Huang Yao’s Travels

Grandma, so kind

Written by Shen Hailong

Water droplets breed on the walls, seeping into the huge cement road, and the ghosts of grass seeds that died in spring are layer upon layer. Screaming under the concrete forest. Stretch out your tightly wrapped arms and dance, the reinforced nerve endings gradually rust into copper and aluminum, and not a single warm oxygen molecule can enter the cells and wander around. Encased in a rectangular steel body, it was drizzling, a highway passed through the mountains, and the sky and water wrapped around this crawling body like vines. The top of the Canine Tooth Mountain squirmed on the fog ring, and the car penetrated some of the mountainside halfway up the mountain. The body watched from the mountainside as the ancient villages at the foot of the mountain gradually became denser. On the body of the Eurasian continent, in the far corners of the east, west, and south, tens of thousands of canine-toothed karsts rise from the ground, and miasmatic mist lingers among the various mountains. Thousands of years ago, there were several withered bodies, stained with the smell of blood in their war-torn hometown. Two waters surrounded the barren red soil. In this beautiful desert, thousands of years later, a rusty body of the city broke into her peaceful dream.

The drizzle bathes the thousand-year-old banyan tree, and countless green and kind smiles bloom on its wrinkled and heavy branches. The gentle breeze blows for thousands of years, and the old friends are still alive. The water under the tree is clear and clear, but the narrow waterway cannot support the swollen summer rain. The Gulf Stream turns sharply, and wind, thunder, and fog arise in the orifice. There is no electricity, no small fish, no poetry, only drizzle. Thousands of years ago, small bamboo rafts flowed down the river under the big stone plugs of banyan trees, catching half a basket of shrimps to feed the hungry family. The sound of water is rumbling, the swamps on the river banks are fertilizing with buds, and the small river surrounding the city kisses the large stone steps. There is no fence. A small shed has been set up on the other side to watch the fields, and a middle-aged woman is still fertilizing. Passing through the high wall gate, the stone streets have worn the shoes of generations of residents. Straw sandals, wooden shoes, cloth shoes, bare feet, big feet, small feet, three-inch golden lotus, stepping on hard leather shoes with fear in my heart, disturbing the quiet sound of water. This street exudes the old smell of the house, the smell of old fermented lees, the clothes in the old wardrobe, the old smell of the skin of the elderly. The smell of people who have lived in the old house for generations has seeped into the bricks and wood, and has been exposed to wet and rain for a long time. Hazy, fermented with a fishy smell.

Where did these stone strips come from? The small town is nestled deep in the mountains, surrounded by green water and surrounded by rocky mountains with inexhaustible stone resources. With so few people, how long will it take to carry back a stone strip that is more than one meter long and more than twenty centimeters wide? The mountain road is rugged and winds halfway up the mountain. How do you find your way deep into the rocky mountain? How could these intact stone strips be removed from the mountain without labor-saving tools? Transported back to the village? Polished into a complete rectangular shape. How many more generations will it take for these hard stones to be polished so smoothly with the soles of their feet? Has it been in business for so long? Since the Ming Dynasty, this place has been in a bandit area. How this small town like water, like a grandma, has survived with tenacity, and its descendants are thriving.

When I went there again during the day, it was still drizzling and there were more people. The entire town is on a small slope, making it easy to drain. Green grass stretches out from the cracks in the rocks, saturated with clear water, and tastes green. Stepping on the bluestone strips, water splashes out from the green grass between the stones. It is even suspected that there are springs under this confusing bluestone old street, which never stop day and night.

Walking down Stone Street at night, without the noise of urban neon lights, I walked through a smooth, wet and reflective alley. The sky was overcast and the stars were sparse. Under the natural light, the sound of leather shoes was like a horse riding through an ancient street. , the dogs walked together at night, beating the dogs to look at their masters. The masters sat under the high wall and counted the years. The local dogs were quiet and it was rare to see them bark a few times. In a state of dizziness, I came to Kuan Street, a street with tall walls. The street had several twists and turns, with no end visible. Two rows of lanterns were hung in unison, and the dim light groups intertwined with each other, ambiguously reflecting the mottled old walls. The light rain slides onto the stone street together, like the distant but intimate stories and legends of the country grandma. What era is this? What era is it? Grandma is still there, still telling stories in the dim depths, waiting for my child to return in the old house with a cane.

