±ø¤p«Ñ¶i¥h¡A --> You turn back and go into a small lane next to the hot water urn of the tea stall, 295: ©ä¤F¤@­ÓÅs¤§«á¡A«K¤S°g¥¢¦b¦^¾ÐùØ¡C --> then turning a corner you are again lost in memories. 296: ¤@®°¥b±»µÛªºªùùؤ@­Ó¼éÀ㪺¤Ñ¤«¡C¤@­Ó¯î¿¾ªº®x°|¡AªÅ±IµL¤H¡AÀ𨤰ïµÛ¥ËÄt¡C --> Within a half-closed door is a damp courtyard, overgrown with weeds, desolate and lonely, with piles of rubble in the corners. 297: §A°O±o§A¤p®É­Ô§A®aÃä¤W¨º­Ó³òÀð­Ë¶òªº«á°|Åý§A¬ÈÄßÁÙ¤SÂQ©¹¡A¬G¨ÆùØÁ¿ªºª°¥P§Aı±o´N±q¨ºùبӪº¡C --> You recall the back courtyard with the crumbling wall of your childhood home. You were afraid but it had a fascination for you, for the fox fairies of story books came from there. 298: ¨ºùئ³­ÓÂ_µõªº¥Û¹¹¡A --> There is an old stone bench riddled with cracks 299: ¤@¤f¤]³\°®¬\¤Fªº¤«¡C --> and a well which is probably dry. 300: ²`¬î®É¤À¡A­·§jµÛ®Ü¶Àªº¥Ë·«¯ó¡A¶§¥ú¤Q¤À©ú®Ô¡C --> The mid-autumn wind blows through the dry yellow weeds in the rubble and the sun is very bright. 301: ³o¨Ç°|ªùºò³¬ªº¤H®a³£¦³¥L­Ìªº¾ú¥v¡A³o¤@¤Á³£¹³³¯Âªº¨Æ¬G¡C --> These homes with their courtyard doors shut tight all have their histories which are all like ancient stories. 302: ÃM°¨¿N­»¡A --> I ride out to burn incense 303: «Î³»¤Wªº¥Ë·«¯ó¡A°®¬\ªº©M·s¥Íªº¡A²Ó¥Õªº©M½µºñªº¡A¦b­·¤¤³£»´·L§Ý°Ê¡A --> Pale withered weeds and lush green new sprouts in the roof-tiles quiver in the wind. 304: ¦³¦h¤Ö¦~¨S¨£¹L¥Ë·«¯ó¤F¡H --> How long is it since you¡¦ve seen grass growing in roof-tiles? 305: §A¨ª¸}¦b¦LµÛ²`²`ªº¿W½ü¨®Â᪺«C¥ÛªO¤W»÷»÷¥z¥z©ç¥´µÛ¡A --> Your bare feet patter on the black cobblestone street with its deep single-wheel rut, 306: ¨º¤@Âù¥ú¸}ªO¡A¦¾¶Âªº¥ú¸}ªO¡A´N¦b§A­±«e©ç¥´¡A --> The bare feet, the dirty black feet, patter right there in front of your eyes. 307: §A©ç¥´¹L¨S©ç¥´¹L¥ú¸}ªO³o¨Ã¤£­«­n¡A --> It doesn¡¦t matter if you¡¦ve never run barefoot, 308: §A»Ý­nªº¬O³oºØ¤ß¶H¡C --> what is crucial is this image in your mind. 309: §A¦b³o¨Ç¤p«Ñ¤lùØÁ`ºâ¶¥X¨Ó¤F¡A --> After a while you find your way out of the little lanes 310: ¨ì¤F¤½¸ô¤W¡A --> and make it back on the highway. 311: ±q¿¤«°¨Óªº¯Z¨®´N¦b³oùر¼ÀY¡A·í§Y¦A¦^Âà¥h¡C --> This is where the bus from the county town turns around to go back. 312: ¸ôÃä¤W¬O¨T¨®¯¸¡AùØ­±¦³¤@­Ó¶R²¼ªºµøµ¡©M´X±øªø¹¹¡A --> There¡¦s a bus station by the road with a ticket window and some benches inside, 313: §A­è¤~´N¦b³oùؤUªº¨®¡C --> this is where you got off the bus earlier on. 314: ±×¹ï­±¦³¤@®a®È©±¤@½ë¥­©Ð¡A --> Diagonally across the road is an inn ¡V a row of single-storey rooms ¡V 315: ¿jÀð¤W¨êªº¥Û¦Ç¡A¤W­±¼gµÛ¡§¤º¦³¶®«Ç¡¨¡A --> and the whitewashed brick wall has a sign ¡§Good Rooms Within¡¨. 316: ¬Ý¤W¥h­Ë¤]°®²b¡A§A¦n¤ï¤]±o§ä¦a¤è¦í¤U¡A --> It looks clean and you have to find somewhere to stay, 317: «K¨«¤F¶i¥h¡C --> so you go in. 318: ¤@¦ì¤W¤F¦~¬öªº¤kªA°È­û¦b±½¨«´Y¡A§A°Ý¦o¦³©Ð¶¡¶Ü¡H --> An old attendant is sweeping the corridor and you ask her if there¡¦s a room. 319: ¦o¥u»¡¦³¡C --> She says yes. 320: §A°Ý¦o³oÂ÷ÆF¤sÁÙ¦³¦h»·¡H --> You ask her how much further is it to Lingshan. 321: ¦o¥Õ¤F§A¤@²´¡A --> She gives you a cold look, 322: ³o´N¬O»¡¬O¤½®a¶}ªº®È©±¡A --> this is a state-run inn, 323: ¦o«ö¤ë®³ªº¬O°ê®aªº¤u¸ê¡A¨S¦³¦h¾lªº¸Ü¡C --> she¡¦s on a monthly state award wage and isn¡¦t generous with words. 324: ¦o¥Î±½©ªªº§â¤â«ü¤F«ü¶}µÛªº©Ðªù¡C --> she says pointing with the broom handle to a room with the door open. 325: §A©ðµÛ®È¦æ¥]¶i¥h¡AùØ­±¦³¨â­Ó¾Q¦ì¡C --> You take your luggage in and notice there are two beds. 326: ¤@±i§É¤W¶»L½öµÛ­Ó¤H¡A©ê¤F¥»¡m­¸ª°¥~¶Ç¡n¡A --> On one there¡¦s someone lying on his back, one leg crossed over the other, with a copy of Unofficial Record of the Flying Fox in his hands. 327: ®Ñ¦W¼g¦b¥]µÛ«Ê­±ªº¤û¥Ö¯È¤W¡AÅãµM¬O®ÑÅu¤W¯²¨Óªº¡C --> The title is written on the brown paper cover of the book, apparently on loan from a bookstall. 328: §A¦P¥L¥´­Ó©Û©I¡A¥L¤]©ñ¤U®Ñ¨R§AÂIÀY¡C --> You greet him and he puts down the book to give a friendly nod. 329: ¡§©â®Ú·Ï¡C¡¨¥L¥Ï®Ú·Ïµ¹§A¡C --> ¡§Have a cigarette.¡¨ He tosses you a cigarette. 330: ¡§¦hÁ¡A¡¨§A¦b¥L¹ï­±ªºªÅ§É¤W§¤¤U¡C --> ¡§Thanks.¡¨ You sit on the empty bed opposite. 331: ¥L¤]¥¿»Ý­n¦³­Ó¤H½Í½Í¡C --> It happens that he wants to chat. 332: ¥L§¤°_¨Ó¡Aµ¹¦Û¤vÂI¤W¤@¤ä·Ï¡C --> He sits up and lights himself a cigarette 333: ¡§§Ë¤ì§÷¡C¡¨ --> ¡§I¡¦m here for timber.¡¨ 334: ¡§³oùؤì§÷¦n§Ë¶Ü¡H¡¨ --> ¡§Is it easy getting timber here?¡¨ 335: ¥L¤Ï°Ý§A¡Aº¡¦³¿³½ì¡C --> he asks instead, starting to become interested. 336: ¡§¨º¤£¦n¿ì¡C¡¨ --> ¡§Then it¡¦s not easy to get.¡¨ 337: ¥L­«¤S½ö¤U¡C --> He lies down again. 338: ¡§³oªL°Ï¤ì§÷¤]µu¯Ê¡H¡¨ --> ¡§Is there a timber shortage even in this forest region?¡¨ 339: ¡§¤ìÀY­Ë¬O¦³¡A --> ¡§There¡¦s timber around 340: »ù®æ¤£¤@¼Ë¡C¡¨ --> but prices are different.¡¨ 341: ¬Ý¥X§A¬O­Ó¦Ñ¥~¡C --> he can tell you¡¦re not in the game. 342: ¡§±â¡A¡¨¥Lº©ÁnÀ³µª¤F¤@¤U¡A«K§Û°_®Ñ¬Ý¡C --> ¡§Yes,¡¨ he responds indifferently, taking up his book again to read. 343: ¡§§A­Ì¶]±ÄÁʪº¨£¦hÃѼs§r¡A¡¨ --> ¡§You stock buyers really get to know about a lot of things.¡¨ 344: §AÁÙ±o©^©Ó¥L¨â¥y¡A¦n¦V¥L¥´Å¥¡C --> You have to flatter him so that you can ask him some questions 345: ¥LÁ¾µê¤F¡C --> He becomes modest. 346: ¡§³oÆF¤s«ç»ò¥hªk¡H¡¨ --> ¡§The place Lingshan, do you know how to get there?¡¨ 347: ¡§ªeÃä¤W¦³­Ó²D«F¡A --> ¡§There¡¦s a pavilion by the river. 348: §A´H·y¹D¡C --> you say for want of something to say. 349: §A¯d¤U®È¦æ³U¡A§äªA°È­ûµn¤F­Ó°O¡A«K¥X¤F®È©±¡C --> You leave your bags, find the attendant to register and set off. 350: ¤½¸ôªººÉÀY¬OªeÃ䪺´ç¤f¡C --> The wharf is at the end of the highway. 351: ¥Û±ø¬äªº»O¶¥°~ª½¤U¥h¡A --> The steps, made of long slabs of rock, go down steeply 352: ªe­±¨Ã¤£¼e¦ýªe§É¶}Áï¡A --> The river isn¡¦t wide but the riverbed is , 353: ÅãµMÁÙ¤£¨ìº¦¤ô©u¸`¡C --> clearly it¡¦s not the rainy season. 354: ¹ï­±ªeÅyÃä¤W¦³¤@°¦´ç²î¡A --> There is a boat on the opposite bank 355: ½XÀY¤W¤è¡A³ö©¤¤W¡AÁÙ¯u¦³­Ó­¸Ã²¸õ¨¤ªº²D«F¡C --> Up from the wharf, on the embankment, there is a pavilion with upturned eaves and curling corners. 356: ¥L­Ì¤jÁnµÁ¾¸¡A²Ê²ÊÅ¥¥h¡A»á¹³§º¤H¸Ü¥»¤¤ªº»y¨¥¡C --> They are talking loudly and it sounds like the language used in the short stories of the Song Dynasty. 357: ¥¿­±¨â®Ú¬W¤l¤W¤@°Æ¹ïÁp¡G --> and the two principal columns at the front are inscribed with the couplet: 358: §A¦AÂà¨ì­I­±¡A¬Ý¨º¨â®Ú¬W¤l¡A --> You go around to look at the two columns at the back 359: ³ºµM¼g¹D¡G --> These words are written there: 360: §A¥ß¨è¦³¤F¿³­P¡C --> You¡¦re intrigued. 361: ´ç²î¤j·§¬O¹L¨Ó¤F¡A --> The boat is probably about to arrive 362: ¥u¦³¤@¦ì¦Ñ¤HÁÙ§¤¦b²D«FùØ¡C --> Only an old man is left sitting in the pavilion. 363: ¦ÑªÌªÈ¥¿¹D¡C --> the old man corrects me. 364: §A°Ý±o§ó¥[®¥·q¡C¡§ --> you say with added reverence. 365: ¥L±i¶}¤f¡AÅS¥X´XÁûµ}²¨ªº¶Â¤ú¡A¤@ªO¤@²´¡A«r¦r¤À©ú¡C --> His mouth opens wide, revealing sparse black teeth, as he enunciates each of the words with great precision. 366: ¡§¨SÅ¥»¡¹L¡A¡¨ --> ¡§I don¡¦t know of him.¡¨ 367: ¡§³o¦ì¥ý¥Í¦b­þ­Ó¤j¾ÇùØ¥ô±Ð¡H¡¨ --> ¡§At which university does this gentleman teach?¡¨ 368: ¦Ñ¤H¤£³Ó»À¦i¡C --> The old man is contemptuous. 369: ¥L«üµÛ«F¤lªº¤æ«ý»¡¡C --> he says pointing up to the beam at the top of the columns. 370: §A©ïÀY¬Ý¨£¨º¥¼´¿µÛ¦âªº¤@¹D¾î¼Ù¤W¡AªG¯u¥Î¦¶µ§¼gµÛ¡G --> You look up and see on the beam which hasn¡¦t been repainted, these words written in vermilion: 371: §Ú±q¦ÛµM«OÅ@°Ïªº©Û«Ý©Ò¥X¨Ó¡A --> I set out from the hostel of the nature reserve and go 372: §Ú¤w¸g¥h¹L¤T¦¸¡A --> This is the third time I¡¦ve been back 373: ¦A¤]¨S¦³¸I¤W¥L¡C --> but again he¡¦s not there. 374: ³o®°¥i¥H¬°§Ú¥´¶}³q©¹¨º­Ó¯«¯µ¥@¬Éªºªù¹ï§Ú¤w¸gÃö¤W¤F¡A§Ú·Q¡C --> It seems that this door which can lead me into that mystical world has closed for me. 375: §Ú«H¨B¨«¥h¡A²Ó«B°g»X¡C --> I wander on in fine drizzling rain. 376: §Ú¦n¤[¨S¦³¦b³oºØÃú«B¤¤º©¨B¡A¸g¹L¸ôÃä¤Wªºª×Às¶m½Ã¥Í°|¡A¤]²M±IµL¤Hªº¼Ë¤l¡A --> I pass by the Sleeping Dragon Village Hospital, it looks deserted. 377: ªL¤lùØ«D±`±IÀR¡A --> The forest is quiet 378: ¥u¦³·Ë¤ôÁ`¤£»·¤£ªñ¦b¤°»ò¦a¤è¼M¼M¬y²I¡C --> but there is always a stream somewhere not too far away, for I can hear the sound of trickling water. 379: ¤£¥²¦A·Q¤°»ò¡A --> I don¡¦t have to think about anything 380: Åý«äºüº©¹C¶}¥h¡C --> and I let my thoughts ramble. 381: ¤½¸ô¤W¨S¦³¤@­Ó¤H¼v¡A --> There¡¦s no one on the highway, 382: ¨S¦³¤@³¡¨®½ø¡A --> and no vehicles are in sight. 383: º¡¥Ø»a»A¡A --> As far as the eye can see it is a luxuriant green. 384: ¥¿¬O¬K¤Ñ¡C --> It is the middle of spring. 385: ¸ôÃ䦳¤@®yªÅ±Iªº¤j©Ð¤l¡A¸Ó¬O¬Q±ß«OÅ@°Ïªº·F¨ÆÁ¿ªº¤g­êÀY¤l§º°ê®õªº±_¥Þ§a¡H --> The big deserted compound on the side of the road is probably the headquarters of the bandit chief Song Guotai mentioned by the reserve warden last night. 386: ³o¬O¤@®y¥þ³¡¤ìµ²ºcªº¦Ñ©Ð¤l¡A --> It is an old timber compound. 387: ¨â®°°ª¤j²Â­«ªº¤jªù´¯¶}¡A --> The two big heavy wooden gates are wide open 388: ùØ­±¦³­Ó³Q¼Ó©ÐÀô©ê¯î¿¾¤Fªº¤j°|¤l¡A®e±o¤U¾ã­Ó°¨¨¹¼Æ¤QÀY¬¹¤f¡C --> and inside, surrounded on three sides by two-storey buildings, is an overgrown courtyard big enough for a caravan of thirty or forty horses. 389: ¦³¨â³B¼Ó±è¡A¤]³£¦b°|¤lùØ¡C --> There are two sets of stairs in the courtyard. 390: §Ú¨«¤W¥h¡A --> I go up. 391: ¼ÓªO®æ¤ä®æ¤äª½ÅT¡C --> The floorboards creak noisily 392: §Ú¶V¥[¤j¨B¨«µÛ¡A¬G·Nªí©ú¦³¤H¨Ó¤F¡C --> and I deliberately tread heavily to show my presence. 393: ¦ý³o¼Ó¤W¤]ªÅ±IµL¤H¡A --> However the upstairs is deserted. 