Wandering around the villas, we were dreaming. Once upon a time, the great powers of all countries took this place as their hometown, and dressed their intimate life in the building. They bought precious land with cheap silver and used cheap labor to build their dreams in someone else's land.

The two world wars destroyed the comfortable life of tens of thousands of people on earth, and the mountains have become a cherished place for people to put their hearts and happiness. They built their houses in the shape of their hometowns, and brought all kinds of flowers and vegetable seeds from their own countries to plant in front of their doors to express their love for their distant homeland. Here they settled, summered, vacationed, traded, preached, and bred. For nearly 40 years.

In their spare time, they would stand along the corridor and look into the distance, to the other side of the earth, to the road back home. The beautiful ecology here awakens his inner feelings, and deduces his unforgettable love in the picturesque ecological environment and the frequent political background of war. Shoot all over the railing, the lover around you, like the red leaves around you, brilliant, delicate. Now, the house is in, the railing is in, the red maple is red year after year, but I do not see that side such as red leaves.

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The artillery of the intensifying war changed their fate. One day, flames were raging all around, and the war was in danger. The foreign people who occupy the mountain as king are alert to the impending disaster, panic, and flee with gold and silver, and their families. They had no time to enter the church, no time to bid farewell to their spiritual domes, and staggered with their full prayers.

It was supposed to be late autumn, and the wind was picking up the leaves. Looking back, looking back, leaves and smoke filled the eyes. Leaving the house, like leaving their own children, heart-wrenching pain, they lifted their sleeves, wiped the tears of pain, parting the road from the door to the distance. The flowers and plants were trampled. Most never came back.

Among the many villas, the Meiling Ballroom is unconventional, beautiful and elegant. From 1937 to 1938, Chiang Kai-shek and his wife Song Meiling lived twice from Wuhan to Jigong Mountain, and danced, met and held meetings in this villa, so it was called Meiling Ballroom.

At that time, the Japanese war of aggression against China broke out, and China's mountains and rivers were on the verge of breaking up. The Jiang and Song couples had just left the venue of the deployment campaign in Wuhan, and they were still smelling of gunpowder. There's fighting, there's ballroom dancing. The old record with the rhythm of spring water, gently rotation, continuous dance music, should be like silk hidden needle like a faint prick people's hearing and heart. The lady smiled with mixed emotions, and danced small and broken steps, each of which seemed to measure the situation of national crisis. Her black cheongsam set off her black hair, casting a dark shadow on the bright window.