A Taiwanese folk singer once sang like this:

Grandma loves to visit the old house on the top of the mountain (Grandma wants to go back to her hometown on the mountain)

I often watch Qu Xing The ox-eye tree passing by Bo Gong’s lips (she is often seen walking past the longan tree next to Tu Gong)

Picking up all the way along the way (She picks up all the way along the way)

The mountains are full of tung trees that no one wants. (The mountains are full of tung trees that no one wants.)

My grandma fell down when her wife got older (my grandma sometimes went to sleep with her wife) Let’s come together)

The three-storey house that Qu explained is located behind the temple grounds (she said she now lives in a three-story house behind the temple)

Old kitchen, come here to farm in your free time Sweet potatoes (I come back to my hometown in the mountains to plant some sweet potatoes when I have time)

Grandma still has a pure smile (Grandma still has a pure smile on her face)

Look at the channels one by one I will think of my grandma (I will think of my grandma every time I see her)

I will miss my grandma (I miss the grandma who loves me)

One or two Ten years pass by in the blink of an eye (Ten or twenty years pass by in the blink of an eye)

Thirty or forty years pass by in the blink of an eye (Thirty or forty years also disappear in the blink of an eye)

Without a grandma, I have been without a grandma for a long time (without a grandma, I have been without a grandma for a long time)

Grandma said that she still has two granddaughters that she loves to take care of (grandma still has two granddaughters to take care of)

My uncle’s sons are all in Taipei (my wife’s sons are all in Taipei)

She said they are in Taipei (she said they are in Taipei)

You are still happy when I tell you (I said You are really good)

Being a great-grandmother, you can cook your own food (I have become a great-grandmother and you can still cook for yourself)

A-Tao also said: "Grandma is gone, and when we come back, The tung seeds under the tung tree behind the old house fell to the ground, and some sprouts sprouted."

The ancient town of Huangyao has been silent for thousands of years

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January 19, 1736, this is a great day. In Greenock, Glasgow, Scotland, a baby boy clasped his weak little hands, slowly opened his eyes, and looked disdainfully at the world around him. Then, he remembered a clear cry, as if Declaring to the world: "I'm here!" Subsequently, during his 83 years of life, he relied on the improved steam engine to not only write the thickness of his life, but also became the driving force for social progress and started human industry. The sacred ceremony of the arrival of revolution. About 500 years ago from the birth of this industrial giant, in the far east, Yang Wenguang, a loyal man of the Yang family, led Renzong to lead the crowd to put down the rebellion in the border town of Longping County (now Zhaoping County, Guangxi). . They sang triumphantly all the way and were invincible, chasing the remaining bandits at the intersection of the Pearl River, Xingning River and Yao River. Seeing that there was no way to escape, the remnant bandits threw themselves into the "Three Rivers". Seeing this, Yang rushed to rescue. Then he appeased the rebels and benefited the people, and because there were many people with the surnames Huang and Yao in the area, he was named "Huang Yao".

Watt’s improved steam engine has long since become obsolete and has entered the history museum. The industrial revolution era that he trumpeted only left behind black chimneys, abandoned mines, dirty rivers, and the loneliness, anxiety, apathy and other mental illnesses that modern people have. The Huangyao Ancient Town is like a classical oriental phantom, traditional and clean, emerging from the mud and unsullied. It has been silent for thousands of years and has always inherited its own simple and solemn style.

When I once again set foot on the quiet and peaceful land of Huangyao and felt its charm and richness, Ouyang Yuqian led the members of the Guangxi Provincial Art Museum to perform "The Singer Under the Iron Heel" and " Anti-Japanese War programs such as "Put Down Your Whip" and "Marco Bridge Quiz" have been around for more than half a century. Although the heads on the Huang-Yao ancient stage have stopped moving and the gongs and drums have stopped, the carved beams and paintings on both sides of the stage and the bluestone road below the stage are still telling the story about the Vulcan bird "Bifang" to the passing tourists. According to legend, Bi Fanggui is a divine bird that feeds on fire. Wherever she appears, fire will inevitably come. However, because she was greedy for the beautiful scenery of Huang Yao, she transformed into a human form and married into an ordinary family, and then brought heavy disasters to Huang Yao. Although Bi Fang, a kind-hearted person, recovered his original shape and put out the fire with the help of his peers, he still blamed himself when his friends, relatives and neighbors around him suffered such a natural disaster. In order to make up for her mistake, she decided to make some amends to the locals before leaving.