394: ±À¶}¤@­Ó¤S¤@­ÓªÅ¿º¿ºªº©Ð¶¡¡A¤@ªÑ¹Ð¤g©M¾`¨ý¡C --> One after another I push open the doors to empty rooms smelling of dust and mildew. 395: ¥u¦³±¾¦bÅKµ·¤Wªº¤@±ø¦Ç¥Õªº¤ò¤y©M¤@°¦¯}¾cªí©ú³oùسº¦³¤H¦í¹L¡A¤]¸Ó¬O´X¦~«eªº¨Æ¤F¡C --> Only a dirty grey towel hanging on a wire and an old worn shoe show that the place has been lived in, but probably some years ago. 396: ¦Û±q³oùثإߦ۵M«OÅ@°Ï¡A¶°¤¤¦b³o©Ò¤j©Ð¤lùتº¨Ñ¾PªÀ¡A¤g²£¦¬Áʯ¸¡A³ªo¯¸¡AÃ~Â寸¥H¤Î¤@­Ó¤s¶mªº¥þ³¡¾÷ºc©M¤H­û«K³£¾E¨ì«OÅ@°ÏºÞ²z³B­×«Øªº¨º±ø¤@¦Ê¦Ìªøªº¤pµó¤W¥h¤F¡A»E¶°¦b³o¼Ó¤W§º°ê®õ¤â¤U¨º¤@¦Ê¨Ó±øº~¤l©M¤@¦Ê¨Ó±øºj·íµM§ó¯d¤£¤U¤@ÂIÂܼv¡C --> (2)and the personnel were all relocated in the narrow hundred metres of street built by the reserve administration where there is not a trace of Song Guotai¡¦s hundred or so men and their hundred or so rifles once housed in this compound. 397: ¥L¬O·d¬Fªv¤u§@ªº¡A --> The warden of the reserve does political work 398: »¡°_¸Ü¨Ó¡A®¶®¶¦³µü¡A --> and he is eloquent and convincing. 399: ¥L»¡¥Lµ¹¨Ó³oùعê²ßªº¤j¾Ç¥Í­Ì°µ³ø§i¡A±q«OÅ@¤jºµ¿ßÁ¿¨ì·R°ê¥D¸q¡A --> He says his lectures to university students here for practical work range from protection of the giant panda to patriotism 400: ¥L»¡³Q¤g­ê·m¨Óªº¤k¤H¤¤ÁÙ¦³­Ó¬õ­x¤k¾Ô¤h¡A --> He says that amongst the women the bandits abducted there was even a soldier of the Red Army. 401: ²{¤µ´N¦í¦b³oªþªñªº¤@­Ó¤s¨RùØ¡C¦oÁÙ¯à³ø¥X¨Ó¦o·í¦~ÄÝ©ó´X¤ä¶¤´X¤À¶¤´X³sªº³s«ü¾É­ûªº©m¦W¡A --> She lives in a nearby mountain flatland and can still recite the name of her battalion, regiment and company, as well as the name of her commanding officer 402: ¤H¦p¤µ¥i¬O·í¤F¤j©x¡A --> who is now an important official. 403: ¥L«Ü¦³µf·P´n¡C¥L»¡¥L·íµM¤£¯àµ¹¾Ç¥Í­ÌÁ¿³o¨Ç¡A --> He¡¦s quite excited and says of course he can¡¦t talk about all these things to the students, 404: «K¤S¦^¨ì³o­ê­º§º°ê®õ¨­¤W¨Ó¡C --> then goes back to talking about the bandit chief Song Guotai. 405: ²{¤µ³£ªø¦¨¤FÂø¾ðªL¤l¡C --> and is now a mass of trees and shrubs. 406: ¤@¤â§ì¹L¨º­ê­ºÀÁ¦b®à¤Wªº§ÖºC¾÷¡A»¡®É¿ð¡A¨º®É§Ö¡A¤@ºj¤@­Ó¡A³s¦P¦Ñ¤j¡A·í§Yáæ­Ë¤F¡A --> In one swift action, faster than it takes to tell this, he snatched the rival bandit chief ¡¦s machine gun from the table and one bullet each sent the pair sprawling, Big Brother included. 407: «K°Ý¡GÁÙ¦³­þ­Ó¤£ªAªº¨S¦³¡H --> Then he asked : Anyone who doesn¡¦t want to surrender? 408: ¥L»¡±o³o¯ë¦³Án¦³¦â¡A --> He tells all this with great drama, 409: °µ³ø§i¯à§â¤k¾Ç¥Í³£»¡­ú¤F¡A¨Ã«D§j¤û¡C --> he isn¡¦t boasting when he says he has the women students in tears. 410: ¥LÁÙ»¡¤­¡³¦~¶i¤s¶Ï­ê¡A --> He goes on to say that in 1950 they came into the mountains to exterminate the bandits. 411: ¦n¹³¥L´N¿Ë¦Û°Ñ¥[¤F¾Ô°«¡C --> It¡¦s as if he¡¦d taken part in the battle himself. 412: ¦p¤µ¡A³£¥|¤Q¦h¦~¤F¡A¦³»¡¥LÁÙ¬¡µÛ¡A --> It¡¦s over forty years now, some say he¡¦s still alive 413: ¦³»¡¥L¦º¤F¡A --> and others say he¡¦s dead 414: ³£¨S¦³½TÆwªºÃÒ¾Ú¡A¥u¬OºØ¤ÀªR¡C¡¨ --> but there¡¦s no real evidence, only theories.¡¨ 415: ¥L¾a¦bÃðé´È¤W¡A®ºµÛ§ß°éªº¤â«ü¼u°ÊµÛ¡A --> He sits back into the round cane chair and tapping his fingers on the edge where his hands are resting , 416: ¤ÀªR¹D¡G¡§Ãö©ó¥Lªº¤U¸¨¡A¦³¤TºØ»¡ªk¡C¡§ --> he begins to analyse these theories. There are three theories about what happened to him. 417: ¤@»¡¥L°k¨«¤F¡A¬y«¦b¥~¦a¡A¦b­þ¨½Áô©m®I¦W¡A¸¨¤U¸}¨Ó¡AºØ¥Ð·í¤F¹A¥Á¡C --> One is that after escaping he fled to another area, changed his name, and settled somewhere to work in the fields as a peasant. 418: ¤g­ê¦³¤g­êªº³W¯x¡A --> Bandits have their own set of rules ¡V 419: ¥L­Ì¦³¥L­Ìªº¹D¼w¡A¦¿´ò¸q®ð¡A --> They have their own ethics, a code of bandit chivalry if you like , 420: ¥t¤@¤è¤S¤â¬½¤ß¬r¡A --> and yet on the other hand they are cruel and wicked. 421: ¤g­ê¤]¦³¥L­Ìªº¨â­±©Ê¡C --> Bandits have two sides to them. 422: ¥L·n·nÀY¡A¤£¬O¤£²z¸Ñ¡A¦Ó¬O·P´n¤H¥@¤§½ÆÂø¡A§Ú·Q¡C --> He is shaking his head not because he finds it incomprehensible but because he is moved by the complexity of the human world, it seems . 423: ¡¨¤]¦³°g¥¢¦b³o¤sùØ´N¦º¦bùØ­±ªº¡H¡¨§Ú°Ý¡C --> ¡§Do people get lost on the mountain and die there?¡¨ I ask . 424: §O»¡¥~¦a¶i¨Ó«õÃħ÷ªº¹A¥Á¡A´N¬O¥»¦aªºÂy¤H¤]¦³§x¦º¦b¤sùتº¡C¡¨ --> and not just the peasants from elsewhere who come to dig for medicinal herbs. There are even local hunters who have died ¡§ 425: ¡§®@¡H¡¨ §Ú¹ï³o§ó¦³¿³½ì¡C --> ¡§Oh?¡¨ This is even more intriguing. 426: «OÅ@°ÏùظT¤î¬¼Âyªº¡C --> and hunting¡¦s prohibited in the reserve. 427: ³o»ò¤jªº¤s¡A§Ú­Ì­þ¬Ý±o¹L¨Ó¡H --> It¡¦s impossible for us to supervise an area of this size. 428: ³£³g¤ßµÛ©O¡A --> They¡¦re all so greedy, 429: ¨S¦³¿ìªk¡C --> it¡¦s hopeless. 430: §Ú±q³oªÅ¿º¿ºªº¼Ó¤W¤U¨Ó¡A¦b¨º®e±o¤U¤@­Ó°¨À°ªº°|¤lùد¸¤F¤@·|¡A¨«¨ì¤½¸ô¤W¨Ó¡C --> I leave the empty upstairs and stand for a while in the courtyard big enough for a whole caravan of horses, then head back to the highway. 431: ¸ô¤W¤]ÁÙ¬O¨S¦³¤H¡A¨S¦³¨®½ø¡C --> There still is no sign of people or vehicles. 432: §Ú±æµÛ¹ï­±ªºÃú«B°g»X¤¤»aºñªº¤s¤W¡A --> I look at the dark green mountain enveloped in a haze of rain and mist on the opposite side. 433: ¦³¤@±ø¦Ç¥Õªº©ñ¤ì§÷ªº°~ª½ªº·Æ¹D¡A --> A steep greyish-white logging chute is over there 434: §ÚÁ`·Q¨ì³o¤sÄA­I«áªº­ì©l´ËªLùØ¥h¡A§Ú»¡¤£¥X¬°¤°»ò¨ºÁ`§l¤ÞµÛ§Ú¡C --> I am becoming obsessed with getting to the primeval forest at the back of the mountain and find myself drawn to it by some inexplicable force. 435: ²Ó«B¤£Â_¡A¦Ó¥B¶V¥[¶°±K¤F¡A¦¨¬°¤@¼hÁ¡¹õ¡A§â¤s±ç³£Å¢¸n¦í¡A¤s¨¦©M·¾À¤´N§ó¥[ÂaÄg¡C --> The light drizzle gets heavier and turns into a thin film which completely enshrouds the ridge, obscuring the mountain and gully even more. 436: ¹pÁnºu°Ê¡A¦b¤s­I«á¡A¨I´e¡AÁôÁô¬ù¬ù¡C --> There is the rumble of thunder behind the mountain, muffled and indistinct. 437: §Ú¬ðµMµoı§ó¬°³ÙÅTªºÁÙ¬O¨Ó¦Û¤½¸ô¤U¤èªºªe¤ô¡AÁ`¤]¤£°±®§¡A --> Suddenly, I realize that the noise of the river below the highway is much louder, 438: Á`¦b©H­ý¡AÁ`³o¼Ë¥R¨Kªº¬y¶q¡A±q³·¤s¤U¨Óª`¤Jª]¦¿ªº³o¥Ö±øªe¡A¬y±o³o¼Ëªº«æ«P¡A --> there is a perpetual roar as it charges endlessly at great speed from the snow clad mountains to pour into the Min River. 439: §A´N¦b³o²D«FÃä¤W¸I¤W¤F¦o¡A --> It is by the pavilion that you encounter her. 440: ¬O¤@ºØ»¡¤£¤À©úªº´Á«Ý¡A¤@ºØÁô¬ùªºÄ@±æ¡A --> It is an undefinable longing, a vague hope, 441: ¤@¦¸ÁÛ°m¡A¤@¦¸©_¹J¡C --> it is a chance meeting, a wonderful meeting. 442: §A¶À©ü¤S¨Ó¨ìªeÃä¡A --> You come again at dusk to the riverside, 443: ³Â±ø¥Û¯Å¤U¡A´Îºl²M¯Üªºìê¦çÁn¦bªe­±¤WÄÆ¿º¡C --> the pounding of clothes being washed reverberates from the bottom of the pitted stone steps. 444: ³o¤s¶m¤pÂí¤W¡A¦o¨º»ò¥X²³¡A --> She stands out in this small mountain village. 445: §A¨«¤F¶}¥h¡A --> You walk away 446: ¤ßùØ«o±}°OµÛ¡A --> but she lingers in your mind 447: µ¥§A¦AÂà¦^¨ì²D«F«e¡A¦o¤w¸g¤£¦b¤F¡A --> and when you return to the pavilion she is no longer there. 448: ©]¦â¤w·t¡A --> It is already dark 449: ²D«FùØ«GµÛ¨âÂI·Ï¤õ¡A©ú©ú·t·t¡A --> and in the pavilion a couple of cigarettes glow from time to time as they are smoked, 450: ¦ý±qÁn­µ¤W¤j­P¥i¥H¿ë¥X¬O¨â¨k¨â¤k¡A --> but from their voices you guess that there are probably two men and two women. 451: ¤]¤£¹³¬O¥»¦a¤H¡A¥L­ÌµL½×½Õ±¡ÁÙ¬Oµo¬½¡A³£¶ÚªùÅT«G¡C --> They don¡¦t seem to be locals, who always talk loudly whether they¡¦re flirting or being aggressive. 452: ¶i¦Ó²ÓÅ¥¡A --> You go up and eavesdrop. 453: ³o¨â¹ï«C¦~¨k¤kÁ¿ªº¦n¹³¬O¦U¦Ûªº§âÀ¸¡A«ç»ò¿f¹L¤÷¥À¡A«¡ÄF¥L­Ì¤u§@³æ¦ìªºÀY¨à¡A§äºØºØÂǤf·È¥X¨Ó³p»»¡C --> It seems they are talking about what they have had to do to get away on this excursion: deceive their parents, lie to the head of the work unit, and think up all sorts of stories. 454: Á¿±o¨º»ò±o·N¡AÁ٤¦í®æ®æª½¯º¡C --> Talking about it is such fun they can¡¦t stop cackling with laughter. 455: §A¤w¸g¹L¤F³o¦~¬ö¡A¥Î¤£µÛ¨ü½Öªº¬ù§ô¡A --> You¡¦ve already passed that age and don¡¦t have to be supervised by anyone, 456: ¥L­Ì¿³³\¬O­¼¤U¤Èªº¨®­è¨ì¡A¥i§A°O±o±q¿¤«°ùبӥu¦³¦­¤Wªº¤@½ë¯Z¨®¡A --> They probably arrived in the afternoon, but as you recall there¡¦s only the one morning bus from the county town. 457: Á`Âk¥L­Ì¦³¥L­Ìªº¿ìªk¡C --> Anyway they probably have their own ways and means. 458: ¦o¦ü¥G¨Ã¤£¦b¥L­Ì¤§¤¤¡A¤]¤£¹³¥L­Ì³o¼Ë§Ö¬¡¡C --> She doesn¡¦t seem to be among them and didn¡¦t seem to be as cheerful as this crowd. 459: §AÂ÷¶}²D«F¡AªuµÛªe©¤¡A®|ª½¨«¤U¥h¡C --> You leave the pavilion and walk straight down along the river-bank. 460: §A¤w¸g¥Î¤£µÛ¿ë»{¡A --> You no longer need to think about finding your way. 461: ³oªe©¤¤W´X¤Q¤á®aªù¡A --> There are several dozen houses by the river 462: ¥u³Ì«á¤@®a¶}µÛ½æ·Ï°s¤â¯Èªº¥bÉb©±­±¡A --> but only the last one, which sells cigarettes, liquor and toilet paper, has the half door-flap of the shop open. 463: ¥ÛªO¸ô«K§é¦VÂíùØ¡AµM«á¬O°ªªº°|Àð¡A --> The cobblestone road swerves back towards the town and then there¡¦s a high wall. 464: ¥k¤â©ü¶Àªº¸ô¿O¤U¡Aº£¶Âªºªù¬}ùØ«K¬O¶m¬F©²¡C --> In the weak yellow streetlight on the right, through the dark doorway, is the village administrative office. 465: ¦A¹L¥h¡A¤@¤ù¥Î´Ý¿j³ò¦íªºµæ¶é¤l¡A --> Further on is a vegetable plot fenced off with broken bricks 466: µæ¦a¹ï­±¦³¤@­ÓÂå°|¡C --> and opposite is a hospital. 467: ¹j¤@±ø¤p«Ñ¡A«K¬Oªñ¦~¨Ó¤~»\ªº¼v¼@°|¡A¥¿©ñ¬M¤@³¡ªZ¥´¥\¤Ò¤ù¡C --> Two lanes up is a cinema, built just a few years back, and now showing a martial arts movie. 468: ³s±ß³õ¹q¼v¶}ºtªº®É¶¡§A³£¤£¥Î´êªñ¥h¬Ý¡C --> so you don¡¦t need to go to see what time the evening session starts . 