Browsing on the map, I saw a village name, Xixiang Village, and I was overjoyed: I had no chance to stay under the West Wing of the Moon and visit Xixiang Village by car.
Casually a little, open navigation, mountain road eighteen bends, side forks, from the mouth, the road is extremely narrow, barely open to traffic, repeat three or four miles, suddenly cheerful.
The village mouth is left on the mountain, the right is facing the valley, and a gate can be closed.
The road turns with the stream, the extension goes up, and the houses are out of the way, and they are staggered.
Stone mills, stone mills, horse stakes, old times;
Circuit, WIFI, drinking water source, livable first choice.
Walking through the village, I did not meet a single person.
All is silent, only this insect bird.
Sports Square, overlooking the mountains.
Yajing trail, well organized.
Along the way to search for monuments, the mountain village, since the middle of the Ming Dynasty, has been settled. It lasts for many years, and at its peak, there are hundreds of households. The site selection and layout of the mountain village have the subtlety of the unity of heaven and man.
On the way to the village, I met three old people who chose vegetables, and I learned from small talk that there were less than ten permanent residents in the village.
The fiery red cockscomb flower at the head of the village is beautiful, and the leek flower chosen by the old people is lilac.
The country lanes smell good about the earth. Wildflowers bloom alone, and the incense is in the heartless place.
The peace of cooking smoke under the sunset, the tranquility of insects at night, sometimes the barking of dogs, sometimes the birds frolicking.
The night sky in the countryside is so big and so deep that as soon as you look up, you will be full of stars.
The sound of cockroaches faded in my ears, and I fell asleep, looking forward to another dawn.
Dreaming of returning home~
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