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In the blink of an eye, "May Day" has passed, and half of the semester has passed. This semester, Mr. Xu Min taught a class called "Photojournalism". Talking about photography in class is like talking on paper, full of boring numbers and boring terms, and both lecturers and listeners will find it very boring. Mr. Xu applied to the department several times, saying that this group of future journalists should broaden their horizons, and the photography class should be moved from indoor to outdoor, and from outdoor to social life in famous mountains and rivers. Finally, I applied for a considerable amount of teaching funds and took the whole class to Huangshan to collect style. After receiving this good news, the students were overjoyed, and some students shouted "Long live Teacher Xu" in class. The young teacher Xu was infected by the emotions of the students, and also showed great excitement, and did not talk about anything else in a class, but focused on the natural scenery and cultural history of Huangshan, especially the beautiful scenery of Huangshan written by literati and ink writers. The students were even more satisfied.

On the other hand, the young teacher also wanted to take the opportunity to take this group of freshmen to visit Huangshan, a famous mountain in the world, after all, it is not easy for poor students to go out to play once.

Before leaving, Deng Jiaguo also held a small meeting with the members of the class committee, and the male and female students formed a helping pair to ensure the safety of going out for a week. Paired with Zhong Shan is Fang Jing.

The teachers and students took the train overnight and arrived at Huangshan in the early morning.

On this trip, the planned time spent on the mountain tour was two and a half days, from the front mountain to the mountain, and from the back mountain to the mountain. A group of young people traveled in groups, chatting and laughing and jumping from one attraction to another, and they did not feel very tired. Several students in Zhongshan who had cameras prepared enough color black and white film, such as Welcome Pine, Flying Stone, Crucian Carp Back, Wonderful Brush Shenghua, Shixin Peak, Tiandu Peak...... Each famous spot has left a single photo or group photo of teachers and students.

"The return of the five mountains does not look at the mountain, and the return of the Yellow Mountain does not look at the mountain", the strange pines, strange rocks, and sea of clouds in the Yellow Mountain left a deep impression on the students, and even more shocked Zhong Shan, who came from the bitter cold land, and he felt more and more that he had made a wise and correct decision to go to Jiangcheng, which was thousands of miles away from home.

On the fourth day, the teachers and students returned to the Tunxi station, and Mr. Xu said that the students could disperse together, and hoped that after returning to the school, everyone could write a travelogue based on the natural landscapes and customs they saw along the way.

After dinner, Fang Jing quietly pulled Zhong Shan aside and said that he could take him to her hometown tomorrow, an ancient town with Hui architecture quite representative.

Early the next morning, the two got on a bus from the city to the ancient town. After driving for less than an hour, I came to the town that Fang Jing said. The town is built by the mountains and rivers, and as far as the eye can see, the pink walls and tiles are like a few ink paintings dyed at will between the green mountains and green waters, and the ink paintings and the green mountains are reflected in the green water. Isn't this the remote peach blossom paradise in Tao Yuanming's pen? Perhaps because the two of them came out early, the town seemed to be still asleep in silence.

Walking along the wet stone road, walking to the door of a homestay, Fang Jing gently pulled the door panel with the door knocker in his hand, and there was an echo inside. The woman who opened the door was dressed in a blue cloth gown and green cloth trousers, which complemented the quaint houses, except for her age, her appearance was seven or eight points similar to Fang Jing. "Jingjing, why are you back?" Fang Jing hurriedly said: "Mom, this is my classmate Zhong Shan, we are the whole class to Huangshan to engage in photography creation, Zhong Shan and I are in a group, and we will come to our town today to collect style." The woman hurriedly sent her daughter and her daughter's classmates home. The small courtyard is also paved with stone slabs, and after years of grinding, the stone slabs have been very smooth, without a little edges and corners. Zhong Shan looked at Fang Jing and seemed to understand the origin of the gentle and virtuous temperament of the beautiful female classmate in front of him.

In the morning, Zhong Shan and Fang Jing took turns to take pictures, taking almost a whole roll of photos, mossy stone bridges, green streams, smooth alleys and stone roads, towering ancient trees, strange flowers and plants...... Everything is as beautiful as a landscape painting, and the mood of the two people in the painting is the same.

At noon, Fang's mother prepared six dishes, including Hui-style braised pork, edamame tofu, steamed stone chicken, Wenzheng mountain bamboo shoots, lotus leaf flour steamed pork, and vegetarian fried lettuce, and Fang's father and Fang Jing's younger brother Fang Qing, who went to junior high school, also returned.

"Mom, how did you cook a table of dishes for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?" Fang Jing looked at a table of dishes and exclaimed.

Fang's mother smiled, "My daughter's classmates came to the house, and the distinguished guests came to the door, isn't it the New Year!" ”

Fang Qing said: "Sister, is Brother Zhong your boyfriend?" ”

Fang Jing's face was red, Zhong Shan was also a little embarrassed, and Fang's mother smiled and gently patted the back of her little son's head, "Children are not allowed to talk nonsense."