469: ±qÂå°|Ãä¤Wªº¤p«Ñ¤lùØ¥i¥H¬ï´¡¨ì¥¿µó¤W¡A¤@¥X«Ñ¤f¡A«K­±¹ïÃe¤jªº¦Ê³f¤½¥q¡A --> The lane at the side of the hospital cuts through to the main street and comes out right opposite the big department store. 470: ³o§A³£²M²M·¡·¡¡A --> You know all this perfectly, 471: ¥é¦ò³oÂí¤Wªº¦Ñ¦í¤á¡C --> as if you¡¦re an old resident of the town. 472: ¦Ó§A¦Û¤v¤×¨ä»Ý­n¦P¤H¥æ½Í¡C --> and you desperately need to talk with someone. 473: ¥u¦³¦Ê³f¤½¥qÅKªùºò³¬¡A¬Á¼þÃoµ¡«eªºÅK¬]Äæ¤]³£©Ô°_¤W¤FÂê¡C --> Only the department store has the iron door shut and the grill up and padlocked in front of the windows. 474: §Oªº©±¾Q¤j³£·Ó¶}µÛ¡A --> Most of the shops are still open 475: ·íµó¦Y¶º¡A·íµó·f°S¡A©Î¬O±æµÛ¾Q¤lùتº¹qµø¡AÃä¦YÃä¬ÝÃä²á¤Ñ¡A¼Ó¤Wªºµ¡Ã®«h¬MµÛ¬¡°Êªº¤H¼v¡C --> People are out on the street eating and chatting, inside the shops watching television as they eat and chat , and silhouetted on the curtains of upstairs windows moving about. 476: ÁÙ¦³¤p«Ä­ú¾x¡A --> and there are small children crying and yelling ¡V 477: ¤H´N§¤¦b¦Û®aªù¤f¡A¹jµÛµó¦P¹ï­±¥æ½Í¡C --> People sit in their doorways chatting with people across the street 478: ¤w±Bªº°ü¤k³o®É­Ô¤]´N¥u¬ïµÛ­I¤ß©Mµu¿Ç¡A¸òµÛ¶ì½¦©ì¾c¡AºÝµÛ¾þ¬Ö¡A§âż¤ô¼â¨ìµó¤ß¡C --> and it is at this time that married women in singlet and shorts and plastic slippers take tubs of dirty bath water to pour into the street. 479: ¨º¥b¤j¤£¤pªº¤p¤l«h¦¨¸sµ²¹Ù¡Aº¡µó¶Ã«¡C´Â¤â¤ÄµÛ¤âªº¤p¤XÀY­ÌÀ¿ªÓ¦Ó¹L¡C --> Gangs of adolescent boys are everywhere, deliberately brushing against the young girls strolling hand in hand. 480: ¦Ó§A¡A¬ðµM¡A¤S¬Ý¨£¤F¦o¡A¦b¤@­Ó¤ôªGÅu¤l«e¡C --> Suddenly, you see her again, in front of a fruit stall. 481: §A¥[§Ö¸}¨B¡A --> You walk more quickly, 482: §A«K´ê¤W«e¡A¤]¥h°Ý»ù¡C --> You push in front and ask how much they cost . 483: ¦o¤âºN¤F¤@¤U¨º³z«Cªººu¶êªº¬c¤l¡A¨«¤F¡C --> She touches the round unripe pomelo and walks off. 484: §A¤]´N»¡¡A¬Oªº¡A¤Ó¥Í¡C --> You say , that¡¦s right, they¡¦re not ripe. 485: §A¸ò¤W¦o¡A¨Óª±¨àªº¡H --> You catch up to her. Like to join me? 486: §A¦ü¥G´NÅ¥¨£¦o®©¤F¤@Án¡A --> You seem to hear her agree, 487: ÁÙÂI¤FÂIÀY¡A¦oÀY¾v¤]¸òµÛ§Ý°Ê¤F¤@¤U¡C --> she even gives a nod which makes her hair shake. 488: ¸ò¤W¦oªº¨B¤l¡C --> and you keep pace with her. 489: §A¤]¬°ÆF¤s¦Ó¨Ó¡H --> Are you also here because of Lingshan? 490: ¦oÀY¾v¤S§Ý°Ê¤F¤@¤U¡A³o¼Ë¡A´N¦³¤F¦@¦Pªº»y¨¥¡C --> Her hair shakes again, then you begin to chat. 491: ¦b¸Ë¦³¤é¥ú¿Oªº²z¾v¾Q¤l«e¡A --> The front of the hairdresser¡¦s shop is fitted with neon lights 492: §A©ó¬O¬Ý¨ì¤F¦oªºÁy¡A --> and you see her face. 493: ¦~¬ö»´»´¡A«o¦³ÂI¼¬±|¡A­Ë§óÅã±o·¡·¡°Ê¤H¡C --> It¡¦s youthful and that slight weariness is distinctly attractive. 494: §A±æµÛ®M¤W¹q§j­·ÀY¸n¿S¾vªº¤k¤H¡A»¡²{¥N¤Æ´N¼Æ³o³Ì§Ö¡C --> You look at the women with their heads under the dryers and getting their hair done and say that modernization has been most rapid in this. 495: ¦o²´·ú°Ê¤F¤@¤U¡A¯º¤F¡A --> She looks away, laughs , 496: §A¤]¸òµÛ´N¯º¡C --> and you laugh with her. 497: ¦oÀYµo´²©Ü¦bªÓ¤W¡A¯Q¶Â¥ú«G¡A --> Her hair covers her shoulders and is black and shiny. 498: §A·Q»¡§AÀY¾v¯u¦n¡A¤Sı±o¦³ÂI¹L¤À¡A --> You want to say, you have lovely hair, but think it would be going a bit too far, 499: ¨S¦³¥X¤f¡C --> so you don¡¦t say it. 500: §A¦P¦o¤@°_¨«µÛ¡A¦A¨S»¡¤°»ò¡C --> You walk along with her, and don¡¦t say anything else. 501: ¤£¬O§A¤£·Q¦P¦o¿Ëªñ¡A --> It¡¦s not that you don¡¦t want to get on closer terms with her 502: §A¤£§KÀª§¼¡A·Q¾¨§ÖÂ\²æ³oºØµ~¹Ò --> You can¡¦t help feeling embarrassed and want to get out of this dilemma as quickly as possible. 503: §Ú¥i¥H³­§A¨«¨«¶Ü¡H³o¸Ü¤S»¡±o¤Ó²Â¡C --> May I walk with you? Again, this is really a stupid thing to say. 504: §A³o¤H¯u¦³·N«ä¡C§A¥é¦òÅ¥¨£¦o¦b¹ÊÄW¡A --> You¡¦re really a funny person, you seem to hear her mumbling. 505: ¤S¹³¬O³d©Ç¡A¤S¹³¬O¤¹¿Õ¡C --> She looks reproachful and yet approving. 506: ¦o²¦³º¤£¬O«Ä¤l¡A --> She¡¦s not a child 507: §A¤]¤£¬O¤òÀY¤p¹Ù¡A --> and you¡¦re no teenager, 508: §A·Q¸ÕµÛ©Û·S¦o¡C --> you try flirting with her. 509: §Ú¥i¥H·í§AªºÂQ¾É¡A§A»¡¡A³o¬O©ú¥Nªº«Ø¿v¡A¦Ü¤µ¤Ö»¡¦³¤­¦Ê¦~ªº¾ú¥v¡A --> I can be your guide, you say , this was built in the Ming Dynasty and goes back at least five hundred years, 510: ¨º¤sÀð¤Wªº­¸Ã²¡A¶Â·t¤¤Å¨µÛ¬P¥ú¼°_ªº¤@¨¤¡C --> one of the flying eaves of the gable curls upwards out of the darkness into the star-lit sky. 511: ¤µ±ß¨S¦³¤ë«G¡C --> There¡¦s no moon tonight. 512: ¤£¥u´X¤Q¦~¡A¥u¬O´X¤Q¨B¡A§A´N¦^¨ì¤F¨º¥j¦Ñªº®É¥N¡C --> You don¡¦t even have to go back a few decades, just take twenty or thirty paces and you¡¦ll be back in those ancient times. 513: »¡µÛ¡A§A­Ì«K¨«¨ì¤F¤@«~­»¯ùÀ]ªù«e¡AÀ𨤩Mªù¤f¯¸¤F¦n¨Ç¤H¡A¤j¤H¤p«Ä³£¦³¡C --> While chatting you come to the front of the First Class Fragrance Teahouse where there are adults and children standing along the wall. 514: ç÷¸}´Âùؤ@±æ¡A§A­Ì¤]³£¯¸¦í¤F¡C --> You stand on tiptoes to look inside and stay there as well. 515: ªù­±¯U¯¶¶i²`«Üªøªº¯ùÀ]ùØ¡A¤@±i±i¤è®à³£¦¬¤F°_¨Ó¡C --> The narrow door leads into the long teahouse where all the square tables have been put away. 516: ¾îÂ\µÛªº±ø¹¹¤W¦ùµÛ¤@ÁûÁû¸£³U¡A --> On the rows of benches are the backs of craning heads 517: ¥¿¤¤¥u¤@±i¤è®à¡A±q®à­±¤W««±¾¤U¤@¶ôÆ^¤F¶ÀÃ䪺¬õ¥¬¡A --> and right in the middle is a square table draped with a yellow-bordered red cloth: 518: ®à«á°ª¸}¹¹¤W¡A§¤ªº¤@¦ì¬ïµÛ¼e³Sªø­mªº»¡®Ñ¤H¡C --> a storyteller in a robe with wide sleeves is seated on a high stool behind it. 519: ¡§¤Ó¶§¦è¤U¡A --> ¡§The sun goes down, 520: ¿@¶³¾B¤ë¡A --> thick clouds hide the moon, 521: ¨º³D¤½³D±C²v»â²³§¯·Ó¨Ò¨Ó¨ì¤FÂżs·µ¡A --> and as usual the Snake Lord and his wife lead their pack of demons back to the Palace of Blue Vastness. 522: ¬Ý¨ìµ£¨kµ£¤k¡AªÎ­D³·¥Õ¡A½Þ¤û¦ÏÂ\º¡¨â®Ç¡A¤ß¤¤¤j³ß¡C --> On seeing the plump fair-skinned boys and girls and the lavish banquet of pork, beef and lamb, they are delighted. 523: ³D¤½¹ï³D±C»¡¡G¦«½å©dªººÖ¡A --> The Snake Lord says to his wife: This good fortune is due to you. 524: ¤µ¤Ñ³o¥÷¹ØÂ§¡A¬Æ¬OÂ׫p¡C --> Today¡¦s birthday celebration is magnificent. 525: ¨ºÃä¹D¡G¤µ¤Ñ¬O¤Ó¤Ò¤H¤j¬K¡A²z¸Ó¤Ö¤£¤FºÞ©¶¼Ö¾¹¡AÁٻݬ}¥D¾Þ¤ß¡C¡¨ --> One of the demons says : Today being her Ladyship¡¦s birthday requires wind and string music and the Master of the Grotto has had to busy himself with these.¡¨ 526: ©çªº¤@ÅT¡I¥L¤â¤Wªº¿ô°ó¤ì©ç¦b®à¤l¤W¡A --> Bang! He slams his wooden clapper on the table, 527: ¡§¯u¬O¿Ñ°ª¥D·N¦h¡I¡¨ --> ¡§Indeed, lofty aspirations produce ideas!¡¨ 528: ¥L©ñ¤U¿ô°ó¤ì¡A®³°_¹ªÁè¡A¦b¤@­±ªQ¤Fªº¹ª¥Ö¤W´eÁnºV¤F´X¤U¡A --> He puts aside the clapper and taking the drum stick strikes a few dull beats on the slack drum skin. 529: ¥t¤@°¦¤â¤S®³°_­Ó¬ï¤F¨ÇÅK¤ùªº¹a°é¡A½w½w®Ì¤F®Ì¡A¿þ¿þªºÅT¡A --> In his other hand he takes up a tambourine threaded with metal bits which he slowly shakes so that it tinkles . 530: ¨º¦ÑµÄ°×¶Ú¤l«K¥æ¥N¹D¡G --> Then in his old rasping voice he begins to explain: 531: ¡§·í¤U³D¤½§h©J¡A --> ¡§The Snake Lord gives instructions 532: ¦U¤è¾Þ¿ì¡A¤£¤@·|¡A§â­ÓÂżs·µ¥´§ê±oªáªáºñºñ¡AºÞ©¶»ô«µ¡C¡¨ --> and in all four quarters are activities which immediately transform the Palace of Blue Vastness with colourful decorations and a medley of wind and string instruments.¡¨ 533: ¥L¬G·N¨Ó¤F¥y¹qµøùغt­ûªº®Ô»wµÄ½Õ¡A·S±oÅ¥²³«¡ªº¤@°}¯º¡C --> He deliberately imitates the recitation style used by TV performers and makes the audience roar with laughter. 534: §A±æ¤F¦o¤@¤U¡A --> You look at her 535: §A´Á«Ýªº¥¿¬O³o¯º®e¡C --> This is the happy face you¡¦ve been hoping for. 536: ¶i¥h§¤§¤¡H --> Shall we go in and sit down? 537: §A«K»âµÛ¦o¡A¶¹LªO¹¹©M¤H¸}¡A´z¤F±i¨S§¤º¡ªº±ø¹¹¡AÀ½µÛ§¤¤U¡C --> You lead her past wooden benches and peoples¡¦ legs, find a bench which isn¡¦t full and squeeze in. 538: ´N¬Ý³o»¡®Ñ¤H­A±o¦n¥Í¼ö¾x¡A --> Just look at the storyteller trying to get the audience worked up. 539: ¥L«¢¨Ì¨Ì«u§r§r¡A¥ªÂਭ«ý¤â§@«ô¹Øª¬¡A¥kÂਭÂ\Â\¤â¡A°µ¦Ñ§¯ºë°Û¹D¡G --> he gaily hums as he turns to the left performing the actions of bowing with hands cupped together in salutation, then turns to the right to wave his hands and sing in the voice of the old seductress, 540: ³o¬G¨ÆÁ¿¤F¤@¤d¦~¤F¡A§A¦b¦o¦ÕÃ仡¡C --> They¡¦ve been telling this story for a thousand years, you say close to her ear. 541: ÁÙ·|Á¿¤U¥h¡A¦o¹³¬O§Aªº¦^Án¡C --> And they¡¦ll still go on telling it. She seems to be your echo. 542: §A«D±`¶}¤ß¡C --> You feel very happy. 543: ¥»¨Ó¤C¤C¥|¤Q¤E¤Ñªº¸ôµ{¡A¥L¤T¤Ñ´N»°¨ì¤F³oªF¤½¤s¸}¤U¡A¸I¤W¤F¤ý¹D¤h¡A --> He makes it to the foot of Donggong Mountain in three days, a journey normally taking seven times seven equals forty-nine days, where he encounters the Daoist Wang. 544: ªk³q³»Â§¹D¡G½å®v¦³½Ð¡C --> Fatong bows in salutation and says : I have a request of the Venerable Master. 545: ¨º¤ý¹D¤WµªÂ§¡A«È©x¦³½Ð¡C½Ð°Ý³oÂżs·µ¦b¦ó³B¡H --> The Daoist Wang responds with a salutation and Fatong asks : May I ask where the Palace of Blue Vastness can be found ? 546: ¨ºùØ¥X¤F§¯ºë¡A¥i¼F®`©O¡A½Ö´±¥h§r¡H --> The demons there are really fierce. Who would dare go there? 547: ¦b¤U©m³¯¡A¦rªk³q¡A --> My surname is Chen and my name, Fatong, means ¡¥comprehending Buddha¡¦s laws¡¦. 548: ¨º¹D¤h¼Û¤F¤f®ð»¡¡Aµ£¨kµ£¤k¤µ¤Ñ­è°e¥h¡A\ --> The Daoist Master heaves a sigh and says , young boys and girls have just been sent there today, 549: °Ôªº¤@Án¡A¥u¨£³o»¡®Ñ¤H¥k¤âÁ|°_¹ªÁè¡A¥ª¤â·nµÛ¹a°é¡A --> Bang! You see the storyteller raising his drum stick in his right hand and rattling the tambourine in his left hand. 550: ½°_¥Õ²´¡A¤f¤¤©À©À¦³µü¡A´ý¨­§Ý¯Á°_¨Ó¡K¡K --> His eyes open wide until they show the whites and as he recites a chant his whole body begins to shake . . . 