So, she spent more than twenty springs and autumns, day after day, year after year, carrying wood to build houses and stones to pave roads for the local people. When she left, she was very pleased to face the seven streets and lanes paved with 99,999 pieces of bluestone.

Nowadays, we are walking in the streets and alleys of Huangyao Ancient Town, stepping on the blue and white slates paved by Bi Fang with more than 20 years of life. Why do we have no reason to express ourselves in a hurry? Slow yourself down? Is there any excuse not to feel heartbroken because of one's own mistakes, or even still go one's own way? The historical and cultural heritage of the ancient town, the small bridges and flowing water, the green hills and green stone alleys, all welcome the arrival of modern urbanites with a classic but open attitude, just to cleanse the dirt and mud in their hearts.

The ancient town, with its natural and simple attitude, is still silent despite the chaos of all things in the world. The bluestone road in the ancient town, with its profound and grateful feelings, is still extending forward, constantly leading us to cultural celebrities, giving us infinite impact on our vision and soul. He Xiangning, Liang Shuming, Qian Jiaju, Gao Shiqi, Zhang Xichang, Mo Naiqun, Xu Yinchu, Zhou Kuangren and a series of other cultural celebrities have all left their outstanding footprints on the bluestone road of this thousand-year-old town. In this late spring season, I am lucky enough to follow in the footsteps of these famous people and feel the history and charm of the ancient town. It is truly a blessing for me!

The ancient town of Huangyao that has been silent for thousands of years

2009 Literature and Art Liu Fei

January 19, 1736, this is a great day. In Greenock, Glasgow, Scotland, a baby boy clasped his weak little hands, slowly opened his eyes, and looked disdainfully at the world around him. Then, he remembered a clear cry, as if Declaring to the world: "I'm here!" Subsequently, during his 83 years of life, he relied on the improved steam engine to not only write the thickness of his life, but also became the driving force for social progress and started human industry. The sacred ceremony of the arrival of revolution. About 500 years ago from the birth of this industrial giant, in the far east, Yang Wenguang, a loyal man of the Yang family, led Renzong to lead the crowd to put down the rebellion in the border town of Longping County (now Zhaoping County, Guangxi). . They sang triumphantly all the way and were invincible, chasing the remaining bandits at the intersection of the Pearl River, Xingning River and Yao River. Seeing that there was no way to escape, the remnant bandits threw themselves into the "Three Rivers". Seeing this, Yang rushed to rescue. Then he appeased the rebels and benefited the people, and because there were many people with the surnames Huang and Yao in the area, he was named "Huang Yao".

Watt’s improved steam engine has long since become obsolete and has entered the history museum. The industrial revolution era that he trumpeted only left behind black chimneys, abandoned mines, dirty rivers, and the loneliness, anxiety, apathy and other mental illnesses that modern people have. The Huangyao Ancient Town is like a classical oriental phantom, traditional and clean, emerging from the mud and unsullied. It has been silent for thousands of years and has always inherited its own simple and solemn style.

When I once again set foot on the quiet and peaceful land of Huangyao and felt its charm and richness, Ouyang Yuqian led the members of the Guangxi Provincial Art Museum to perform "The Singer Under the Iron Heel" and " Anti-Japanese War programs such as "Put Down Your Whip" and "Marco Bridge Quiz" have been around for more than half a century. Although the heads on the Huang-Yao ancient stage have stopped moving and the gongs and drums have stopped, the carved beams and paintings on both sides of the stage and the bluestone road below the stage are still telling the story about the Vulcan bird "Bifang" to the passing tourists. According to legend, Bi Fanggui is a divine bird that feeds on fire. Wherever she appears, fire will inevitably come. However, because she was greedy for the beautiful scenery of Huang Yao, she transformed into a human form and married into an ordinary family, and then brought heavy disasters to Huang Yao. Although Bi Fang, a kind-hearted person, recovered his original shape and put out the fire with the help of his peers, he still blamed himself when his friends, relatives and neighbors around him suffered such a natural disaster. In order to make up for her mistake, she decided to make some amends to the locals before leaving. So, she spent more than twenty springs and autumns, day after day, year after year, carrying wood to build houses and stones to pave roads for the local people. When she left, she was very pleased to face the seven streets and lanes paved with 99,999 pieces of bluestone.

