"At that time, I think of it now, like legend. Legend many people have heard, read, straight to see the legendary old, white hair. Perhaps at night or in the morning, when you are not paying attention, she will close her eyes after slowly gathering all the things she has owned and lost. " What has not been taken away is the mottled bricks and plants here - like old faded photographs, leaving behind veins and veins to tell. In the end, the detained passenger house between Yingying and Yishui became a summer night and a return journey. Legend, I've heard it - and now I've finally seen it.