551: §A»D¨ì¤@ºØ®ð¨ý¡A¿@¯Pªº·Ï¯ó©M¦½¯]¤¤ªº¤@µ·«Õ­»¡A --> You smell something, a subtle fragrance in the midst of the strong smell of tobacco and sweat, 552: ÁÙ¦³»÷»÷­é­é¦Y¥Ê¤lªºÁn­µ¡A¨º¦Y¥Ê¤lªº¤]¥Ø¤£Âà·ú¨nµÛ¸n¤W¤Fªk¦çªº»¡®Ñ¤H¡C --> There is the cracking of melon seeds as people eat the seeds with their eyes fixed on the storyteller, who has donned a monk¡¦s robe. 553: ¡§¤T¤UÆFµP¥´¥´¥´¤T¹D¶Ê§L²ÅºÉ¦¬Ãf¤s­T¤sÀsªê¤s¤T¤s¯«§L¯«±N³¼¨è¤§¶¡®@§r§r°Ú«¢«¢¹F¥j¶©¥V­Ü¶â§r§r§r¶ã©I¡A --> ¡§Laying down three times the magic tablet, one-two-three, three troop-summoning amulets instantly muster the divine troops and the generals of Lu Mountain, Mao Mountain and Longhu Mountain, o-yaya a-ha-ha da-gu-long-dong cang-ng-ya¡Vya¡Vya¡Vwu-hu. 554: ¤Ñ¬Ó¬Ó¦a¬Ó¬Ó§^¤D¯u§g¤j«Ò±Õ½ç§Ì¤l­y¨¸°£§¯¤â«ù³qÆFÄ_¼C¸}½ñ­·¤õ½ü¥ª±Û¥kÂà¡C¡¨ --> Emperor of Heaven,Emperor of Earth,I amthe younger brother sent by the True Lord Emperor to exterminate demons.Holding the precious magical sword and treading on the wheel of wind and fire I wheel to the right and wheel to the left-¡¨ 555: ¦oÂਭ¯¸°_¡A --> She turns and stands up, 556: §A¸òµÛ¤]ÁÚ¹L¤H»L¡A --> you follow after her, stepping over people¡¦s legs. 557: ¤H­Ì³£Âà¦Ó¹ï§A­Ì«ã¥Ø¦Óµø¡C --> They all glare at you. 558: §A­Ì¨­«á«¡ªº¤@°}¯ºÁn¡C --> A roar of laughter follows the two of you. 559: §A«ç»ò¤F¡H --> What¡¦s the matter? 560: §A¤£µÎªA¡H --> You¡¦re sick? 561: ¤£¡A¦n¨Ç¤F¡AùØ­±ªÅ®ð¤£¦n¡C --> No, I feel better now, it¡¦s stuffy inside. 562: §A­Ì¨«¦bµó¤W¡A --> You walk outside 563: µó®Ç¶~§¤²á¤Ñªº¤H³£´Â§A­Ì±æµÛ¡C --> and the people sitting on the street chatting look up at the two of you. 564: §A»â¦o©ä¶i­Ó¤p«Ñ¡A --> You lead her around a corner into a small lane, 565: µó¤Wªº¤HÁn©M¿O¥ú¸¨¦b¨­«á¡A --> the sound of people and the lights of the street fall behind you. 566: ¤p«ÑùبS¸ô¿O¡A --> There are no streetlights in the lane, 567: ¦o©ñºC¤F¸}¨B¡A§A·Q°_­è¤~ªº±¡´º¡C --> She slows down and you think back to what has just happened . 568: §A¤£Ä±±o§A§Ú´N¹³³QÅX»°ªº§¯ºë¡H --> Don¡¦t you think you and I are like the demons being pursued? 569: ¦o¤]¯º±o³£Ås¤U¤F¸y¡C --> She laughs so much that she doubles over. 570: ¦o¥Ö¾cºV¦b«C¥ÛªO¤W®æ¥~ªºÅT¡C --> Her heels clatter noisily on the cobblestones. 571: ¥X¤F¤p«Ñ¡A --> You emerge from the lane 572: «e­±¤@¤ù¤ô¥Ð¡AªxµÛ·L¥ú¡A --> and before you are paddy fields bathed in faint glimmering light. 573: »·³B¼Ò¼Ò½k½k¦³´X¼l©ÐªÙ¡A --> In the hazy distance are a few buildings, 574: ª¾¹D¨º¬O³o¥«Âí°ß¤@ªº¤¤¾Ç¡A --> you know it¡¦s the one middle school in town. 575: ¦A»·³B¶©°_ªº¬O¤s±^¡A¾Q¥ñ¦b¦ÇÀÛÀÛªº©]ªÅ¤U¡A¬P¥úÁô¬ù¡C --> A little further off are sprawling hills beneath the grey star-lit night sky. 576: °_­·¤F¡A§j¨Ó²M²Dªº®ð®§¡A³ê°_¤@ºØ±ª°Ê¡A¤S¼çÂæb³o½_½\ªº²M­»ùØ¡C --> A breeze starts up, bringing ripples of cool air which sink into the clean fragrance of the paddy rice. 577: §A®Á¨ì¦oªºÁu»H¡A --> You draw close to her shoulder, 578: ¦o¨S¦³®¿¶}¡C --> and she doesn¡¦t move away. 579: §A­Ì«K¦A¨S¦³»¡¤°»ò¡A¶¶µÛ¸}¤U¦Ç¥Õªº¥Ð®G¡A¦V«e¨«¥h¡C --> Neither of you say anything but go wherever your feet take you along the greyish paths between the fields. 580: §A¤£Ä±±o¯«©_¡H --> Don¡¦t you think it¡¦s wonderful? 581: ¤£ª¾¹D¡A --> I don¡¦t know, 582: §A§O°Ý§Ú¡C --> don¡¦t ask me. 583: §A®Áºò¦oªº¤âÁu¡A --> You lean against her arm 584: ¦o¤]®Áºò§A¡A --> and she leans towards you, 585: §A§CÀY¬Ý¦o¡A --> you look down to her, 586: ¥uı±o¦o»ó¦y²Ó¤p¡A§A»D¨ì¤F¨º¤w¸g¼ô±x¤Fªº·Å·xªº®ð®§¡C --> but you sense her small nose and you again smell that familiar warmth. 587: ¦o¬ðµM¯¸¦í¤F¡C --> Suddenly she comes to a halt. 588: §ÚÀ³¸Ó¥ð®§¡C --> I have to get some rest. 589: §Ú¤£·Q¦³¤H³­µÛ¡C --> I don¡¦t want anyone with me. 590: ¦oÅܱo©T°õ¤F¡C --> She is quite adamant. 591: §A³oùئ³¿Ë¤Í¡H --> Do you have relatives or friends here? 592: ÁÙ¬O±Mªù¨Óª±ªº¡H --> Or are you here on your own? 593: ¦o·§¤£¦^µª¡C --> She doesn¡¦t answer. 594: §A¤£ª¾¹D¦o±q­þ¨½¨Ó¡A¤S¦^­þ¨½¥h¡C --> You don¡¦t know where she¡¦s from nor where she¡¦s going back to. 595: §AÁÙ¬O°e¦o¨ì¤Fµó¤W¡A --> Still, you escort her to the main street 596: ¦o®|¦Û¨«¤F¡A®ø¥¢¦b¤pµóªººÉÀY¡A¹³¤@«h¬G¨Æ¡A¤S¹³¬O¹Ú¡C --> and she walks off on her own, vanishing at the end of the street, as if in a story, as if in a dream. 597: ¦b®ü©Þ¨â¤d¤­¦Ê¤½¤ØÆ[¹î¤jºµ¿ßªºÀç¦a¡A¨ì³B¦bºw¤ô¡A --> In the 2500-metre giant panda observation compound at Haiba, water drips everywhere 598: ³Q¿È³£¬O¼éÀ㪺¡C --> and my bedding is damp. 599: ¥Õ¤Ñ¬ïµÛ³oÀç¦aùتº¦Ðµ³¦ç¡A¨­¤W¤]Á`¼é©I©Iªº¡C --> During the daytime I wear the padded clothes issued by the camp but still feel perpetually damp. 600: ³ÌµÎªAªº®É­Ô¡A¬O¦b¤õ°ï«e¦Y¶º¡A³ÜµÛ¼ö´ö¡C --> The most comfortable time is in front of the fire drinking hot soup and eating. 601: ¤@¤f¤j¾TÁç¥ÎÅKµ·¦Q¦b¥ë©Ð´×¤lªº¾î¼Ù¤W¡A --> A big aluminum pot hangs on a metal wire from a rafter in the kitchen shed 602: ©³¤U¬[µÛªº¾ð·F¤£¥Î¿÷Â_¡A¬[°_¦b¦ÇÂu¤W¶¶µÛ¿N¡A¤õ­]«_°_¨¬¦³¤@¨â¤Ø°ª¡A¤S¥i¥H·Ó©ú¡C --> and the log in the stove isn¡¦t cut into sections but just burns its way down, sending up sparks two feet into the air and providing light. 603: ¨C·í³òµÛ¤õ°ï¦Y¶º¡A¦³¤@°¦ªQ¹«Á`¨Ó¡AÃÛ¦b´×¤lÃä¤W¡Aºu¶êªº²´·úª½Âà¡C --> When we¡¦re sitting around the fire a squirrel always comes and sits by the shed rotating its round eyes. 604: ¤]¥u¦³¦b¦Y±ß¶ºªº®É­Ô¡A¤H¤~»E»ô¡C --> It¡¦s only at night that everyone gathers around 605: ´X¥yª±¯º¡C --> and there¡¦s a bit of joking. 606: ¦Y§¹±ß¶º¡A¤Ñ¤]´N¥þ¶Â¤F¡A --> By the end of the meal it¡¦s completely dark, 607: Àç¦a³Q»í¶Âªº´ËªL¥]³òµÛ¡A --> the camp is surrounded by the pitch-black forest, 608: ¤H³£Æp¶i´×¤lùØ¡A¦b·Ñªo¿O¤U°µ¦Û¤vªº¨Æ±¡¡C --> everyone retreats into the shed and in the light of kerosene lamps is preoccupied with his own business. 609: ¥L­Ìªø¦~¦b²`¤sùØ¡A¸Ó»¡ªº³£¤w»¡§¹¡A --> They¡¦ve been deep in the mountain all year and have said all they have to say, 610: ¨S¦³·s»D¡C --> and there¡¦s no news. 611: ¥u¦³¤@¦ì¶±ªºªÊ±Ú¤s¥Á¡A±q®ü©Þ¨â¤d¤@¦Ê¤½¤Øªºª×ÀsÃö¡A¶i¤s¦Z³Ì«áªº¤@­Ó§ø¸¨¡A¨C¹j¨â¤Ñ¡A¥Î­IÁM­I¨Ó¨Ç·sÂAªº½­µæ©M¾ã¤ùªº¦Ï¦×©Î½Þ¦×¡C --> They hire a Qiang from Sleeping Dragon Pass, 2100 metres from Haiba and the last village after entering the mountain, to come every couple of days with a basket on his back filled with fresh vegetables and slabs of mutton or pork. 612: «OÅ@°ÏºÞ²z³BÂ÷§ø¤l¤]ÁÙ»·¡C --> The ranger station is even further off than the village. 613: ¥L­Ì¥u¦³¤@­Ó¤ë©Î´X­Ó¤ë¤~½ü¬y¤U¤s¥ð®§¤@¨â¤Ñ¡A¥hºÞ²z³B²z¾v¡B¬~¾þ¡A§ïµ½¤@¤U¥ë­¹¡C --> They only take turns to go down the mountain for a couple of days¡¦ leave every month or every few months, to go to the ranger station for a haircut, a bath and a good meal. 614: ¨ì®É­Ô­¼«OÅ@°Ïªº¨®¤l¨ì¦¨³£¥h¬Ý¤kªB¤Í¡A©Î¬O¦^¨ì¨ä¥L«°¥«¥L­Ì¦Û¤vªº®a¡A --> and when the time comes they take the reserve car to Chengdu to see their girlfriends or go back to their homes in other cities. 615: ¹ï¥L­Ì¨Ó»¡¡A¨º¤~¬O¥Í¬¡¡C --> For them this is the way to live. 616: ¥L­Ì¨S¦³³ø¯È¡A¤]¤£¦¬Å¥¼s¼½¡A --> They don¡¦t have newspapers and don¡¦t listen to radio broadcasts. 617: ¨º­Ó³ÙÄÛªº¥@¬É³£¯dµ¹¤F«°¥«¡A --> that noisy world is left to the cities, 618: ¹ï¥L­Ì¨Ó»¡³o³£¤Ó»»»·¤F¡C --> for them it¡¦s all too far away. 619: ¥u¦³¤@¦ì¥h¦~¤~¤À°t¨Ó³oùؤu§@ªº¤j¾Ç²¦·~¥ÍÁ`À¹µÛ¦Õ¾÷¡C --> However, a university graduate sent here to work just last year always has headphones on. 620: ¦A¦³¤@¦ì¦bªo¿O¤U¬Ý®Ñªº«C¦~¤H¡A --> And there¡¦s also a young man who reads by the kerosene lamp. 621: ÁÙ¦³¤@¦ì¡A§â¥Õ¤Ñ±µ¦¬¨ìªºµL½u¹q°T¸¹¡A«ö´ú©wªº¤è¦ì¡A¤@¤@µe¦b¤@±i¯èªÅ´úøªº®y¼Ð¹Ï¤W¡A --> There¡¦s another man here who picks up wireless signals, locates and plots them onto an air navigation tracking chart. 622: ³o¨Ç°T¸¹¬O¥Ñ³Q»¤®·®M¤WµL½u¹qÀV°é¦A©ñ¦^¨ìªL®ü¤¤¥hªº¤jºµ¿ß¨­¤Wµo®g¥X¨Óªº¡C --> These are signals transmitted from giant pandas which have been captured , tagged with wireless neckbands and then returned to the forest. 623: ¦P§Ú¤@°_¶i¤s¦b³o¤sùسsÄòÂà¤F¨â¤Ñªº¨º¦ì¦Ñ´Óª«¾Ç®a¦­¤w½ö¤U¤£ª¾¬O§_ºÎµÛ¤F¡A --> The old botanist with me has already spent two days wandering around in the mountains; he¡¦s been in bed for some time but I can¡¦t tell whether or not he¡¦s asleep. 624: ©M¦ç½öµÛ¡A³s¸£¤l¤]¦n¹³­á»ø¤F¡A --> and lying here fully clothed even my brain seems to have frozen , 625: ¦Ó¤s¥~¥¿¬O¶§¬K¤­¤ë¡C --> yet down the mountain it¡¦s May and the middle of spring. 626: §ÚºN¨ì¤F¤@°¦¯ó°D¡A¨n¦b§Ú¤j»L¤º°¼¡A --> My hand comes upon a tick which has lodged itself on the inner part of my thigh. 627: ¦³¤p«ü¥Ò³o»ò¤j¡Aµw±o¹³¶ô¶Ë¬Í¡C --> It¡¦s the size of my little fingernail and as hard as a scab. 628: §Ú«ö¦í¨Ï«l´|·b¡A¤]ÁÙ©Þ¤£¥X¨Ó¡C --> I hold onto it and rub myself but can¡¦t pull it out. 629: §Úª¾¹D¦A¨Ï«l´N·|©ÞÂ_¡A¥¦¨ººòºò«r¦íªºÀY¼L´N¥u¯àªø¤[ªø¦b§Ú¥Ö¦×ùØ¡C --> I know if I pull any harder it will break off and the head with the mouth which has a good bite on me will remain embedded and grow into my flesh. 630: §Ú¥u¦n¦V§Ú®ÇÃä¾Q¦ì¤WªºÀç¦aªº¤@¦ì¤u§@¤H­û¨D´©¡A --> I get help from the camp worker in the bed next to me. 631: ¥LÅý§Ú²æ¥ú¤F¡A¦b§Ú¤j»L¤W²r¤@¤Ú´x¡A´N¤â§â³o§l¦å°­À¾¤F¥X¨Ó¡C --> He gets me to strip, gives my thigh a hard slap and squeezes out the blood-sucking little bastard. 632: ¥µ¶i¿O¸nùØ¡A«_¥X¤@ªÑ¦×À`»æªº®ð¨ý¡C --> Tossed into the kerosene lamp it smells like the meat stuffing in a pancake. 633: ¥LµªÀ³©ú¤Ñµ¹§Ú§ä¤@°Æ¸j»L¡C --> He promises to get me a bandage in the morning. 