Nowadays, we are walking in the streets and alleys of Huangyao Ancient Town, stepping on the blue and white slates paved by Bi Fang with more than 20 years of life. Why do we have no reason to express ourselves in a hurry? Slow yourself down? Is there any excuse not to feel heartbroken because of one's own mistakes, or even still go one's own way? The historical and cultural heritage of the ancient town, the small bridges and flowing water, the green mountains and bluestone alleys, all welcome the arrival of modern urbanites with a classic but open attitude, just to cleanse the dirt and mud in their hearts.

The ancient town, with its natural and simple attitude, is still silent despite the chaos of all things in the world. The bluestone road in the ancient town, with its profound and grateful feelings, is still extending forward, constantly leading us to cultural celebrities, giving us infinite impact on our vision and soul. He Xiangning, Liang Shuming, Qian Jiaju, Gao Shiqi, Zhang Xichang, Mo Naiqun, Xu Yinchu, Zhou Kuangren and a series of other cultural celebrities have all left their outstanding footprints on the bluestone road of this thousand-year-old town. In this late spring season, I am lucky enough to follow in the footsteps of these celebrities and feel the history and charm of the ancient town. It is truly a blessing for me!

The ancient town of Huangyao that has been silent for thousands of years

2009 Literature and Art Liu Fei

January 19, 1736, this is a great day. In Greenock, Glasgow, Scotland, a baby boy clasped his weak little hands, slowly opened his eyes, and looked disdainfully at the world around him. Then, he remembered a clear cry, as if Declaring to the world: "I'm here!" Subsequently, during his 83 years of life, he relied on the improved steam engine to not only write the thickness of his life, but also became the driving force for social progress and started human industry. The sacred ceremony of the arrival of revolution. About 500 years ago from the day when this industrial giant was born, in the far east, Yang Wenguang, a loyal man of the Yang family, led Renzong to lead the crowd to put down the rebellion in the border town of Longping County (now Zhaoping County, Guangxi). . They sang triumphantly all the way and were invincible, chasing the remaining bandits at the intersection of the Pearl River, Xingning River and Yao River. Seeing that there was no way to escape, the remnant bandits threw themselves into the "Three Rivers". Seeing this, Yang rushed to rescue. Then he appeased the rebels and benefited the people, and because there were many people with the surnames Huang and Yao in the area, he was named "Huang Yao".

Watt’s improved steam engine has long since become obsolete and has entered the history museum. The industrial revolution era that he trumpeted only left behind black chimneys, abandoned mines, dirty rivers, and the loneliness, anxiety, apathy and other mental illnesses that modern people have. The Huangyao Ancient Town is like a classical oriental phantom, traditional and clean, emerging from the mud and unsullied. It has been silent for thousands of years and has always inherited its own simple and solemn style.

When I once again set foot on the quiet and peaceful land of Huangyao and felt its charm and richness, Ouyang Yuqian led members of the Guangxi Provincial Art Museum to perform "The Singer Under the Iron Heel" and " Anti-Japanese War programs such as "Put Down Your Whip" and "Marco Bridge Quiz" have been around for more than half a century. Although the heads on the Huang-Yao ancient stage have stopped moving and the gongs and drums have stopped, the carved beams and paintings on both sides of the stage and the bluestone road below the stage are still telling the story about the Vulcan bird "Bifang" to the passing tourists. According to legend, Bi Fanggui is a divine bird that feeds on fire. Wherever she appears, fire will inevitably come. However, because she was greedy for the beautiful scenery of Huang Yao, she transformed into a human form and married into an ordinary family, and then brought heavy disasters to Huang Yao. Although Bi Fang, a kind-hearted person, recovered his original shape and put out the fire with the help of his peers, he still blamed himself when his friends, relatives and neighbors around him suffered such a natural disaster. In order to make up for her mistake, she decided to make some amends to the locals before leaving. So, she spent more than twenty springs and autumns, day after day, year after year, carrying wood to build houses and stones to pave roads for the local people. When she left, she was very pleased to face the seven streets and lanes paved with 99,999 pieces of bluestone.

Nowadays, we are walking in the streets and alleys of Huangyao Ancient Town, stepping on the blue and white slates paved by Bi Fang with more than 20 years of life. Why do we have no reason to express ourselves in a hurry? Slow yourself down? Is there any excuse not to feel heartbroken because of one's own mistakes, or even still go one's own way? The historical and cultural heritage of the ancient town, the small bridges and flowing water, the green mountains and bluestone alleys, all welcome the arrival of modern urbanites with a classic but open attitude, just to cleanse the dirt and mud in their hearts.

