The narrow streets and lanes of Cuiheng Village have a rush of footsteps and turmoil in the changing world. Far away from the end of the smoke, the footprints of China for two thousand years, the figure of the great man is coming to me.
An ordinary small mountain village in the south of Guangdong. Going to a thousand miles, near the Hong Kong Victoria Harbour, east of the Pearl River, straight down the South Sea. The winds coming from the other side of the river also swelled into the turbulent waves.
Time, before a cannon. Can only imagine, if there is no ancestors' guidance, why is it a pioneer? The great man's mind has been enlightened since then, and a blueprint has been drawn, which is planned into an immortal chapter.
Under the tall acid tree, a two-storey three-storey brick-and-wood structure, sitting east to west, combining Chinese and Western styles, Western classical architecture and Chinese rosewood furniture, and a delicate window gallery. The beautiful Shenlou, the courtyard is quiet and green, and the owner is different.
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