634: ´×¤lùؤQ¤À¦wÀR¡A --> It¡¦s quiet both inside and outside the shed, 635: Å¥±o¨£´×¤l¥~¡BªL¤lùØ¡A¨ì³B³£¦bºw¤ô¡C --> but everywhere in the forest there is the sound of water dripping. 636: ¤s­·¥Ñ»·¤Îªñ¡A¨Ã¤£¨ì¸ò«e¨Ó¡A´N¤S°h¤F¦^¥h¡A¥u¦b«Õ»·ªº¤s¨¦ùسټM¡C --> A mountain wind blows from afar but doesn¡¦t reach the mountain and instead recedes and lingers noisily in faraway valleys. 637: «á¨Ó¡A§ÚÀY³»¤WªºªO¾À¤]¶}©lºw¤ô¤F¡A¦n¹³´N´é¦b³Q¤l¤W¡C --> Afterwards the planks above me also start dripping and seem to drip right onto my quilt. 638: §ÚµL·N°_¨­¡AùØ¥~¤Ï¥¿³£¤@¼Ë¼éÀã¡A --> Mindlessly, I get up. It¡¦s as damp inside as it is outside. 639: «á¨Ó¡AÅ¥¨£¤F¯y¦a¤@Án¡A --> Later on, I hear a rifle discharge . 640: ²M´·¤S¨I´e¡A¦b¤s¨¦ùئ^¿º¡C --> It¡¦s clear but muffled and reverberates in the valley. 641: ¤H³£¿ô¤F¡A©ÎªÌ»¡¡A´N³£¨SºÎµÛ¡C --> Everyone is awake, or it might have been that no-one had been asleep. 642: ´N¦A¨S¦³¤H»¡¸Ü¡A --> Then nobody says anything. 643: ¦ü¥Gµ¥µÛºjÁn¦AÅT¡C --> It¡¦s as if they¡¦re waiting for another shot, 644: ¦ÓºjÁn¤]´N¤£¦AÅT¡C --> but there isn¡¦t one. 645: ³oºØ¯}¸H¤F¤SÄa¸mªº¨I±I¤¤¡A¥u¦³·¦¤l¥~ªººw¤ôÁn©M§íÆ{¦b¤s¨¦ùتº­·¼é¡C --> n the shattered yet suspended silence, there¡¦s only the dripping of water outside the shed and the reverberation of the wind imprisoned in the valleys. 646: §A´N¦ü¥GÅ¥¨£¤F³¥Ã~ªºÂܸñ¡C --> Then you seem to hear wild animals. 647: ³o¥»¬O³¥Ã~ªº¥@¬É¡A --> This world belongs to wild animals 648: ¤H©~µMÁÙ¤£©ñ¹L¥¦­Ì¡C --> but human beings persist in interfering with it. 649: ¥|¤Uªº¶Â·t¤¤³£¼ç¥ñµÛÄ̶éMļ°Ê¡A --> The enclosing darkness hides anxiety and restlessness, 650: ³o©]Åã±o§ó¥[ÀI®m¡A¤]´N³ê¿ô¤F§AÁ`¦³ªº¨ººØ³Q¿s±´¡A³Q¸òÂÜ¡A³Q¥ñÀ»ªº¤£¦w¡A --> and this night seems to be even more perilous, awakening your phobia that you are being spied upon, stalked, about to be ambushed. 651: §A¨ÌµM±o¤£¨ìÆF»î¤¤´÷¨Dªº¨º¤À¹çÀR¡K¡K --> You can¡¦t get the spiritual tranquillity you crave . . . 652: ¡§¨Ó¤F¡I¡¨ --> ¡§Beibei¡¦s here!¡¨ 653: ´×¤lùؤ@¤ù¦£¶Ã¡A --> It¡¦s total chaos in the shed 654: ¤j®a³£°_¨Ó¤F¡A¸õ¤U¤F§É¡C --> and everyone¡¦s up and out of bed. 655: ´×¤l¥~­±©I¨ý©I¨ý¼QµÛ»ó®§¡A --> There¡¦s a loud snorting and grunting outside. 656: ³o´N¬O¥L­Ì´©±Ï¹Lªº¡A²£«á¯f¤Fªº¡AÄȾjªº¡A¨Ó§ä´M­¹ª«ªººµ¿ß¡I --> It¡¦s the baby panda they saved when it came fossicking for food, sick and starving! 657: ¦Ó¥¦´N¨Ó¤F¡A¥L­ÌªºÃd¨à¡A¥L­ÌªºÄ_¨©¡A¥Î¤ö¤l¥¶·kµÛªO¾À¡C --> And here is their pet, their treasure, clawing on the timber walls. 658: ¦³¤H¥ý¶}¤F¤@½uªùÁ_¡A©ðµÛ¤@±í¥É¦Ìµ°°{¤F¥X¥h¡A --> Someone opens the door a crack and slips out with a bucket of corn mush 659: ¤j®a¸òµÛ³£¶]¥X¥h¤F¡C --> and the rest quickly troop out after him. 660: ÂaÄgªº©]¦â¤¤¡A¤@°¦¦Ç¶Âªº¤j³Ã¥ë¥¿¤@·n¤@Â\¡A¨«°ÊµÛ¡C --> In the murky night this huge dark grey thing lumbers about. 661: ¨º¤H±N¥É¦Ìµ°¥ß¨è­Ë¦b¬ÖùØ¡A¥¦¸ò¤W«e¥h¡A©IÐô©IÐôµÛ²Ê®ð¡A --> Corn mush is quickly poured into a dish and this thing comes up to it, snorting and grunting noisily. 662: ¤â¹qµ©¥ú¥þ¸¨¨ì³o¶Â¸y³ò¶Â²´·ú¨­Âߦǥժº³¥Ã~¨­¤W¡C --> The torches are all trained on this animal with black semicircles around its black eyes. 663: ¥¦¤]¤£²z·|¡A¥uÅUµÛ¦Y¡AÀY³£¤£©ï¤@¤U¡C --> This doesn¡¦t worry it at all, it¡¦s completely engrossed in eating and doesn¡¦t look up even once. 664: °{¥ú¿Oª½«G¡A --> so there¡¦s a constant glare of flashlights, 665: ¤j®a½ü¬y´êªñ¥¦¨­®Ç¡A¥s¥¦¡A³r¥¦¡AºN¤@¤U¥¦¨ºµw±o¹³½Þ´Ä¼Ëªº¥Ö¤ò¡C --> and everyone takes a turn to go up to it, to call it, to tease it, and to touch its fur which is as hard as pig bristle. 666: ¥¦©ï°_ÀY¨Ó¡A --> It looks up 667: ¤H¤S³£¥^¦£°k¶}¡AÆp¶i´×ùØ¡C --> and everyone runs to take refuge back inside the shed. 668: ²¦³º¬O³¥Ã~¡A --> It is after all a wild animal 669: ¥¦²×©ó¦Y§¹¤F¡A§ì¤F®Ú¥Ì½©¡A«rµÛ¡A·n®ÌªÎ¤jªº§À¤Ú¡AÆp¶iÀç¦aÃä¤Wªº§N½b¦Ë©MÄéÂO¤¤¥h¤F¡C --> It eventually finishes eating and, grabbing a piece of sugar cane and chewing on it, saunters off towards the clumps of Cold Arrow Bamboos and bushes at the edge of the camp. 670: ¡§¥¦¦h¥b¬O³o®É­Ô¨Ó¡AÁ`¦b¤GÂI¨ì¤TÂI¤§¶¡¡C¡¨ --> ¡§It mostly comes at this time, round about two or three.¡¨ 671: ¡§¥¦ª¾¹D°Q¦Y¤F¡A³oÃaªF¦è¡I¡¨ --> ¡§It¡¦s good at begging for food, the cheeky devil.¡¨ 672: ¡§¥¦­D¤F¨Ç¡A§ÚºNªº¡C¡¨ --> ¡§It¡¦s fatter. I touched it.¡¨ 673: ¥L­Ì½Í½×±o³o¼Ë¼ö±¡¡AÁ¿­z¨C¤@­Ó²Ó¸`¡A --> They are very excited and go into minute details ¡V 674: ½Ö¤S»¡¥¦¦b¥É¦Ìµ°ùØÁÙ©ñ¤F¿}¡A¥¦¤]³ßÅw¦Y²¢ªº¡I --> Someone even said he¡¦d put sugar into the corn mush and that it likes eating sweet things! 675: ¥L­Ì¥­®É³£«Ü¤Ö¥æ½Í¡A --> Normally they scarcely speak to one another 676: ¥i½Í°_³o¨©¨©¡A´N¹³¬O¤j®aªº±¡¤H¡C --> but here they are talking about Beibei as if it¡¦s everyone¡¦s sweetheart. 677: §Ú¬Ý¤F¬Ýªí¡A --> I look at my watch, 678: ¥i¤£¡A --> That¡¦s just the way it is , 679: ¤s¤W³o³æ½Õ±I¹æªº¥Í¬¡¡A --> life is monotonous and lonely on the mountain 680: ´N¾a³oÂI¦w¼¢¡C --> and one needs this bit of comfort. 681: ¥L­Ì±q¨©¨©¤SÁ¿¨ì¤Féwéw¡C --> From Beibei they go on to talking about Hanhan. 682: ¤S±aµÛ½Þ¤ü¸òÂÜ·j¯Á¡A§ä¨ì¤F³o§Nªv©¾ªº®a©M¦Q¦b«Îò¤U¨÷°_ªº¥Ö¤l¡C --> They organized a search with tracker dogs and got to this Leng Zhizhong¡¦s house where they found the rolled up skin hanging under the eaves. 683: ¤Ñ±N«G®É¤À¡A¤SÅ¥¨£¨âÁnºjÅT¡A¨Ó¦ÛÀç¦a¤U¤è¡A --> Close to daybreak two shots sound from the lower part of the compound. 684: ³£«Ü¨I´e¡A°jÅT¦b¤s¨¦ùØ©ì±o«Üªø¡C´N¹³°h½£®É·m½£ùتº·Ï¤l¡A°j±ÛµÛ¤£ªÖ®ø´²¡C --> Their muffled echoes reverberate in the valley for a long time, stubbornly lingering like smoke in the barrel of a rifle that¡¦s been fired. 685: §A«á®¬§A¨S¦P¦o¬ù©w¦A¨£¡A --> You regret not fixing a time to see her again, 686: §A«á®¬§A¨S¦³¸òÂܦo¡A --> you regret not chasing after her, 687: §A«á®¬§A¨S¦³«i®ð¡A --> you regret your lack of courage, 688: Á`¤§¡A§A«á®¬§Aªº¥¢»~¡A --> To sum up, you regret losing the opportunity. 689: §AÃø±o¥¢¯v¡A --> You don¡¦t suffer from insomnia 690: ¦ý§A³ºµM¤@©]¨S¦³ºÎ¦n¡C --> but you sleep badly the whole night. 691: ¦­°_¡A§A¤Sı±o¯î­ð¡A --> You¡¦re up early, think it¡¦s all ridiculous 692: ¨ººØ­ð¬ð¦³·l§Aªº¦Û´L¡A --> That sort of rash behaviour damages one¡¦s self-esteem. 693: ¥i§A¤S°Q¹½§A¹L©ó²M¿ô¡C --> But then you detest yourself for being too rational. 694: §A³£¤£·|¥h·R¡A --> You don¡¦t even know how to go about starting a romance, 695: ³n®z±o¥¢¥h¤F¨k¤lªº®ð·§¡A --> you¡¦re so weak you¡¦ve lost your manliness, 696: «á¨Ó¡A§AÁÙ¬O¨M©w¡A¨ìªeÃä¥h¡A¥h¸Õ¸Õ¹B®ð¡C --> Afterwards, however, you decide to go to the riverside to try your luck. 697: ¦­°_¡A´ç¤f¤Q¤ÀÁc¦£¡C --> From early morning it¡¦s busy at the crossing. 698: ²î¤WÀ½º¡¤F¤H¡A¦Y¤ô½u¨ì¤F²î¨¹¤lÃä¤W¡C --> The water level goes right up the sides of the ferry as people cram into it. 699: ²î­è¾a½XÀY¡AÆl÷ÁÙ¨S¦³¬C¦í¡A¤H³£·mµÛ¤W©¤¡A --> As it docks , even before the ropes are tied, people fight to get ashore. 700: ¬DªºÆYµ¨©M±ÀµÛªº¦Û¦æ¨®¸I¸I¼²¼²¡A¤H­Ì¥s½|µÛ¡A¾Ö¦V¥«Âí¡C --> People with big baskets on carrying poles and people pushing bicycles jostle one another, all shouting and swearing as they surge towards the town. 701: ´ç²î¨Ó¨Ó¦^¦^¡A²×©ó§â¹ï©¤¨FÅy¤W­Ô²îªº¤H³£¸ü¤F¹L¨Ó¡A --> The ferry shuttles back and forth and eventually brings across all the people from the other shore. 702: ´ç¤f³oÃä¤]¤~²MÀR¡C --> This side of the crossing also turns quiet. 703: ¥u¦³§AÁÙ§¤¦b²D«FùØ¡A¹³¤@­Ó¶Ì¥Ê¡A·Ù¦³¤¶¨Æ¡Aµ¥¤@­Ó¨S¦³¬ù©wªº¬ù·|¡A¤@­Ó¨ÓµLÂÜ¥hµL¼vªº¤k¤H¡A --> Only you are left sitting in the pavilion, like an idiot, pretending to wait for an appointment which wasn¡¦t made , with a woman who came and vanished , 704: §AµL«D¬O¬¡±oµL²á¡A --> Could it be that you¡¦re bored, 705: §A¨º¥­±eªº¥Í¬¡¡A¨S¦³¤õªá¡A¨S¦³¿E±¡¡A³£·Ð¿°³y¤F¡A --> that you¡¦re fed up with your monotonous life devoid of passion and excitement 706: ÁÙ¤S·Q­«·s¶}©l¥Í¬¡¡A¥h¦A¸g¾ú¦AÅéÅç¤@¦^¡H --> and that you want to live again, to experience life again? 707: ªeÃ䤣ª¾¦ó®É¤S¼ö¾x°_¨Ó¤F¡A³o¦^³£¬O¤k¤H¡C --> The river-bank is suddenly bustling with activity, this time they¡¦re all women. 708: ¤@­Ó®ÁµÛ¤@­Ó¡A³£¦b¶K¤ôÃ䪺¥Û¶¥¤W¡A¤£¬O¬~¦çªA´N¬O¬~µæ²^¦Ì¡C --> They crowd onto the stone steps by the water ¡Vsome washing clothes and others washing vegetables and rice. 709: ¯¸¦b²îÀY¼µ¿tªºº~¤l¨R¥Û¶¥¤Wªº¤k¤H¥s³Û¡C --> and the fellow standing at the row with the punt-pole shouts at the women. 710: ¤k¤H­Ì¼T¼T³å³å¤]³£¤£Åý¡A --> The women shout back 711: §A©ó¬O³º¤S¨£¨ì¤F¦oªº¨­¼v¡A --> Just then you see her again. 712: §A»¡§A·Q¦o·|¨Óªº¡A·|¦A¨Ó³o²D«FÃä¤W¡A --> You say you thought she¡¦d come , that she¡¦d return to the pavilion 713: §A»¡¬O¤@¦ì¦Ñ¤H§i¶D§Aªº¡A¥L·í®É¤]§¤¦b³o²D«FùØ¡A --> You say an old man sitting in the pavilion told you about it. 714: ¦o»¡¦o®`©È«ÕÆF¡A --> She says she¡¦s terrified of demons 715: ¨º«K¤£¦p»¡¶ã¶ãªº¹³°ªÀ£½u¤W§j¹Lªº­·¡C --> so you say that his rasping voice was like the wind blowing onto high-voltage wires. 716: §A»¡³oÂí¤l¡m¥v°O¡nùئ­¦³°O¸ü¡A¦Ó²´«eªº´ç¤f¦­¦~¶¡¥s°µ¬ê´ç¡A --> You say there are town records dating back to the Historical Records and that in early times this crossing used to be called Yu Crossing. 717: ¶Ç»¡¤j¬êªv¤ô´N±q³oùظg¹L¡C --> Legend has it that when Yu the Great quelled the floods, he crossed here. 718: §AÅý¦o¬Ý³o´Y¬W¤Wªº®æÁp¡A³£¥X©ó§º¥N¦W¤h¤§¤â¡A --> You show her the couplet written by the famous Song Dynasty scholar. 719: §A¨Ó§ä´MªºÆF¤s¡A¥j¤H¦­¤w«ü©ú¡C --> The Lingshan you seek was known to men of ancient times, 720: ¥@¥@¥N¥N¥Í¬¡¦b³oùتº¶m¨½¤H«o¤£ª¾¹D³oùتº¾ú¥v¡A¥L­Ì¬Æ¦Ü³£¤£ª¾¹D¥L­Ì¦Û¤v¡C --> however the generations of villagers who have lived here since don¡¦t know the history of the place, don¡¦t know about themselves. 