The soon-to-disappear village-Tanxidu Town explores villages in southern Jiangsu.

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At the moment, the sky is raining, and I came to Tanxidu again with an umbrella, a village that is already in ruins.

After beginning of winter, the temperature plummeted, and I felt a little cold in rainy weather. The excavator in the rain did not stop working because of the sudden rain, and still struggled to dig bricks in the ruins.

Tanxidu is located in Gubai Development Zone, Gaochun District, with Li and Ma surnames as the majority. For the first time, I know that the name Tanxidu comes from the legend about one of Gaochun Four Treasures of the Study-planted cypress trees upside down. The legendary hero Xu Jingyang, who planted cypress upside down, was originally from Henan. When I was a child, I drifted to Jiangnan with my parents and settled in Gaochun Tanxidu. It is rumored that cypress trees grow crazy crabs upside down. Friends of Gaochun Local Culture Research Association provide some information: Tanxidu was originally a ferry, but later there was a bridge (two bridges were connected in series). During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, a bridge was bombed by a Japanese plane, which was converted into an overpass, and then a pontoon bridge was built for a short time. It is said that the plane originally bombed the Jinhu Bridge, but it bombed the bridge by mistake. )? In addition, I looked up books and turned around, but I didn't find any more information about this village.

Tanxi ferry is too big. I have been there four times and I haven't completely walked it. Tanxidu is also very small. She is just an ordinary village that is about to disappear in this world.

Liu Liangcheng said in One Man's Village: "Cooking smoke is the root of the village. In the rolling smoke, I saw what was absorbed by it from a distance, and it entered every household one by one-from the chimney to every pot bottom, rice, bowl and mouth. ? "Walking in the ruins, I saw the dark bottom of the kitchen stove that once braved the smoke, and the rice jar that once contained food was tilted in the corner and smashed out of the hole.

Whether it's a new building or a small brick old house, whether it's a new kitchen or an old stove, people will go to the building and there will be no fireworks in life. Walking in Tanxidu Village, I occasionally meet several families who have not moved away and are scattered in ruins. Once the laughter between neighbors was only ruins. Maybe, before long, they will leave, too. At that time, the village will lose its vitality completely.

Unattended garbage on the roadside, several excavators at work, several barking dogs foraging in the ruins, several chickens and ducks wandering leisurely, a morning glory still blooming on the edge of a stone, a vigilant black cat behind a stone, a green vegetable growing in the ruins, several black coffins above the ruins, osmanthus fragrans with fragrance on the ground, several oranges left on the tree, several swaying persimmons on the branches, and the big tree that was sawn off on the ground.

Walking on the empty ruins, there is always an infinite sense of sadness in my heart. Although I know that people who have left may be heading for a better life, those who have not left will also look forward to a better tomorrow. However, indescribable sadness always comes to my mind. The thin dog that I didn't take away after I left, the laughter that disappeared behind the old door, the jujube tree that grew up with the old house in the yard, the old well in the yard, the empty house, and the carved wooden bed full of time seemed to tell me the story that once happened in this land.

what can I do? There seems to be nothing to do but sigh and bless. People sometimes can't control their own destiny. How can I change the fate of a tree, a dog and a village? Fortunately, a village that disappears because of demolition is better than a village that collapses and disappears naturally. And I hope that people who once lived in this land can have a better and happier tomorrow.

Shooting time: 201910-1.

Photographer: Lanyin Rose

Venue: Tanxidu

▲ An old house and an old bed. The owner is a 95-year-old man.

▲ Old photos not taken away in the drawer.

▲ Small vegetable garden next to households that have not moved out.

▲ Riverside ancestral hall

▲ By the Qiao Qi River next to Tanxidu, a resident who hasn't moved away washes by the river.

▲ Vegetables in ruins

▲ Sawed trees

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Author of this issue: Lan Yin Rose, whose real name is Tong. Catch crabs with your left hand, write with your right hand, and discover and record the beauty of life with your heart. Born in northern Jiangsu and in southern Jiangsu, he resigned and returned to his hometown to take root as a rural entrepreneur.