Ten years gone, the Dong village Zhaoxing is still sitting in foot of mountains like ten years before, except that some new wood houses are built and some bars and shop appear. Of course the time ploughs the furrows on forehead of parents in the village and blows the children and the village bigger and bigger. But the Zhaoxing is still look like ten year before. The five drum towers and roofed bridges still stand on the brooks and are colorful like before. In the sunshine, the old men lean on the pillar of roofed bridge with smoking tobacco pipe. Some of them are playing a kind of local chess; some chatting and some are taking a nap on the bench attached on the pillar. The old ladies, in costume and with glasses, are doing their embroidery in front of her house. When some guests pass by, they greet them by elusive dialect. Children are chasing each other around the house. All things are in peace.



At long interval the sounds of Lusheng pipe (a kind of instrument) come out from somewhere and break the peace. Wandering on the stone-paved street of the village, few chickens are looking something for eating around the vegetable and food stall. Both side of the street are the shops, shopkeepers are sitting in a chair leisurely some of then even fall asleep! There are many shops sell the handicraft of minorities includes handmade cloth, embroidery piece, exotic silver ornament, minorities costume and so on. As dark coming, the cooking smoke rise up and cover the village, the village wake again. The sound of calling children back for dinner echoes in the village. The buffalos moo, the dogs bark here and there. The moon bring the quite night soon. In the house the Lusheng pipe send out of melody and polyphonic singing fly over from the village sometime. On the side of the village, rice field twinkling the moon light. Crickets are singing their romantic madrigal. And the village fall asleep gradually again.