721: §A°Ý¦o¬Û«H¤£¬Û«H¡H --> You ask if she believes you. 722: §Gº¡§é½KªºÁy¥Ö¹³ÁʤFªºÅÚ½³¡A --> and her wrinkled face is like a salted turnip. 723: ¬¡²æ¤@¨ã¤ì¤D¥ì¡A --> She¡¦s like a mummy, 724: ¥u¦³²`³´ªº²´ºÛùبâÂI´²º©µL¥úªº²´¯]ÁÙ·|°Ê¼u¡C --> there¡¦s no movement except in her dull, lustreless, sunken eyes. 725: ¤£ºÞ¬O¥L¥»®a§Ì¥S¤¤¥L±Æ¦æ¦Ñ¤G¡AÁÙ¬Oª÷Äõµ²¸q¡A´«¶K«ôªº§â¤l¡A --> Whether he came second amongst his siblings or was honoured with the nickname to get on good terms with him is of little consequence, 726: §O¬Ý¦o§¤ªºªùÂeùؤѤ«¤£¤j¡A --> The courtyard beyond the doorsill she¡¦s sitting on isn¡¦t huge 727: ¥i¤@¶i°|¤l®MµÛ¤@¶i¡A --> but there are a series of courtyards. 728: ³s¨ß¤l¤]À´±o¤£¦YºÛÃä¯ó¡C --> Well, even rabbits don¡¦t eat the grass growing close to the burrow. 729: ­n¬½¡A¨k¤H¬½¤£¹L¤k¤H¡C --> men are no match for women when it comes to being cruel. 730: ®È¹C¿ìªº¥D¥ô¬O§d¦Ñ®vË»·@°üªº®Q¸¤¡A­n¤£³o®t¨Æ¤]¸¨¤£¨ì¥LÀY¤W¡C --> The director of the tourist office is the uncle of the wife of Wu¡¦s nephew, otherwise he wouldn¡¦t have got the job. 731: ¤Z¤g¥Í¤gªøªº¨{¤lùس£¦³¨Ç´x¬G¡A --> People born and brought up in the locality all have stories to tell 732: ¯à¼g¤å³¹ªº³oÂí¤W¤]¤£¥u¥L¤@­Ó¡C --> and he¡¦s not the only one in town who can write . 733: ½Ö¤S¤£·Q«C¥v¯d¦W¡H§ó¦óªpÁÙ¥i¥H¹w¤ä¨Ç¤£¥s½Z¶O¥s¥[¯Z¶O§@¬°³ø¹S¡C --> Who doesn¡¦t want to go down in the annals of history and moreover be able to draw advance overtime payments as well as a writer¡¦s fee? 734: ¦A»¡¡A³o§d¦Ñ®v¤]¬O¥»¦a¥@®a¡A --> Wu is a local from a family which has been influential for generations. 735: ²{¤µªº¨T¨®¯¸´N¦b¥¿µóªººÉÀYÀs¤ý¼qªºÂ§}¡C --> The present bus station is located at the end of the main street, on the old site of the Dragon King Temple. 736: Ær¹ª»ô¶ã¡Aº¡µó¤W¤HÀY¸òµÛöã°Ê¡C --> At the sound of the gongs and drums, the heads in the crowd thronging the streets begin to move to the beat. 737: ªu©¤ªº©±¾Q¡A®a®aªù¤f³£¼µ¥X¦Ë¬ñ¡A±¾ªº¬õ¥]¡A©Î¦h©Î¤Ö³£¥]´X­Ó½à¿ú¡A --> The shops along the river all have their bamboo poles out with red packets of cash dangling from them, 738: ¤@¦~ªº¥Í·N½Ö¤S¤£¹Ï­Ó¦N¼y¡C --> everyone wants good business during the year. 739: ³q±`¡AÁ`¬OÀs¤ý¼q±×¹ï­±¦Ì¦æ¿ú¦ÑÁ󪺬õ¥]³Ì¤j¡A --> The red packets of old man Qian in the rice shop diagonally opposite the Dragon King Temple are the most ucrative 740: ÂùªÑ¤­¦ÊÅTªº¬¶¥M±q¼Ó¤W¤@ª½±¾¤U¨Ó¡C --> and two strings of five hundred crackers hang from his upstairs window. 741: ­A¿Oªº´N¦b³o»÷»÷¥z¥z¤õ¥ú¥|Âq¤¤¤jÅ㨭¤â¡A --> It¡¦s among exploding crackers and in a sea of light that the lantern performers demonstrate their prowess. 742: ¤@±ø±øÀs¿O»R±o¦b¦a¤WÂàµÛ¥´ºu¡A --> One after the other, the dragons wheel and somersault : 743: ¬DÀY­A¸²yªº«h³Ì½æ®ð¤O¡C --> it¡¦s hardest for the performers manipulating the dragon¡¦s head or holding the embroidered ball. 744: »¡µÛ´N¨Ó¤F¨â±ø¡A --> And while I¡¦m telling you this, two dragons appear ¡V 745: §AÁÙ¬O»¡¤U¥h¡C»¡³o±ø«CÀs¡H»¡³o­A«CÀsªº§d¶Q¤l¬O³oÂí¤WºÉ¤H¬Òª¾ªº¤@§â¦n¤â¡H --> But you do , and go on to tell about the black dragon and about Wu Guizi, the great performer everyone in town knows . 746: ¦~»´­·¬yªº·@°ü­Ì¨£¤F¨S¦³¤£²´¼öªº¡A¤£¬O¥s¶Q¤l¡A³Ü¤f¯ù§a¡A´N¬Oµ¹¥L´¢¤@¸J¦Ì°s¡C --> The young women are all besotted with him and if they see him they call out, Guizi, come in for some tea, or they bring him a bowl of liquor. 747: ¤°»ò¡H§A»¡§Aªº¡C --> What? You go on with your story. 748: ³o§d¶Q¤l¤ÞµÛ«CÀs¤@¸ô­A¨Ó¡A --> Wu Guizi, performing in the lead, approaches with the black dragon. 749: ´ý¨­¦­¤w¼ö®ð»]ÄË¡A¨ì¤FÀs¤ý¼q«e¡A¯Á©Ê§â¥¬·f¤l¤]¸Ñ¤F¡A´N¤â¥µµ¹µó¤W¬Ý¼ö¾xªº¼ô¤H¡A --> He¡¦s covered in sweat and in front of the Dragon King Temple unbuttons his vest and tosses it to someone he knows in the crowd. 750: ¥L¯Ý²ã¤W´N¨ëªº«CÀs¤@±ø¡A --> There¡¦s a black dragon tattoo on his chest 751: ¨â®Çªº¤p¤l­Ì¤£¥Ñ±o¤@°}¤l¥s¦n¡C --> and the youngsters on the street shout their approval. 752: ³o®É¡A½\¨Ó§øªº¨ªÀs¤]±q¤UµóÀY¨ì¤F¡C --> At this point, the red dragon from Gulaicun comes onto the scene from the other end of the street. 753: ³£­n¤F°_¨Ó¡C --> and both begin to perform at the same time. 754: ³o¤@«C¤@¨ª¨â±øÀs¿Oùس£ÂIªºÄúÀë¡A --> The red and the black dragons are lanterns lit by candles 755: ´N¨£¨â±ø¤õÀs¦b¤HÀY¸}©³ºu°Ê¡A»¡©ù­º³£©ù­º¡A»¡Â\§À³£Â\§À¡A --> and two fiery dragons are seen prancing amongst the heads and feet of the crowd, suddenly rearing their heads and wagging their tails. 756: ¨º¨ªÀs¤]¤£§t½k¡A --> The red dragon also puts on a good performance ¡V 757: ºòºò¨n¦í¸²y¡A©¹¨Ó¬ï±ô¡A¹³¤@±ø«r¦í¤F¬¡ª«ªº¤j¸¼°G¡C --> following the embroidered ball closely, it thrusts forward and back like a centipede biting into some living thing. 758: ÂùªÑ¤­¦ÊÅTªºÃ@¬¶­è©ñ§¹¡A¤S¦³¹Ù­p¬µ¤F´X­Ó¤Ñ¦aÅT¡C --> Just as the two strings of five hundred small crackers finish, the employees let off a few bungers. 759: ¨â¶¤¤H°¨¡A®ð³Ý¦S¦S¡A¦½¬z¬z³£¹³­è¥X¤ôªºªdÄÏ¡A¤@°_¾Ö¨ìÂdÂiÃä¤W¨Ó·m¬D¦b¦Ë¬ñ¤Wªº¬õ¥]¡A --> The two teams of contestants, panting and dripping with sweat like eels coming out of water, charge up to grab the red packet hanging from the pole next to the counter. 760: ³º³Q½\¨Ó§ø¤@­Ó¤p¤lÅD°_¤@§â§ì¦b¤â¤ß¡C --> In one bound, it is seized by a youth from Gulaicun. 761: ·í¤UÂù¤èªº¥s½|«K¥N´À¤FÃ@¬¶¡A --> Loud swearing between the two teams replaces the sound of crackers 762: ¶i¦Ó³o¤@«C¤@¨ª¨â±øÀs«KªÈÄñ¦b¤@°_¡AÃø¸ÑÃø¤À¡C --> and then the black and red dragons are embroiled in a fight. 763: Åå¥sªº·Ó¨Ò¬O¤p«Ä©M°ü¤H®a¡A --> As usual the children and women start screaming 764: ¯¸¦bªù¤f¹¹¤l¤W¬Ý¼ö¾xªº¤k¤H©ê¤F«Ä¤l¡A¸ú¶iªùùØ¡A --> and women who had been standing on stools at doorways to watch the fun grab their children and retreat indoors. 765: ¯d¤UªºªO¹¹«K¦¨¤F¬Û¤¬®æ°«ªº¥û¾¹¡C --> The stools they leave behind turn into vicious weapons for both sides. 766: ³oÂí¤½©Òùح˦³¤@¦W¨µÄµ¡A --> The town does have a policeman 767: ºû«ùªv¦w¡AÁ`¤£¯à¥Õ·F¡C --> preserving public order isn¡¦t free of charge after all. 768: ³o¤@Ãþ¥Á¨ÆªÈ¯É¤S¤£¦Y©x¥q¡A --> Civil disturbances of this nature don¡¦t involve the law. 769: ªZ°«ªºµ²ªG¡A«CÀs¶¤¦º¤F¤@­Ó¡A¨ªÀs¶¤¦º¤F¨â­Ó¡A --> The fight results in one death in the black dragon team and two in the red dragon team, 770: ©¯Á«¶K¤F±¾¬õ¿OÅ¢ªº³ß¬K°ó¹j¾À­ð³Â¤l¯ª¶Çªºª¯¥Ö»IÃÄ¡A¤~´z¦^¨Ó¤@±ø©Ê©R¡C --> Luckily, they managed to save his life by using dogskin plaster, a family prescription from Pockmark Tang¡¦s which is next door to Joy of Spring Hall, the brothel with the red lanterns hanging outside. 771: ¥i¤]ºâ¬O¬G¨Æ¡A¤]ÁÙ¥i¥H¦AÁ¿¤U¥h¡C¤H¤£­nÅ¥¡C --> and it¡¦s a story you could go on telling, except that she doesn¡¦t want to listen. 772: ¦P§Ú¤@°_¤W¤s¨Óªº¨º¦ì¦Ñ´Óª«¾Ç®a¡Aµo²{¤F¤@´Ê¥¨¤jªº¤ô«C¾ð¡A --> the old botanist who came with me onto the mountain discovers a giant metasequoia. 773: ¤@¦Ê¸U¦~«e¦B¤t®É¥N¤F¹M´Óª«ªº¬¡¤Æ¥Û¡A¦³¥|¤Q¦h¤½¤Ø°ª¡C --> It is a living fern fossil more than forty metres high, a solitary remnant of the ice age a million years ago, 774: ¾ð·F¤W¦³­Ó¤j¬}¡A¥i¥H°µºµªº±_¥Þ¡C --> There¡¦s a huge cavernous hole in the trunk which could be a panda¡¦s den. 775: ¥LÅý§Úª¦¹L¥h¬Ý¬Ý¡A»¡¬O¦³ºµªº¸Ü¡A¤]¥u¥V¤Ñ¤~«Ý¦bùØ­±¡C --> He tells me to climb in and have a look, saying that if it did belong to a panda it would only be inside during winter. 776: §ÚÆp¶i¥h¤F¡A --> I do as he says . 777: ¬}¾ÀùØ­±¤]ªøº¡¤F­aÄö¡C --> The walls are covered in moss. 778: ³o¤j¾ðùØ¥~³£¤ò ¯ñ¯ñªº¡A --> The inside and outside of this huge tree has a green fuzz growing on it 779: ¨º½L®Ú¿ù¸`¡AÀs³D¤@¯ë¡Aª¦¦æ¦b©P³ò¤@¤j¤ù¯ó¤ì©MÄéÂO¤¤¡C --> and the gnarled roots are like dragons and snakes crawling everywhere over a large area of shrubs and bushes. 780: ¡§³o¤~¬O­ì©l¥ÍºA¡A¦~»´¤H¡A¡¨¥L¥Îµn¤sÂîºVµÛ¤ô«C¾ð·F»¡¡A --> ¡§Now here¡¦s primitive ecology for you, young man,¡¨ he says striking his mountaineering pick on the trunk of the metasequoia. 781: ¥L¦bÀç¦aùاâ©Ò¦³ªº¤H³£¥s°µ¦~»´¤H¡C --> He calls everyone in the camp young man. 782: ¥L¤Ö»¡¤]¤»¤Q¥XÀY¤F¡A¨­Åé«Ü¦n¡A©ÖµÛ³o§âµn¤s·d§@¬°©ä§ú¡A¤]Áٯມ¤s¶]¡C --> He¡¦s at least sixty, in excellent health, and gets around everywhere on the mountain using his mountaineering pick as a walking stick. 783: ³oùؤw¸g¨S¦³ÄY®æ·N¸q¤Wªº­ì©l´ËªL¡A --> Strictly speaking, there are no primary forests here. 784: ¥L¨Ó±Ä¶°¤jºµ¿ßªº­¹ª«§N½b¦Ëªº¼Ð¥»ªº¡C --> He¡¦s here collecting specimens of Cold Arrow Bamboo, the food of the giant panda. 785: §Ú³­¥LÆp¶i¤@¤H¦h°ª¬\¦ºªº§N½b¦ËÂO¤¤¡A --> I go with him into a clump of dead Cold Arrow Bamboos which are the height of a man, 786: ¨S¦³§ä¨ì¤@´Ê¬¡ªº¦Ë¤l¡C --> but there isn¡¦t a single live bamboo plant to be found. 787: ¥L»¡³o§N½b¦Ë±q¶}ªá¨ìµ²¬ó¬\¦º¨ìºØ¤l¦AµoªÞ¦¨ªø¦A¨ì¶}ªá¡A¾ã¾ã¤»¤Q¦~¡A --> He says it takes a full sixty years for the Cold Arrow Bamboo to go through the cycle of flowering, seeding, dying and for the seeds to sprout, grow, and flower. 788: ¡§¤Hªk¦a¡A¦aªk¤Ñ¡BµLªk¹D¡A¹Dªk¦ÛµM¡A¡¨¥L¤jÁn»¡¹D¡A --> ¡§Man follows earth, earth follows sky, sky follows the way, the way follows nature,¡¨ he proclaims loudly. 789: ¡§¤£­n¥h°µ¹H¤Ï¦ÛµM¥»©Êªº¨Æ±¡¡A¤£­n¥h°µ¨º¤£¥i¬°ªº¨Æ±¡¡C¡¨ --> ¡§Don¡¦t commit actions which go against the basic character of nature, don¡¦t commit acts which should not be committed.¡¨ 790: ¡§¨º»ò³o·m±Ïºµ¿ß¦³¤°»ò¬ì¾Ç¤Wªº»ù­È¡H¡¨§Ú°Ý¡C --> ¡§Then what scientific value is there in saving the giant panda?¡¨ I ask . 