The ancient town, with its natural and simple attitude, is still silent despite the chaos of all things in the world.

The bluestone road in the ancient town, with its profound and grateful feelings, is still extending forward, constantly leading us to cultural celebrities, giving us infinite impact on our vision and soul. He Xiangning, Liang Shuming, Qian Jiaju, Gao Shiqi, Zhang Xichang, Mo Naiqun, Xu Yinchu, Zhou Kuangren and a series of other cultural celebrities have all left their outstanding footprints on the bluestone road of this thousand-year-old town. In this late spring season, I am lucky enough to follow in the footsteps of these famous people and feel the history and charm of the ancient town. It is truly a blessing for me!

Walking through Huang Yao and keeping my heart

Chen Wei, majoring in literature and art in the School of Liberal Arts

The drizzle in the south wrapped in the hot wind whispered the news of summer At the turn of spring and summer, a group of young people drove a bus into Huangyao Ancient Town in Zhaoping County, Hezhou, Guangxi to collect folk songs. Their arrival was warmly received by Zhaoping County government departments, and the local tourism company also promised free sightseeing tours, which really made this group of distant visitors feel very comfortable. After all, their trip had two purposes: one was to discuss the novel "The Rose that Belongs to Nowhere", and the other was to pursue the lingering charm of this thousand-year-old town. After settling down at the inn, some of them no longer cared about the darkness and insisted on experiencing the unique charm of this ancient town first. However, most of them hid in a tavern and ate local specialties.

The dishes on the table are all earthy in color and fragrant, as if they have just been cooked from the farm fields. This reminds people of the sentence "The younger brother heard that the elder sister came to sharpen the knife" in "Mulan Ci" "Huo Huo Xiangzhuyang." The store brought out his signature dishes, allowing the group to slowly enjoy the delicious dishes that still had a delicate aroma. Zhaoping County is famous for its tempeh, so dishes using tempeh as a condiment are indispensable on the dinner table, such as fish with lobster sauce and pork ribs with lobster sauce, all of which are made with their own characteristics. Fish and ribs are commonly eaten, but the flavor is quite different if cooked with black bean sauce. The strange thing is that some young people specially choose tempeh to eat, which shows that it is not impossible that tempeh is more fragrant than meat. According to the store owner, the wine and food here are better than other places mainly because the water quality is better. Thinking about it, in this ancient rural town far away from the bustling city, it is really a blessing for the locals to have such refreshing springs deposited by natural mountains and rivers. Where the water is good, the wine will naturally be mellow. The sour plum wine is served in a large vat, which looks very attractive. The store provides a jug to each table, so you can drink it as you like. When tasting sour plum wine, I seem to be able to recall the taste of sour plum wine, but in my mouth it is rich and sweet, without any fear, and I want to drink a few more glasses. Sour plum wine has no spicy taste, but more of a cellar aroma and refreshing taste. After three drinks, the store brought out another aged wine called Nianzi wine. This kind of wine is deep red in color and has a slightly more sweet taste. The drinkers at the table mistook it for tea and argued endlessly, insisting on trying it instead. Unexpectedly, something better was hidden here. These wines are not easy to get drunk. Because they are aged in-house, the alcohol content is not very high, and they have the effect of strengthening the body. Although it doesn’t have as resounding a nickname as those famous wines, wouldn’t it be more suitable for those who want to explore the ancient times and enjoy the tranquility of being able to have such a small wine in such a quaint town?

I walked into the ancient town’s scenic spots on the second morning. “The rain is about to come and the wind fills the building.” It seems that the wind here can’t be felt, but the thick clouds in the sky clearly tell tourists that there will be a gourd pot soon. Heavy rain is coming. Fortunately, it was just some rain stars caressing the guest's face. The weather in the south is mostly like this in spring, rainy and humid. If there is not such abundant rain, who will wash the dust on the stone road? Who will give those seedlings a chance to grow? Therefore, rain is always closely related to the life of southerners. Along the bluestone road, we entered this ancient town. According to reports, the town is laid out according to the Bagua array, and it is easy to get lost without someone to guide you. It can be seen that people had a strong sense of self-protection a long time ago, and it is precisely because of this closed nature that this ancient town has been preserved to this day.

