The traditional way of communication, writing 800 words has never gone far.

It seems that overnight, countless "newly carved tiles" have sprung up in the town.

The front of the booth was crowded with noisy and bargaining tourists, but behind the booth stood glib.

An absent-minded, tile-carving vendor. I'm standing in the street, the foot is still a gravel road, but it seems that

Almost many things have gone far.

Looking up, the stone gate of Zhenkou is the giant "Fu" carved by Mr. Tao more than ten years ago.

Shou is hidden in the field, Lu is hidden in the mouth, and Fu is surrounded by Xian.

Cheerful, but solemn because of gray tiles. Under the "blessing", the magpie climbed to the plum blossom, brave and fearless.

Four pairs of auspicious patterns, namely, auspicious, Kirin sending the child and Sanyang Kaitai, are very vivid. Crossing Shimenyan

Walking on the stone road, the green tiles on both sides of the roof are thousands of petals, simple but elegant, quiet and striped.

Road Gu Zhuo Josan cock crow, Taoyuan dog bark, simple and lovely.

More than a decade ago, the town had not been developed into a scenic spot, nor was it named an ancient town. Young people

In 2008, I was keen to watch Mr. Tao carve bricks and tiles. He took two sips of wine and his cheeks were slightly sticky, which made him

The lines on the sample are elegant and round, and the force is uniform when cutting, but uneven when polishing. After the drug is administered,

Raising the wrist is naturally Feng Dan facing the sun, and lowering the head is naturally diving the dragon gate. Chisel and shovel

, such as writing brush strokes, light and shadow flow between cadence. Rows of "Fu" tiles in Tao Jia are simple and diverse.

No, the backyard boxwood is shaded by dense leaves, and the time is quiet.

But now, those stall owners whose business is booming are not the same, let alone taking medicine-now.

Efficiency comes first. What about the seriousness and piety at that time, the exquisiteness and stability of the years, don't you think?

Are they all drifting away with the passage of more than ten years? I listened to the high heels knocking on my ear.

Stone road, looking at the sharp umbrella roof opposite the undulating wall, I was a little confused.

Turn around and walk into a deep alley, familiar wooden doors and mottled low thresholds, which Mr. Tao has never been to.

Move it. Pushing open the half-opened door, the old creaking sound is still the sound of the past. he is

Carving a fish, there are only a few strokes in the middle of the brick, a very vivid gray crucian carp, but it feels all brick.

Lake, endless smoke waves. I looked up and saw it was me, dazed, and immediately smiled brightly: "Girl, do you remember?"

Can you connect me with this old man? "I am far away!" Then he bowed his head again. There is fine rain.

Dancing, wet ribbons floating on the roof tiles.

The moment I stepped out of the threshold, I suddenly realized that those people I thought had gone far,

It's all here, never far away. Perhaps in a deep alley, perhaps in the shadow of a career, Tao Er

I have always been like this, holding the belief of carving a knife and pen, year after year.

The quiet and ethereal rain on the eaves has never gone far.