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Is Qiaokou Town fun? Qikou Town Travel Guide

Qiaokou Town is estimated that many people have never heard of this place. In fact, it is very interesting, and it is precisely because not many people know it that it is the most worthwhile place to come. Before it is over-commercialized, we should experience what a truly modern ancient town looks like. The following small series will introduce you.

Qikou is located on the edge of the Yellow River in Linxian County, Luliang Mountain, Shanxi Province.

In terms of meaning, moraine is a shoal, moraine is of course the shoal of the Yellow River. When I arrived at Qikou, I saw that it was really like this. Even if I take pictures, I want to avoid the lens on the inconspicuous gravel beach on the edge of town.

I arrived a little late, because I was in a hurry to cut short near the road and walked nearly 100 kilometers of muddy gravel road. Alas, I learned my lesson and turned my car into a periophthalmus. When I stood on the other side of the Yellow River and saw Qikou Town for the first time, my eyes suddenly lit up. The steps of the town are clear, and the waterfront with gray tiles and gray walls is uneven and dense, like the little Potala embedded on the side of the Yellow River.

Cross the bridge, turn left and enter the town.

On the one hand, the middle reaches of the Yellow River are very dizzy, and on the other hand, there are rows of houses. The water in the Yellow River is not very turbid, and the old house is very eye-catching. On the roadside is a newly-built imitation old house. Take a look at the swirling flow of the Yellow River, and then look at the ancient streets and lanes.

Park the car on the quiet side of the road and follow the stone slope into the town. The signs of the store are all about snooping on the slightly larger facade, and they are full. An old lady came forward and said that she had a cave-dwelling heatable adobe sleeping platform to live in. She declined politely and tried her luck again.

A slope, a yard, a small door. Above the wall of' Guzhen people', the cave-style houses of two-story buildings come into view. Walking in, the room is clean, the bathroom is complete and the price is reasonable. Just this bamboo curtain, wooden doors and windows, old-fashioned iron locks and iron ring door buckles seem to have returned to the old days.

Well, I live here. Get ready for dinner. It is near the Yellow River. The downhill slope of Yishuier stone road is a highway, and the road through it is the Yellow River. Walking by the river, the water of the Yellow River is very calm, the opposite earth cliff is uneven, the river is swirling, and several green willows reflect the river. The Yellow River water precipitates clear waves here.

Find a farmhouse, the local fresh mutton is good, and the' Sanwa' tofu is unique. The red lanterns in the shop are on, and there is no noise of the city, only silence. It's cold, cold and a little cold. I wash and sleep, and sleep by the Yellow River under a quilt.

The next morning, I set foot on the stone road and quietly merged into the town that had not yet woken up. The small and exquisite gatehouse stands in the town and feels like a city in the city. The towering tower buildings and the distributed crib buildings are suspicious, which is obviously an ancient defensive building.

Guess, this may be a rich family in town. Stone road, stone road, old blue bricks, all old blue bricks. Looking around, the town is supported by slate and blue bricks.

The arch of stone last, the gatehouse of brick last, and the overhanging house with columns pointing from brick to white ash, this scene and memory bring us back to childhood.

In the north, people who are not rich can't afford such a house. Wide streets and narrow alleys, the houses of buyers and sellers are built on different steps.

Not far away, there is a narrow alley hidden between the streets. The alley is so narrow that the line of sight is tapered, and there is a pocket arch across it, connecting the roof above the alley. The defense building seems to be verified again. The original ecological streets are antique, the buildings in Ming and Qing dynasties are simple and authentic, and the carved beams and painted buildings show exquisite and heavy detachable door panels, starting from the appearance of old shops;

Even the peeling walls, crisp brick steps, decaying rafters and quiet stone mills are telling stories of a long time. The whole street is full of merchants' shops.

It feels like traveling through time and space, Ji Xiang Tobacco, Longyuanxiang Inn, Changxing Hotel, Electric Welding Shop, First-class Mobil Yang Huo Store, First-class Mobil Kerosene Company, Datong Bank, Pawnshop and Chamber of Commerce.

Looking around, the whole street seems to be bustling, and every shop is crowded with customers. The shouts of buyers and sellers came and went, smelling the fragrance coming from the restaurant, turning the corner and climbing up the uphill stone road between the stone walls on both sides.

There is a road in the middle of the wall and walls on both sides of the road. You can climb someone else's roof with a little lifting or sliding. Strangely, the roof of this family has chimneys, but there are no tiles. They are all paved with blue bricks. The slope, direction and waterway of the roof have the function of rain, which is really an eye-opener.

In some places, the dry stone walls are completely blocked by stone strips, and the arches of some brick trees are staggered with the later blocks, which clearly shows the dialogue between history and reality in time and space. I wonder whether the natural building materials and seamless technology of old buildings have been passed down from generation to generation.

The stone road is high and steep, and the stone road at the foot has been connected with rock boulders, and the foot is already a mountain. Looking up, the tallest building in the town, Black Dragon Temple, is close at hand. Stone bars and big bricks support the foundation of the temple, with cornices and arches pointing to the sky, the main body of the temple in the middle and the bell and drum towers on both sides.

Arrived earlier but failed to visit the temple. The signboard revealed that the Black Dragon Temple not only offered sacrifices to the Dragon King, but also offered sacrifices to the gods of Fengbo and Hebo. The sound transmission effect of the stage in the temple is excellent, but the sound of singing opera travels ten miles every festival, and there is a saying that' Shanxi sings opera and Shaanxi listens'. Overlooking the town, you can have a panoramic view. The houses in the town are all black and gray, or flat roofs or roofs, or brick or tile houses, or round windows or square windows. The back hills and cliffs still retain old-fashioned caves. The beauty of this town is reflected in its surface. The Yellow River is like the warm embrace of a small town. Sunlight reflected clear waves on the water, and the mountains on the other side were cut into obvious shadows of yin and yang.

Very quiet, eyes slowly scanning, mood, watching the quiet town in a quiet daze. Turning to the back of Longwang Temple, in the middle of a circular archway is "Shen Gong Jie Bao" with red letters on a black background, and the couplets on both sides are "Five Blessingg Minxi Xiaoduhui" and "Jiangyin Yuese Great Article".

Savor carefully, the prosperity of the town in the past is all in it, and the beauty of the town is also contained in it. Qikou, because it can't sail in the lower reaches of the Yellow River Shoal, naturally becomes a land and water terminal for cargo transshipment. In the past heyday, there were at most 100 cargo ships a day.

Since the Qing Emperor Kangxi, the glory of nearly 200 years has brought prosperity to the town, as evidenced by the complete variety of street shops. Back to the' Guzhen family', the boss prepared a delicious breakfast, a bird's nest was stuck under the eaves of the cave, and the flying swallows whispered good morning.

Hello, Swallow, goodbye, Qikou.