When I met Wuyuan, I blossomed in my dream (me)

When the spring breeze in March blows away the gloom in winter, the flowers bloom and the grass turns green.

I sat cross-legged on the ocean bed on the balcony and separated the glass to the maximum. With the sudden rise of the temperature, the grass has all poked its head out, young girls are wearing wide-leg pants with bare ankles, and boys are running on the basketball court in short sleeves. Although middle-aged people like me have gone through many years and strictly abide by the natural laws of the older generation, I still can't help but want to breathe more spring.

At this moment, don't drink new tea, don't enjoy the first flowers, isn't it disappointing this increasingly springy March?

Just leave. I didn't do any homework, just simply flipped through the hum of the hornet's nest, a high-speed rail ticket, a bag, and a person's trip to rape flowers began.

I still remember the first time I saw rape blossoms. That year, I went to school in Chongqing. Outside the speeding car window, some delicate yellow flowers are dotted, and some are called friends, swaying in the spring breeze and becoming the most dazzling color in my memory.

Wuyuan of rape blossoms, I am coming!

When I left the station, like a child traveling for the first time, I wandered around the square, took photos up and down with my mobile phone, and met an aunt who was also in her seventies. Her body is so strong that I can't catch up with it when I run. It is said that a person traveled all over China, and menstruation told me her little surprise all the way, and took me to live in a youth travel service.

I've only heard the word youth travel before, but I'm long past the age of living in a place like youth travel!

"Youth travel? Are they all young people who can have an affair? " I'm kidding.

"Go, I have lived for so many years, why haven't I met!" Aunt winked mischievously and said, "Why don't you experience it in case you meet it?"

hahaha. I struggled for a long time, but I couldn't bear menstruation's indecision, so I followed her to have a look.

After entering the door, I found that there was such an interesting place. At the long table in the hall, there are many little girls sitting. Everyone is sharing their own strategies and meeting carpoolers and rice manufacturers. Another girl came over and greeted me warmly. "Sister, you need to buy a pass for Wuyuan scenic spot. You can buy it at the hornet's nest, which is 30 yuan cheaper than the US group. "

I smiled, so when the youth travel boss told me that there was only one lower berth between girls, I said happily that I lived here, too. The lower berth was for my aunt, so I lived in the upper berth.

I called my best friend, and she said, how can a literary person like you go out and live in the kind of scaffolding bed where many people live? Make it up.

I snorted and shouted, What do you know? This is life!

It was evening after cleaning up, and suddenly it began to drizzle, with the charm of Jiangnan. Walking with an old umbrella in the quiet town of Wuyuan, the rain dripped on the upturned Huizhou architecture and rippled along the blue tiles. At first glance, the patchwork Huizhou architecture is filled with smoke under the fusion of green hills and fields in the distance. Under the umbrella, I can hear my heartbeat quietly. I think, we need this kind of small town with a strong flavor of life to precipitate the impetuousness disturbed by life.

Will you meet a lilac girl with an oil-paper umbrella at the front corner? I took a picture of ink painting and sent it to my circle of friends, lamenting that I was really crazy all my life and never dreamed of Huizhou.

Just after showing off in an ostentatious manner, I looked down and found that my shoes were soaked in rain. Haha, my bubble shoes are so fashionable! Why ... didn't you wash your shoes last time?

Ah! Shame, shame, hurry back to youth travel to change shoes. ...

The next morning, my aunt and I carpooled and went straight to Mengling.

A quiet Shan Ye, because this rape flower is famous. In the rolling hills and forests, just a casual glance was shocked by the surging yellow. Rape flowers are in full bloom with overwhelming majestic momentum, and welcome guests coming and going. With a faint fragrance mixed with the fragrance of earth, it shows people the beauty of spring.

In the 10,000-acre terraced fields, bees are flying and butterflies are busy. The gods are hidden in it. A young man was busy quietly with an easel, and several aunts dragged various scarves and posed with open arms. I don't know whose pet dog is running back and forth, chasing and playing ... There is a little girl next to me, standing among the flowers, wearing a wreath on her head, holding a selfie stick in her hand and smiling brightly.

I was infected by that girl's smile. I bought a wreath and took a selfie in the rape field like a girl. Oh, so spring is so close at hand.

Shuttling through the flowers, I completely forgot why I was upset and had to take a trip. Although people reach middle age, they can't always be happy for things and sad for themselves. They are always sad because of the continuous rain, always nostalgic for the departure of the platform, and always blocked by the rude words of others.

However, this is human nature. Don't become a monk if you really understand? I am horny, how can I give up this world of mortals?

Ha ha ha, Zhang Yujing, back again!

Stepping on the green slate, along the cool stone steps, a turn is a landscape. Gently pushing open a wooden window, the patchwork Huizhou architecture spread out like ink painting, perfectly blending the distant green hills and fields, bringing me back to that immature era.

At that time, the unique rain eaves of the ancient courtyard, the finely carved window sills, the wooden sticks supporting the open windows and the logs sticking out of the windows, and the local farmers hung corn and basked in the dustpans of red peppers and chrysanthemums. The scattered and orderly Huizhou folk houses, colorful and a row of bumper harvest scenery, are really a mobile phone version of The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.

Forgive me for reading less. After taking this photo, I couldn't find the right words to describe it at the moment, and kept chanting "Autumn, I will come again ..."

Let me think about it, and prune cake. It is said that Huangling's prunes and gas cakes are very famous. Dried plum cakes have plums and meat, which are particularly fragrant. Gas cake is made by grinding rice into paste and steaming it with a stone mill, with uniform thickness. It is said that the local men work in the fields, and the village women at home do both well and let the men take them. I am not used to gas cakes, but I fell in love with prune cakes, so that I go out to look for them every morning in Wuyuan.

After coming out of Huangling, my aunt and I went to Likeng, Wangkou, Jiangwan and Xiaoqi on the East Line. My favorite is Wangkou, which is said to be the intersection of the two rivers in Jiangwan section, where merchant ships shuttled in the past. Wang Kou, whose business is extremely developed, has returned to calm after experiencing the changes of the times.

This small village takes the street as the central axis, and at the end of the street is a flowing river with a wide surface. On the other side of the street is a typical Ming and Qing architectural style. The streets of Qingshiban are only two or three meters wide, and each alley has its own name. It is said that the night light alley is full of oil and incense every night, which is the widow Li's reputation for raising her children with great pains. ...

The white and yellow walls in the alley, some covered with moss, have traces of years, and a few grasses in the corner add a touch of charm. Every family has its own family motto hanging at the door. In the open door, every family retains the traditional Chinese style, and almost every family has a traditional clock and square table.

Those ancient incense, those bustling ships and those exquisite sculptures have faded in the mottled drizzle and lingering sunshine, and they feel the ordinary life of ordinary people. In an open door, several old ladies are sitting around the square table. In the cup on the table, chrysanthemums are slowly blooming and gradually returning to an open state. Far away, I feel the fragrance of chrysanthemums coming. That kind of leisure is what I desperately yearn for when I squeeze the subway and eat takeout in the early morning.

On the edge of the village, there is an aunt, surrounded by the river, with a wooden barrel beside her, holding something similar to a rolling pin (alas, I have never seen the world before, and I really can't figure out how to describe it), banging on the clothes in the river. I couldn't help but stop curiously and found that I was taking pictures. Menstruation turned his head shyly. Haha, shy menstruation, I'm sorry. ?

I still can't help but send the candid photos to my girl friends. I said, "Your so-called seclusion is just people's daily life."

? Yes, what we call seclusion is actually just people's daily life.