Langde Shangzhai is like an amber forgotten by time, hanging towers, stone roads, long skirt seedlings, all keep the original color. No hawking, even the wind is slow. Twelve roadblock wines are only presented at festivals, and only waterwheels and rice fields frogs are left on weekdays. The hustle and bustle of business is blocked by the mountain wind outside the village gate, and the rest is the living Miao family's daily, and the long-lost "arrival" of travelers.