791: ¡§¤£¹L¬O³o­Ó¶H¼x¡A¤@ºØ¦w¼¢¡A¤H»Ý­n¦Û¤v´ÛÄF¦Û¤v¡A --> ¡§It¡¦s symbolic, it¡¦s a sort of reassurance ¡V people need to deceive themselves. 792: ¤@¤è­± ¥h·m±Ï¤@­Ó¤w¸g¥¢¥h¥Í¦s¯à¤Oªºª«ºØ¡A --> We¡¦re preoccupied with saving a species which no longer has the capacity for survival 793: §ó§O»¡ªø¦¿¡C --> but the Yangtze is much worse 794: ²§·Q¤Ñ¶}¡A·íµM«Ü®öº©¡C --> Of course it¡¦s romantic to indulge in wild fantasy 795: ³o¦a½è¤WªºÂ_¼h¡A¾ú¥v¤W´N¦³¹L³\¦h±Y¶òªº¬ö¿ý¡A --> but the place lies on a geological fault and has many documented records of landslides throughout its history. 796: ¤H³o¼Ë±°¹Ü¦ÛµM¡A¦ÛµMÁ`­n³ø´_ªº¡I¡¨ --> but when people assault nature like this nature inevitably takes revenge!¡¨ 797: §Ú­Ì¦bªL¤lùØ¬ï¦æ¡A©P³ò¬O»ô¸y²`ªº³e²³¡A --> I go with him through the forest, surrounded by waist-high cyrtomiums 798: ¤@°é°é½ü¥Íªº¸­¤l¹³¥¨¤jªºº|¤æ¡C --> ¡V their leaves grow out in circles and they look like huge funnels. 799: §ó¬°ºÑºñªº«h¬O¤C¤ù¸­¤l½ü¥Íªº°­¿OÀº¡A --> Of an even deeper green is the edible tulip, which has seven leaves growing out in a circle. 800: ¨ì³B³£¤@¤ù³±À㪺®ð®§¡C --> There¡¦s an all-pervading dampness everywhere. 801: ¡§³o¯ó²õ¤¤¦³³D¶Ü¡H¡¨§Ú¤£¸T°Ý¡C --> I can¡¦t help asking, ¡§Are there snakes in the undergrowth?¡¨ 802: ¡§ÁÙ¤£¨ì©u¸`¡A --> ¡§It¡¦s not the season yet, 803: ªì®Lªº®É­Ô¡A¤Ñ·x©M¤F¡A¥¦­Ì¤~¥û²r¡C¡¨ --> it¡¦s only in early summer when it gets warmer that they¡¦re quite vicious.¡¨ 804: ¡§¥i©Èªº¤£¬O³¥Ã~¡A¥i©Èªº¬O¤H¡I¡¨ --> ¡§It¡¦s people and not animals that are frightening!¡¨ 805: ¥L»¡¥L¦~»´ªº®É­Ô¡A´¿¸g¤@¤Ñ¤¤¸I¨ì¤T°¦ªê¡A --> He tells me that as a young man he encountered three tigers on the same day. 806: ¡§ªê¤@¯ë¤£Å§À»¤H¡A --> ¡§Tigers generally don¡¦t attack people 807: µØ«nªê³£¤w¸gµ´¸ñ¤F¡C --> In South China tigers are already extinct. 808: §A²{¦b­n¸I¨ì¦ÑªêÁÙ¯uºâ§A¹B®ð¡C¡¨¥L¼J¯º¹D¡C --> If you come upon a tiger nowadays you can count yourself lucky,¡¨ he says sardonically. 809: ¡§°²ªº¡I³s³Õª«À]³£¦¬¤£¨ì¦Ñªêªº¼Ð¥»¡A --> ¡§It¡¦s fake! Even museums can¡¦t get hold of tiger bones, 810: ¥L«¢«¢¤j¯º¡A³ÝµÛ®ð¡A¾a¦bµn¤sÂî¤W·²¤F¤@·|¡A --> He roars with laughter and has to lean on his mountaineering pick to catch his breath. 811: ¦~»´¤H¡A¦ÛµM¨Ã¤£¥i©È¡A --> Young man, nature is not frightening, 812: ¥i©Èªº¬O¤H¡I --> it¡¦s people who are frightening! 813: ¥i¤H³oªF¦è¡A·íµMÁo©ú¡A --> This creature known as man is of course highly intelligent, 814: ¤°»ò¤£¥i¥H»s³y¥X¨Ó¡H±qÁÁ¨¥¨ì¸ÕºÞÀ¦¨à¡A --> he¡¦s capable of manufacturing almost anything from rumours to test-tube babies 815: ¥t¤@¤è­±«o¦b¨C¤Ñ®ø·À¨â¨ì¤T­Óª«ºØ¡A --> and yet he destroys two to three species every day. 816: ³o´N¬O¤Hªºµê¦k¡C¡¨ --> This is the absurdity of man.¡¨ 817: ³oÀç¦aùاڥu¦³¥L¬O¥i¥H¥æ½Íªº¡A --> He¡¦s the only person in the camp I can have a conversation with, 818: ¤]³\¦]¬°²¦³º³£±q¨º­ÓÁcµØªº¥@¬É¨Óªº¡A --> maybe it¡¦s because we¡¦re both from the world of hustle and bustle. 819: ¨ä¥L¤Hªø¦~¦b³o¤sùØ¡A --> The others are in the mountains all year long, 820: §Ú¬°§ÚµLªk¦P¥L­Ì¥æ¬y¦³¨Ç­W´o¡C --> It¡¦s frustrating not being able to engage the others in conversation. 821: §Ú·íµM¤]ª¾¹D§Ú¦b¥L­Ì²´ùؤ£¹L¬O­Ó¦n©_ªº®È¹CªÌ¡C --> I know that they only think of me as an inquisitive tourist. 822: ¬OÅéÅç¤@¤U³oºØ¬ì¾Ç¦Ò¹îÀç¦aªº¥Í¬¡¡H --> Is it to experience life in a scientific research camp such as this? 823: ¦pªG¶È¶È¬°¤F°kÁ×§Ú¹J¨ìªº§x¹Ò¡A¤]ÁÙ¥i¥H¦³§ó»´ÃPªº¿ìªk¡C --> If it¡¦s just to get away from the problems I was experiencing , there are easier ways. 824: ¨º»ò¡A¤]³\¬O·Q§ä´M¥t¤@ºØ¥Í¬¡¡H --> Then maybe it¡¦s to find another sort of life. 825: ¤£ª¾¹D§ä´M¤°»ò¤~¬O¯u¥¿ªº­W´o¡C --> Not knowing what one is looking for is pure agony. 826: ¥Í¬¡¥»¨­¨ÃµLÅÞ¿è¥i¨¥¡A¤S¬°¤°»ò­n¥ÎÅÞ¿è¨Óºtö·N¸q¡H --> Life has no logic, so why does there have to be logic to explain what it means ? 827: ¦A»¡¡A¨ºÅÞ¿è¤S¬O¤°»ò¡H --> Also, what is logic? 828: §Ú·Q¡A§Ú»Ý­n±q«ä¿ë¤¤¸Ñ²æ¥X¨Ó¡A --> I think I need to break away from analytical thinking, 829: ³o¤~¬O§Úªº¯fµh¡C --> this is the cause of all my anxieties. 830: §Ú°Ý´À§Ú§ì¯ó°Dªº¦Ñ§d³oùØÁÙ¦³¨S¦³­ì©l´ËªL¡H --> I ask Wu (the one who removed the tick for me) if there are other ancient forests in the vicinity. 831: ¥L»¡³o©P³ò¦­¥ý³£¬O¡C --> He says they used to be all around. 832: §Ú»¡¨º·íµM¡A°ÝÃD¬O²{¦b­þ¨½ÁÙ¯à§ä¨ì¡H --> I say this is indeed so but I want to know where I¡¦ll now be able to find one. 833: §Ú°Ý¬O¤ì¬OÀç¦a¤U¤è¡A¦³¤@±ø³q©¹¤@­Ó®l¨¦ªº¤p¸ô¡A --> I ask if it¡¦s the track in the lower part of the camp leading into a valley. 834: ®l¨¦¤W¤è¡A¤@¶ô»rÅSªº©¥¾À¡A --> The upper part of the valley is a bare cliff 835: »·¬Ý¹³»a²õªºªL®ü¤¤«_¥X¨Óªº¤@¶ô¥Õ¥ÛÀY¡C --> and from a distance it looks like a white rock sticking out of a green sea of forest. 836: ¥LÂIÀY»¡¬O¡C --> He nods to say yes. 837: ªL¬Û­n´ËÄY±o¦h¡A --> The forest looks quite forbidding 838: ¥i¤s¼îùؤ]Á٭˵ۥ¼³Q¤s¤ô¨R¤U¥hªº¤@´Ê´Ê¥¨¾ð¯Q¶ÂªºÂß·F¡C --> and the creek is full of huge black trunks which the current didn¡¦t carry down. 839: ¡§³o«OÅ@°Ïùبs³ºÁÙ¦³¨S¦³¤H¤u²ª¸ñªº­ì©l´ËªL¡H¡¨ --> ¡§But does the reserve have ancient forests which haven¡¦t been desecrated by workers?¡¨ 840: ¥þ³£¬O¦a§Î½ÆÂøªº¤j®l¨¦¡I --> it¡¦s a huge gully with very difficult terrain! 841: ©P³ò¬O¤­¤d¨ì¤»¤d¦h¤½¤Øªº¤j³·¤s¡C¡¨ --> And there are 5000- to 6000-metre snowclad mountains all around.¡¨ 842: ¥L»¡¥h¦~¦³¨â¦ì·s¤À°t¨Ó¤u§@ªº¤j¾Ç²¦·~¥Í¡A®³¤F¥]»æ°®¡A±aµÛù½L¡A¥H¬°¨S¨Æ¡A --> He says last year two university graduates who¡¦d just been assigned to work here set off with a bag of biscuits and a compass thinking they¡¦d have no problems. 843: ¥L§i»|§Ú¤@­Ó¤Hµ´¤£¯à¨«»·¡A§Ú¹ê¦b·Q­n¶i­ì©l´ËªL¬Ý¬Ýªº¸Ü¡A¥u¦³µ¥¥L­Ì¦³¤H¥h¤Q¤@M¤Q¤GM§@·~¡A¦¬¶°¤jºµ¿ß¬¡°Ê«H¸¹ªº®É­Ô¡C --> He warns that I absolutely must not go off too far on my own and that if I really want to go and have a look at the forest I¡¦ll have to wait until someone goes to 11M 12M to collect the signals on giant panda activity. 844: §A¦³¤ß¨Æ¡H§A»¡¡A³rµÛ¦oª±¡C --> Are you in some sort of trouble? you say , teasing her. 845: §A«ç»ò¬Ý±o¥X¨Ó¡H --> What makes you say that? 846: ³o©úÂ\µÛ¡A¤@­Ó¤k«Ä¤l¿W¦Û¶]¨ì³oºØ¦a¤è¨Ó¡C --> It¡¦s obvious, a young woman coming to a place like this on her own. 847: §A¤£¤]¤@­Ó¤H¡H --> Aren¡¦t you also on your own? 848: ³o¬O§Úªº¶Ý¦n¡A --> This is a habit of mine, 849: §Ú³ß¤@­Ó¤H¹C¿º¡A --> I like wandering around on my own, 850: ¥i¥H¨I«ä­ß·Q¡C --> it lets me think about lots of things. 851: ±o¤F§a¡A¤£¥u¬O§A­Ì¨k¤H¤~¦³«ä·Q¡C --> Come on, it¡¦s not just you men who think . 852: «ê«ê¬O¦³ªº¨k¤H¨Ã¨S¦³«ä·Q¡I --> Actually, some men don¡¦t think at all! 853: ¬Ý¨Ó§A¹J¨ì¤F§xÃø¡C --> You seem to be in some sort of trouble. 854: ¨Ã¤£«D­n¦³§xÃø¡C --> but that doesn¡¦t necessarily mean they¡¦re in trouble. 855: µ¥§Ú»Ý­nªº®É­Ô¡C --> Wait until I need it. 856: §A²{¦b¨S¦³³oºØ»Ý­n¡H --> Don¡¦t you need it now? 857: §Ú¥u»Ý­n¤@­Ó¤H¡A½Ö¤]§O¨Ó¥´ÂZ§Ú¡C --> I just need to be alone, I don¡¦t want anyone upsetting me. 858: ¨º§A©Ó»{§A¦³·Ð´o¡C --> Then you admit something is worrying you. 859: ·Ð´o¤H¤H³£¦³¡C --> Everyone has worries. 860: ¬°¤°»ò¡H --> What makes you say that? 861: ³o¤£»Ý­n«Ü¦h¾Ç°Ý¡C --> It doesn¡¦t take a great deal of education. 862: §A³o¤H¯uªo¡C --> You¡¦re so glib. 863: ¦pªGÁÙ¤£¦Ü©ó°Q¹½ªº¸Ü¡C --> As long as it doesn¡¦t offend you. 864: ¨Ã¤£µ¥©ó³ßÅw¡C --> That¡¦s not the same as liking it. 865: ¥i¤]¤£©Úµ´¡A¤@°_ªuªe©¤¨«¨«¡H --> Nevertheless, she doesn¡¦t refuse your suggestion to go for a stroll along the river. 866: §A»Ý­nÃÒ©ú§AÁÙ¦³§l¤Þ©h®Qªº¯à¤O¡C --> You need to prove you are still attractive to women. 867: ¦o©~µMÀH¦P§A¡AªuµÛ³ö©¤¡A¦V¤W´å¨«¥h¡C --> She goes with you along the embankment, upstream. 868: §A»Ý­n§ä´M§Ö¼Ö¡A --> You need to search for happiness 869: ¦o»Ý­n§ä´Mµh­W¡C --> and she needs to search for suffering. 870: ¦o»¡¦o¤£´±´Â¤U±æ¡A --> She says she doesn¡¦t dare look down. 871: §A»¡§A´Nª¾¹D¦o®`©È¡C --> You say you know she¡¦s afraid. 872: ¦o«¢«¢¯º¤F°_¨Ó¡A --> She starts laughing loudly 873: §A´N¤£´±¸õ¤U¥h¡A§A»¡µÛ«K¬G·N¶KµÛ³ö©¤¨«¡A --> But you don¡¦t dare jump, you say , deliberately going to the edge. 874: °~ª½ªº³ö©¤¤U¡Aªe¤ôºuºu¡C --> Below the steep embankment is the surging river. 875: §Ú¸òµÛ´N¸õ¤U¥h±Ï§A¡C --> I¡¦ll jump in and save you. 876: §Aª¾¹D³o¼Ë¯à³Õ±o¦oªºÅw¤ß¡C --> You know if you say this you¡¦ll make her happy. 877: ¦o»¡¦o¦³ÂI·w¯t¡A¤S»¡¨º¬O«Ü®e©ö¸õ¤U¥hªº¡A --> She says she feels dizzy, that it¡¦d be easy to jump. 878: §A»¡³oªeùØ´N¸õ¤U¹L¤@¦ì¦P¦o¤@¼Ë±q«°¥«ùبӪº©h®Q¡A --> You say a young woman just like her from the city jumped into the river. 879: §A¤£¬O»¡¦o´N«ç»ò½ÆÂø¡A --> You¡¦re not saying she¡¦s complicated, 880: §A¬O»¡¤µ¤Ñªº¤H¸û¤§¬Q¤Ñ¤]Áo©ú¤£¤F³\¦h¡A --> just that people today aren¡¦t significantly more intelligent than they were yesterday 881: ¦Ó¬Q¤Ñ´N¦b§A§Ú­±«e¡C --> and yesterday is right there in front of you and me. 882: §A»¡¨º¬O­Ó¨S¦³¤ë«Gªº©]±ß¡A --> You say it was a moonless night 883: ®È¹Cªº³£±Nª¦¨ì¨º¥ÛÀY¤W©ç·Ó¡A --> and the tourists all climb on it to have their photos taken . 884: ¯d©Àªº¤S¥u¬O³o«á¨ÓªºÃD¦r¡A --> It¡¦s only the inscription that remains 885: »¡¤U¥h¡A¦o»´Ánµª¹D¡C --> Go on, she replies softly. 886: ©}¦ºªºÁ`Âk¬O¤k¤H¡C --> Those forced into taking their own lives are always women ¡V 887: ¤]ÁÙ¦³¤HÁ¿¡A¤l©]®É¤À¡AÁ`¬Ý¨£¬ï¥Õ¦çªAªº¤k°­¦b¨ºùØ¥X²{¡A --> Some say at midnight the ghost of a woman in white always appears . 