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The wind drifted gently across the mountains and the water, came to the Hakka paddock, rested under the paddock, and looked at this paradise and the quaint world.

The surrounding peaks are undulating, which firmly "trapped" the Hakkas in this barren mountain. Hakka people can't escape all this, but they will be safe when they come. What about that mountain? So what if it's barren? We Hakkas have hands! Do what you want and leave yourself with nothing. As long as people depend on it, what are you afraid of? In this way, Hakkas have created one miracle after another with their ordinary hands.

The wind was beating gently, admiring the village I had never seen before. It's the first time for me to appreciate this Hakka enclosed house after so many years. The half moon lake in front of the house reflects the scenery of the sky. The clean pool moved the sky to the front of the paddock without reservation. At this time, the blue sky and white clouds played a foil role for the enclosure. It seems that the overqualified blue sky reveals another style of enclosure. It's not bad to be a supporting role once in a while, let alone a foil for the Hakka paddock.

The breeze drifted into the closed room, penetrated into the deep alley, stroking the ancient red door, wiping the weather-beaten fence, watching the comfortable old man holding a pipe and rocking chair, licking the old and dilapidated well, the water source of Hakkas from ancient times to the present. Pass by every hospitable host and experience every sincere and simple emotion.

Outside the enclosure, on the mountain, the greenery shows people, and pieces of tea exude a strong tea fragrance. Hakka people sing folk songs while picking tea. The long melody resounds through Shan Ye, and the wind can't stand it. Under the melody of folk songs, they danced and danced, setting off green leaves. Layers of green leaves fluttered with the wind, forming green waves, which were covered rhythmically and surged down the mountain like waves.

Looking at the enclosed houses standing in the mountains and the Hakkas working in farmland and terraces, the wind has set sail again, and this time he will fly to the world outside the mountains. The wind is not free, it must fulfill its duties and drift to distant goals. Even if there are all kinds of disappointments, the wind will eventually go. Looking back at the Hakka world in the mountains, it knew that it would never come back, but it smiled because it passed by and saw the happiest and purest amorous feelings in the world.