This is a surreal world. Some people seem to have dropped from the clouds, appeared from nowhere, so different from the rest of the world. I love them, for what they are at this moment has gone far beyond their own reality or even the era they belong to. In the first lunar month after each Spring Festival, the ordinary villages of Shanxi are bound to become wonderlands. Shehuo (Community’s Fire Festival) and Temple Fair, the archaic customs, occupy the locals for the most of the holiday. The “group sleepwalking” has turn the land into a huge stage. All the bewilderment and helplessness in the reality are totally forgotten. Illusion and absurdity finally meet in real life. I wondered by, took pictures before I knew it, trying my best not to wake them up.