888: °ÛµÛ¤@¤äÁ`¤]Å¥¤£²M°ÛµüªººqÁÁ¡A¦³ÂI¹³¶m¨½ªº¨àºq¡A¤S¹³¬O­n¶ºªá¤lªºªá¹ª½Õ¡C --> She is always singing a song they can¡¦t identify but which sounds something like a village children¡¦s song or a beggar girl¡¦s flower-drum song. 889: ³o·íµM³£¬O°g«H¡A¤H©¹©¹¦Û¤w³Q¦Û¤vÁ¿ªºÀ~µÛ¤F¡C --> Of course, this is all superstition, people often frighten themselves with what they say . 890: ¥i³o¦a¤è¡A½T¦³¤@ºØ¤ô³¾¡A·í¦a¤H¥s°µ«CÀY¡AŪ®Ñ¤H»¡¬O«C³¾¡A --> In fact there¡¦s an aquatic bird here which the locals call a blue head and the academics call a blue bird, 891: ³o«CÀY©ìµÛªøªøªºÀY¾v¡A¦ÛµM¤]¬O¶m¨½¤Hªº»¡ªk¡C --> Blue heads have long flowing hair according to the villagers. 892: ­Ó¨à¤£¤j¡A¿õÂŪº¨­¤l¡AÀY³»¦³¨â®ÚºÑÂŪº²Þ¤ò¡A --> they¡¦re not very big and have a silver-blue body and two long dark blue plumes on the head. 893: ªø¬Ûºë¯«¡AÆF¥©¦Ü·¥¡A«D±`­@¬Ý¡C --> They¡¦re alert, agile, and lovely to look at. 894: ¦oÁ`·²¦b³ö©¤¤Uªº³±²DùØ¡A©Î¬O¦b¤ôÃäªøµÛ­Z±Kªº¦ËªL¤lÃä¤W¡A¥ªÅU¥k¬ß¡A±q®e¦Û¦b¡C --> She always rests in the shade under the embankment or by the thick bamboos near the bank of the river, and looks about nonchalantly. 895: ¡m¤s®ü¸g¡nùØÁ¿ªºµ¹¦è¤ý¥À°Ö­¹ªº«C³¾¬O¤@ºØ¯«³¾¡A¦P³o¶m¨½ªº«CÀY¤£¬O¤@¦^¨Æ¡A --> The blue head in this village is not the mythological blue bird which took food to the Queen Mother of the West as mentioned in the Classic of the Mountains and Seas, 896: ¥i¤]³£¥Rº¡ÆF®ð¡C --> but it does have an aura of magic nonetheless. 897: §A¹ï¦o»¡³o«C³¾´N¹³¬O¤k¤H¡A --> You tell her that this blue bird is like a woman, 898: ·MÄøªº¤k¤H¦ÛµM¤]¦³¡A --> of course there are also stupid women 899: ¤k¤lÁ鱡¤SÃø±o¦³¦n¤U³õ¡A --> Women who fall deeply in love really suffer ¡V 900: ¦P¬°¨k¤H­n¤k¤H¬O´M§Ö¬¡¡A --> men want women for pleasure, 901: ¤V¤Ò­n©d¤l¬O«ù®a°µ¶º¡A --> husbands want their wives to manage the home and cook, 902: ¦Ñ¤H­n¨à·@¬°¶Ç©v±µ¥N¡A --> and parents want the son¡¦s wife to continue the family line. 903: ³£¤£¬°ªº·R±¡¡C --> None of these are for love. 904: ³o§A´NÁ¿¨ì¤F»ò©f¡A --> Then you start talking about Mamei. 905: ¦o±M¤ßÅ¥µÛ¡C --> She listens intently. 906: §A»¡»ò©f´N©}¦º¦b³oªeùØ¡A¤H³£³o»ò»¡¡A --> You say Mamei was driven to suicide in this river, this is what people say . 907: ¦o¤]¸òµÛÂIÀY¡A´N³o»ò¶ÌÅ¥µÛ¡A¶Ì±oÅý§Aı±o¥i·R¡C --> She nods and listens child-like, so beautifully child-like. 908: §A»¡³o»ò©f¤]³\µ¹¤F¤H®a¡A --> You say Mamei was betrothed 909: ·íµM¤]ÁÙ­n¨S¦³¤Ñ¨a¡A¨S¦³§Lº×¡A --> Of course that¡¦s as long as there are no natural disasters and no rampaging soldiers, 910: ­n³£»°¤W¤F¡A¤@§ø¤l¦º¥L¤Q¤§¤K¤E¡A¤]¤£¬O¤£´¿¦³¹L¡C --> when these occur it¡¦s not unknown for eighty to ninety per cent of the villagers to die. 911: ¶R©h®Qªº³o¥D´N¦í¦b¤ô¨÷¡A²{¤µªº·Ó¬ÛÀ]«á­±¡A --> The person who paid this price lived in Shuigang, behind what is now the photographer¡¦s shop. 912: ³o¯u¬O­ÓÁc¦£ªº´ç¤f¡A­n¤£¤j¬ê¤]¤£·|±q³oùعL´ç¡A --> This is really a bustling crossing, otherwise Yu the Great wouldn¡¦t have decided to make his crossing here. 913: Å¥¨£¦Ñ¾~¥sÁ`¬O¤£²»ªº¼x¥ü¡A --> It¡¦s a bad omen to hear a crow cawing. 914: ¤H­n¦º¥¼¦º¤§«e¥ýµo¥X¦º¤`ªº®ð®§¡A --> When people are about to die, before they actually die , they give off an aura of death. 915: ³o¦p¦P±â®ð¡A§A¬Ý¤£¨£¡A»D¤£¨ì¡A¥þ¾Ì·Pı¡C --> It¡¦s something like an aura of bad luck which can¡¦t be detected by the eyes and ears, and can only be sensed. 916: §Ú±aµÛ±â®ð¡H¦o°Ý¡C --> Do I have an aura of bad luck? she asks . 917: §A¤£¹L¦Û¤v¦P¦Û¤v¹L¤£¥h¡A --> You just make it hard for yourself, 918: §A¦³ºØ¦Û´Ýªº¶É¦V¡C --> you have a masochistic streak. 919: ¤~¤£¬O©O¡A¥Í¬¡´N¥Rº¡µh­W¡I --> Hardly, living is such agony! 920: §A¤]´NÅ¥¨£¦o¥s³ê¡C --> You then hear her screaming again. 921: ¸¨¦bÁy¤W¡A±¼¶i²ä¤lùØ¡A¦B²D¦B²Dªº¡C --> slowly drip onto my face, down my neck, icy cold. 922: ¸}¤U½òµÛ«p«pªººø³nªº¤ò¯ñ¯ñªº­aÄö¡A¤@¼h¤S¤@¼h¡A­«­«Å|Å|¡C --> I tread on thick, soft, downy moss, layer upon layer of it. 923: ±H¥Í¦bÁa¾î­Ë¥ñªº¥¨¾ðªºÂß·F¤W¡A¥Í¥Í¦º¦º¡A¦º¦º¥Í¥Í¡A --> It grows parasitically on the dead trunks of huge fallen trees, grows and dies , dies and grows , 924: ´U¤lÀY¾v¦Ðµ³¦ç¿Ç¤l¥þ³£Àã²O²Oªº¡A --> My hat, hair, down-lined jacket and trousers are wet through, 925: ¤º¦ç¤S³Q¦½¤ôÀã³z¤F¡A¶K¦b¨­¤W¡A --> my singlet is soaked in sweat and clings to me. 926: ¥u¦³¤p¸¡ÁÙ·P¨ì¦³ÂI¼ö®ð¡C --> Only my belly feels slightly warm. 927: ¥L¦b§Ú¤W¤è¯¸¦í¡A¨Ã¤£¦^ÀY¡A --> He has stopped just up ahead but doesn¡¦t turn around, 928: µ¥§Ú±q¾î¤C½Ý¤K­Ë¥ñªº¾ð·F¤Wª¦¹L¥h¡A§Ö¨ì¥L¸ò«e¡AÁÙ¨S³Ý¹L®ð¨Ó¡A¥L´N¤S¨«¤F¡C --> As soon as I clamber over a mass of fallen trees and get close, he takes off again before I have time to catch my breath. 929: ¥L­Ó¤l¤£°ª¡A¤H¤Sºë½G±o¹³¥uÆF¥©ªºµU¤l¡A --> He is not tall and is lean and agile like a monkey. 930: ³s¨«ÂI¦±§éªº¤§¦r§Î³£¶û¶O¨Æ¡A¤£¥[¿ï¾Ü¡A¤@­Ó«l©¹¤s¤Wª½Â«¡A --> He thinks it¡¦s too much trouble to zigzag and I have no choice but to make my way straight up the mountain. 931: §Ú·Q¥L¤]³\¥Î³oºØ¿ìªk¨ÓÂ\²æ§Ú¡AÅý§Úª¾Ãø¦Ó°h¡C --> It seems he¡¦s using this strategy to put me off, thinking I¡¦ll find it¡¦s too hard and turn back. 932: §Ú«÷©R§ÀÀH¥L¡A¶ZÂ÷«o¶V©Ô¶V¤j¤F¡A --> I struggle desperately to follow close behind but the distance between us keeps widening, 933: ¥L³o¤~®É¤£®É¯¸¦íµ¥§Ú¤@¤U¡A --> so from time to time he stops and waits for me. 934: ­¼§Ú³Ý®§ªº®É­Ô¡A¥´¶}¤Ñ½u¡AÀ¹¤W¦Õ¾÷¡A§ä´MµÛ«H¸¹¡A¦b¤p¥»¤l¤W°O¤W¤@µ§¡C --> While I catch my breath he puts up the aerial, dons his earphones, tracks the signals and makes a record in his notebook. 935: ¥L¬d¬Ý§@¨Ç°O¿ý¡A¶¶«K§i¶D§Ú¡AªÅ®ðªºÀã«×¤w¸g¹¡©M¤F¡A --> He inspects it, takes notes, and tells me the humidity is already at saturation point. 936: ³o¬O¥L¤@¸ô¤W¦P§Ú»¡¹Lªº²Ä¤@¥y¸Ü¡Aºâ¬O¤Í¦nªºªí¥Ü¡C --> These are his first words to me all this time and may count as a sign of friendship. 937: «e¥h¤£¤[¡A¥L¤S¦V§Ú©Û¤â¡AÅý§Ú¸ò¥L©ä¶i¤@¤ù¬\¦ºªº§N½b¦ËÂO¡A --> A little further on he beckons me to follow him into a clump of dead Cold Arrow Bamboos. 938: ¨ºùإߵۭӥζê¤ì°vªº¤j¥}Å¢¡A¤@¤H¦h°ª¡A --> Standing there is a big pen fenced with round wooden stakes taller than a man. 939: ¹hªù¬}¶}¡AùØ­±ªº¤}¤l¨S¦³¦w¤W¡C --> The bolt isn¡¦t in place and the gate is open. 940: ¥L­Ì´N¬O¥Î³oºØ¥}Å¢»¤®·ºµ¿ß¡AµM«á¥´¤W³Â¾Kºj¡A®M¤@­Óµo®gµL½u¹q°T¸¹ªºÀV°é¡A¦A©ñ¦^´ËªLùØ¥h¡C --> The pen is for trapping the pandas which are shot with an anaesthetic rifle, tagged with a transmitter neckband, and then released . 941: ¥L«üµÛ§Ú¯Ý«eªº·Ó¬Û¾÷¡A --> He points to the camera I¡¦ve got hanging on my neck. 942: §Ú»¼µ¹¥L¡A¥L¬°§Ú©ç¤F¤@±i¦b¥}Å¢«eªº·Ó¤ù¡A©¯¦n¤£¦b¥}ÃdùØ­±¡C --> I hand it to him and he takes a photo of me outside the pen, thankfully not inside it. 943: ¤s³¶Á`¦bªþªñªºªá´ªÄéÂO¤¤¡]¥ª¤f¥k¥h¡^Ëï¡]¥ª¤f¥k¥h¡^Ëï¥sµÛ¡A¨Ã¤£·P¨ì±I¹æ¡C --> mountain birds trill in the nearby flowering catalpa bushes so there¡¦s no sense of loneliness. 944: µ¥ª¦¨ì¤G¤d¤C¡B¤K¦Ê¤½¤Ø°ª«×¶i¤J°w¸­ªL±a¡A --> Then at an altitude of two thousand seven or eight hundred metres we come into a conifer belt ¡V 945: ªL¬Û³vº¥²¨®Ô¡A¶ÂÅé¾Wªº¥¨¤jªºÅK§üÁq¥ß¡A --> patches of scattered light gradually appear and giant black hemlocks soar up, 946: ¦Ç½Åªº¶³§ü¦b¤T¡B¥|¤Q¤½¤Øªº°ª«×¦A¶W¶V¤@¼h¡A°ª¹F¤­¡B¤»¤Q¤½¤Ø¡AªøµÛ¦Çºñ·s¸­ªº¦y®¼ªº¾ð«a¶VµoÅã±o«T¨q¡C --> However, at a height of thirty or forty metres they are surpassed by grey -brown dragon spruce which soar to heights of fifty or sixty metres and are majestic with their peaked crowns of grey-green new leaves. 947: ªL¤lùؤ£¦A¦³ÄéÂO¡A --> There is no longer any undergrowth 948: ¥i¥H¬Ý±o«Ü»·¡A --> and it¡¦s possible to see quite a distance. 949: §ü¾ð²Ê§§ªºÂß·F¶¡¡A´X®è¹Î¹Îªº°ª¤s§ùÃY¨¬¦³¥|¦Ì¦h°ª¡A¤W¤U¥þ¶}µÛ¤@½´½´¤ô¬õªºªá¡A --> In between the thick spruce and hemlock trunks are some round alpine azaleas. They are about four metres high and covered in masses of moist red flowers. 950: §C««ªºªK¤X¥é¦ò©Ó¨ü¤£¤F³oÂײ±ªº¬ü¡A±NºÓ¤jªºªáä¼»¹M¾ð¤U¡A´N³o¼ËÀR®¨®¨®i²{¥¦­äÁ¤£ºÉªº¬ü¦â¡C --> The branches bow with the weight and, as if unable to cope with this abundance of beauty, scatter huge flowers beneath to quietly display their enduring beauty. 951: ³o¤j¦ÛµM²@¤£±»¹¢ªºµØÄR¥O§Ú¤S¦³¤@ºØ»¡¤£²Mªº±{±¤¡C --> This unadorned splendour and beauty in nature fills me with another sort of indescribable sadness. 952: ¦Ó³o±{±¤¯ÂµM¬O§Ú¦Û¤vªº¡A¨Ã«D¦ÛµM¥»¨­ªºÄݩʡC --> It is a sadness which is purely mine and not something inherent in nature. 953: «e«e«á«á¡A¦³¤@¨Ç¬\¦º¤F¤S³Q­·³·Äd¸y§éÂ_ªº¥¨¾ð¡A --> Up ahead and down below are huge dead trees which have been snapped by the assault of the elements. 954: ±q³o¨ÇÂ_´Ýªº¨ÌµMÅ÷¥ßªºÃe¤jªºÂß·F¤U¸g¹L¡A¹G­¢§Ú¤º¤ß¤]¨HÀq¡A --> To pass by these towering crippled remains reduces me to an inner silence 955: ¨ºÂIÁÙ§é¿i§Ú·Q­nªí­zªº±ý±æ¡A¦b³o¥¨¤jªº²øÄY­±«e¡A³£¥¢¥h¤F¨¥Ãã¡C --> and the lust to express which keeps tormenting me, in the presence of this awesome splendour, is stripped of words. 956: ®É¦Ó¦b¤W¤è¡A®É¦Ó¦b¤U¤è¡C®É¦Ó¦b¥ªÃä¡A®É¦Ó¨ì¤F¥kÃä¡A --> ¡V it¡¦s further up then down below, to the left then to the right. 957: ¤£ª¾«ç»òªºÁ`³òµÛÂà¡A¹³­n§â¤H¤Þ¤J°g³~¡A¦Ó¥B¦n¹³´N¦b¥s³ê¡G --> It somehow keeps circling around me, as if it¡¦s trying to make me lose my bearings, and seems to be calling out: 958: ­ô­ôµ¥§Ú¡I­ô­ôµ¥§Ú¡I --> Brother wait for me! Brother wait for me! 959: §Ú¸T¤£¦í·Q°_¥S§Ì­Ç¥h´ËªLùØÂIºØªÛ³Âªº¨º­Ó¬G¨Æ¡A --> This brings to my mind the story of the two brothers who went into the forest to sow sesame seeds. 960: §Ú¤S·Q°_°g¥¢¦b³o´ËªLùتº¨â¦ì¤j¾Ç¥Í¡A --> I also think of the two university graduates who got lost. 961: ¦³ºØµLªk§í¨îªº¤£¦w¡C --> A feeling of disquiet grips me. 962: ¥L¦b«e­±¬ðµM¯¸¦í¡AÁ|¤â¦V§Ú¥Ü·N¡A