The paths in the ancient town are all paved with stone slabs. They are winding and extending vertically and horizontally. Traveling through the town is like walking through a maze. There are drainage channels under these stone slabs. When it rains, rainwater will flow into the channels from the cracks in the stones to ensure that there is no accumulation of water on the road surface and pedestrians can still come and go without hindrance. Now, you can still see the plaques and flags of those shops in the past. The plaques are still in the original style, but the products sold inside have been unknowingly replaced by our today's tastes. There are shops selling tempeh, chili sauce and dried radish. A pack of tempeh costs 2 yuan, and a jar of chili sauce costs 10 yuan. They are really genuine, good and not expensive. I don’t know how much they cost compared to today’s business.

There are also some antiques and local handicrafts. There is a small shop called "Guji Pawn Shop", which displays various antiques and vaguely records the life history of local people for hundreds of years, including silver jewelry, bronze sculptures, Pipes, sabers and the like are clearly visible from the past. There are still fist-sized round holes on the wooden windows of some shops. It is said that this was a trading channel made to prevent bandits. The tradition of paying money with one hand and delivering goods with the other hand has been preserved here. Merchants can see the face of the visitor through the round hole to determine his identity, which greatly reduces the risk of being robbed. In that era of turmoil and uncertainty, it was difficult to earn a living, let alone do business.

Passing by Anle Temple, we met a seven or eight-year-old child. He was sitting on the stone pier in front of the temple gate. His feet were bare and he was a little dirty. He was wearing a big sweater, a purple coat, and cotton trousers underneath. It didn't look like summer attire at all, but his face was pure and his eyes were white. Youshen always has a smile on tourists. Every time a tourist passes by him, he will suddenly stand up and poke the tourist on the shoulder or waist. This move makes the tourists think that he is like a madman, and they are afraid of avoiding him. However, as luck would have it, this kid fell in love with one of our group and started playing tricks with him. In this way, this child, whom we call "Little Sharp Brother", accompanied us all the way. Sometimes he was lying on the couch beside the pavilion, crossing his feet, and sometimes he was jumping up and down, making some unusual movements to attract our attention. He didn't answer when I asked him his name, but when some people begging for money on the roadside showed up, he would direct us to take a detour. He confused us, whether he was really crazy or fake. He knew all the stories of this ancient town, and he playfully revealed the suspense that the tour guide had set up for us before the tour guide introduced each attraction. When he was approaching the exit of the ancient town, our accomplice bought him a grilled fish worth two yuan. As soon as he got the grilled fish, he turned around and ran away.

Next to the stage outside the ancient town, we met this sharp little guy again. He said with a smile: "That fish is so delicious." This was his greatest satisfaction! Seeing a child of the same age actually snatching food from tourists, we couldn’t help but sigh: Little Sharp Brother is smart! He used his actions to make us willing to buy something as a souvenir for him, and even felt like it would be impossible not to buy it. Although there were few things, for him, it was undoubtedly like the little match girl seeing the cake in the window, which left him with a lingering aftertaste. It can be seen that he is familiar with this place. He looks like a beggar but does not ask for money from tourists. Instead, he helps tourists avoid being tracked by people asking for money. He conceals his sober reason with his unusual behavior. I learned from the neighbors that he was an orphan, and now only his grandfather took care of him, so he wandered around the town like this. Friends envy his freedom and carelessness, but how many hardships will this freedom bear?

We saw many families with five guarantees hanging in front of their doors in the town. They had their own miserable fates, becoming poor due to illness, becoming poor due to disability, etc. The situation was really shaped by the beautiful scenery here. Contrast. There are few middle-aged men in the town, and most of them have gone out to work. The remaining women, the elderly, and children are living at home what others may look like an idyllic life. This town is so well-preserved precisely because it is undeveloped, but the living conditions of local residents are getting further and further away from the bustling city. The spring breeze of reform has made the city's tall buildings taller and taller, and has turned the countryside into a holiday paradise for urbanites. But how can this kind of psychological shadow between people be eliminated? Urban people yearn for the quiet and leisurely life in the countryside, while rural people yearn for the city. Between the two lives, who can adjust the anxiety and peace of mind? We hope to see quaint towns, but at the same time we don’t want to see the difficult lives of the villagers. Perhaps we can be worthy of those simple villagers by complaining less. As for these sufferings, it has never been about who can pay for them. I believe that the people of the ancient town will have a happy tomorrow. At the entrance of the ancient passage, the spiritual quality of the people of the ancient town is firmly established.

