Source: People's Daily Overseas Edition
Tachuan autumn colors. Wang Xinzheng regent
"Eight points and half a mountain and one water, half a point of farmland and manor", this is the true portrayal of ancient Huizhou. Yi County, located in the southern anhui region, is one of the six counties of the ancient Hui prefecture, and is the gathering place of ancient Hui merchants and the birthplace of Hui culture. Yixian has a rich natural and cultural landscape, is a beautiful pastoral town, known as "small Taoyuan". Tachuan, more than ten kilometers away from the county seat of Yixian County, the village is small and famous, and is listed with Jiuzhaigou in Sichuan, Kanas in Xinjiang and Xiangshan in Beijing as the four most beautiful places in China for autumn viewing.
The small mountain village has its own ease and wild fun. In the morning, I stepped into the Tachuan River in the morning light, and the white expanse in front of my eyes woven a mysterious and hazy artistic conception, arousing people's curiosity and imagination. The sky is beautiful, and the white mist will quietly dissipate in a short time, and the autumn colors will be revealed. The autumn sun passes through the woods, through the faint mist, and comes into view. Red maple, green bamboo, yellow apricot, white wall, dewa, a quiet and noisy mountain village is like a picture scroll in front of you. In front of the village and behind the village, birds chirp and ancient trees stand. The village is in the woods, and the woods are shaded by a series of emblem-style farmhouses. Mountain birds that are full of autumn fruits sprinkle sweet jam-like songs on the roof ridges. Bamboo and branches hanging down, graceful and colorful shadows swaying on the white walls. Drifting leaves, maple leaves, leaves and black leaves like plump, leave the branches, or perch on the roof tiles, or stay in the alleys of bluestone slabs, mistakenly thought by kittens for butterflies chasing back and forth. The autumn pumpkins on the fence, forgetting the seasons, grow stronger than midsummer. The vines of winter melons and lentils above the corners of the walls consume the temper of the cornices of the horse's head wall. In front of the house and behind the house, the fragrance of Chi Gui wafts, the water mouth of the village head, and the small river is long. TaChuan, sure enough, a beautiful idyllic scenery.
The fields are wilderness, the terraces are stacked, and the harvested fields are like gentle waves, creeping at the feet of the village, and the wind and waves are calm. A path gently bends the curves of the field, and the flat paddy field stands up with many black oak trees, like fish jumping out of the sea. The black oak trees are the most loyal companions of mountain villages, and they are either isolated or in groups of three or five, guarding the rice fields. "The color of the autumn oak is more brilliant than the maple leaves, and each tree contains the most beautiful color in the world. Each leaf has a different shade of color, each expressing a deep and shallow autumn mood. Autumn in Gangnam comes early and goes late, and the broad-leaved trees slowly brew the charm of the rainbow in the warm sun and rain and fog, in the morning light and sunset. The flat fields, the standing black oak trees, different forms, the same content, present a harmonious rural picture for the world. I didn't dare to be a solitary tree, so I just wanted to go out into the field, take off my shoes under my feet, and sit on the bare roots of the tree, with the snowflakes flying on my head like the seeds of the tree for a moment. Tachuan people will smile when they see me under the tree, and the kindness and simplicity in their bones are the most beautiful scenery in Tachuan.
Many ancient villages in Huizhou have "patrons", and the houses are close to the mountains and waters, calm and spirited, so they live in a down-to-earth manner. Dozens of farmhouses are layered on top of each other, staggered in height, different and integrated. The creek under the sun, the autumn water is full of water, swaying with a long thought. The back mountain is a green sea, full of green bamboo, and occasionally three or five colorful deciduous trees, which are just right embedded in the green sea, like the sunset on an island full of fireworks. In the mountains of southern Anhui, most villages are accompanied by tea plantations. In the tea garden, the white flowers of the tea leaves are dotted in between, and the white flowers of the camellia oleifera trees are in harmony. In the spring of October, peach trees with fallen leaves on the slope are scattered with pink buds, attracting bees to wait for the flowers to bloom. Green hillsides, empty wilderness, hirata fields, white-walled Dewa, red deciduous trees, Ta Chuan is a beautiful and rich fairy tale book.
Everyone has at least one village of their own in the depths of their hearts, and Tachuan is the village of all. The first time I met, I fell in love at first sight, and the poetic meaning of the Tachuan countryside was engraved in my heart, and from then on, I was worried every day.