这是真的。走进鱼鳞寨,我的眼一睁,所看到的就是一些木房子。这寨子里,人户不上一千。寨里的人咳嗽一声,全寨人听见。木屋上,布满瓦片,它们诗意地栖居,鱼鳞般叠着。寨里的土路,窄,但,总有人逶迤而行,像是外面的繁华与这个原始而又质朴的寨子无关一般。这里的四合院,宽敞而明净。门槛上,坐着一个小女孩,不想发出任何多余的声响。她,约六岁。一双眼睛诚实而明亮。她的手里拿着一束鲜花,金黄色的。她见我来,像山林里的百灵鸟一样连忙招呼。或许,我依旧有着外来客人的痕迹,与这个寨子显得极不协调。经过与小女孩的联络,便有了简单的交流和沟通。在我的拍摄照片过程中,小女孩的心情逐渐变得舒朗起来。她要带我去看一口老水井,说那水井照得出人影。 This is real. Into the fish scale Walled, my eyes wide open, what I saw is some wooden house. In this stockade, people do not have a thousand. The people in the village coughed, Quanzhai heard. Huts, covered with tiles, they poetically dwelling, fish-scale stack. The dirt road in the village is narrow, but there are always people walking around, like the bustling outside with nothing to do with this primitive and rustic village. The courtyard here, spacious and bright. Sitting on the threshold, a little girl, do not want to make any extra sound. She, about six years old. Eyes are honest and bright. Her hand was holding a bunch of flowers, golden yellow. She came to see me and greeted me like a lark in the woods. Perhaps, I still have the traces of foreign guests, and the stockade is extremely uncoordinated. After contact with the little girl, there was a simple exchange and communication. During my photo shoot, the little girl’s mood gradually became comfortable. She is going to take me to see an old well and say that the well shines.