Had you seen the poorest country has much end?
I had seen such poor village, it is the poorest, in the memory in me it yes. This is 2015 May, I follow a village that cadre of villages and towns goes to. . . . . .
In the road of speed village I saw the clear tire mark on canal of winding a mountainous area clay, tell me ahead nearby will inhabited.
This is set off is in the green with full-bodied mountain forest size is differ, rugged, bend not straight, by the crossroad outside the village that clay canal forms. 
Finish brow to enter a village immediately. 
This is an other people of the village. 
This is village center. 
This is the rich other people in the village. 
The boundless universe of face flourishing outside the move is broadcasted in the very small TV in rich other people. 
Inside house, although pallet, but clean and orderly compound, made clear host or very of diligent. 
There is the furniture of the dry farm work such as Jue head, hoe in room inn. The chickling in basket is the industry that the cadre that wrap a village gives them to become rich. 
The goodwife of another other people sees the bearer in the home, pour boiled water to recieve bearer to kitchen room rapidly. 
Look at the gallinaceous young before oneself door, old person one face is spellbound. . . . 
This old person, in those days 55 years old, his mother is 77 years old, family with respect to the woman two. Do I ask him your child? He one face says agonizedly, "I had not married " . ... ! 
The village secretary of a Party or League branch of this village is a female comrade. The walnut garden that she points to we are transient on the side of the move says to me, plant here the apple is no good, planted nuclear peach tree last year, will count on it henceforth, I look at a meter of the left and right sides, one centimeter the walnut sapling in cropland of tuft of the tuft below thick, cliff, the heart thinks, is the hope of whole village person it? 
Face when leaving a village, I saw bank of a low bank between fields go up nearly withered on dead wild jujube branch, growing a few full tender bud, wear to passerby narrate of its life tenacious. . . . . .
Netizens, had you seen poorer than this village?
I am life of every dirt view!
Thank!
Goodbye!
(the job that the picture all comes from this village is illuminated)