At the end of the description, I still think of Brother Sharp, and hope that he can get the blessing of the Buddha while wandering in front of Anle Temple, so that peace and happiness will last forever, and his tomorrow will be bright and sunny!

Miss Huang Yao

Aesthetics Shen Hailong

Spring is a beautiful season, and this year’s spring has been reluctant to leave. But she had no mouth, no ears, not even skin. She only had her eyes open and watched me slowly consume my inner light and impulse in the noisy city, at the decadent age of twenty-three. If you ignore me, I will go find you.

That night I stayed in the home of a beautiful girl. I fell deeply in love with spring. I licked her tears dripping from the sky. I hugged her for a long time and refused to leave. She has the charm of spring, every inch of her skin is so smooth and creamy, her waist is so charming, and her beautiful face lingers in front of my eyes for a long time. When I just hugged her, the fragrance of her body fascinated me. The cry she brought from the depths of my spirit made my whole exhausted body shed tears. My shrinking desire followed the thick mist and surged gracefully in the trickling stream. .

As usual, it was a storm in the hotel. The difference is that after eating that meal, we found that it was cleaning our stomachs. It is home-cooked food cooked by Miss Huang Yao of Jiudao Family, plus plum wine brewed by Miss Huang Yao herself. In the beginning, I sat around a table with people intentionally or unintentionally, waiting for the waiter to serve food and wine. The first thing served was a small pot of plum wine. There were white porcelain cups of earthy yellow wine. The brothers felt that sitting there was boring, so they clinked the glasses. Slightly sweet, slightly astringent, more than ten degrees, refreshing in the throat, without the strong taste of local wine, smiling like a green fifteen-year-old girl and kissing fifteen-year-old me. I said bro, let's have another drink, this feels good. The dishes were all put out, and there weren't many, just nine dishes for one table. A bowl of boiled chicken, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, stuffed tofu in a bowl, wolfberry egg soup, stir-fried beef with green pepper, etc. All common Cantonese dishes. The chicken raised by Miss Huang Yao's family is cooked with millet. It is not thick, but the meat is actually sweet. I wanted to eat a bowl, and I didn't feel tired after eating a few pieces. I wanted to ask the boss to kill another chicken, because the bowl of chicken was suddenly empty. I asked the girls around me, aren’t you afraid of getting fat? She said it was delicious, really. I said you taste good but be reserved in front of us boys. She said, I forgot, then you can eat other vegetables, which you have never tasted before, just like eating fruits. My brothers can only drink plum wine. After a few glasses of plum wine, my decadent desire is slowly dissolving, like the river beside the town, whining and running in the summer. No wonder Zhang Ailing said that conquering a man is through the intestines and stomach.

After getting off the restaurant, Director Liao said, let’s go see Huang Yao at night now. The taste is different. A few of us juniors followed. The phoenix bamboos on the roadside were swaying tiredly as they kissed the noisy river under the dim street lights. Entering a dark alley with no street lights or passers-by, I felt like a thief. The local dogs that occasionally ran out were like groups of patrolmen, which made people a little scared. The grandmother in front of the high threshold was embroidering the soles of her shoes. She squinted at the group of well-dressed thieves wandering in Miss Huang Yao's depths with wandering eyes. In a deep hug. When I walked in, I asked the people next to me where was the east and where was the west. They don't know either. Yellow and orange lanterns were hung high, and several dogs were smiling at us in the lonely alley. The bluestone road is smooth, whether it rains during the day or the weather here is humid, the ambiguity diffused by the lanterns blurs the distance of thousands of years. The ancient factors in your body will pile up and collide inside, your stomach will churn, your hands and feet will be sluggish, but your mind will be light. I looked at the native dog and stroked his head with my hand. The girl next to me yelled and told me to let go. I said I'm not afraid. This dog belongs to my family and was raised by Miss Huang Yao.

Sometimes I want her to be my wife, and the two of us just walk in the clouds and mist in a melancholy way, without the hustle and bustle of the day. My decadent desire, after her teasing that night, kept raging deep in my heart like the sound of running water near the town in the middle of the night, just like her moans that I couldn't hold on to. It's just that the time is short, I have to leave there, look back for a long time, and reminisce crazily.