Ordinary World —— A Journey to Gaojiabao

? I was young when I first saw Lu Yao, but I don't feel so safe when I look back. I first watched the TV series Ordinary World a few years ago. Perhaps, in every young person's heart, there is a Sun Shaoan and a Tian Runye ... It is a very lucky thing to have the opportunity to visit the ancient city of Gaojiabao, where Ordinary World was filmed.

? Shao An, with a white towel on his head, took me step by step into northern Shaanxi, into this bay, onto the beam, and let me stand on the cape and look into the distance.

? Where is the desolate and vast northern Shaanxi? Where is the splendid northern Shaanxi of folk songs? Where is industrious northern Shaanxi?

? At this time, I want to explain to you that northern Shaanxi, at the feet of young people, carries the enthusiasm of youth; ? In the hearts of young people, it tells the eternal friendship of youth; It depicts the picturesque scenery of youth in the minds of young people.

? Northern Shaanxi, from the simple explanation of terms, is the northern part of Shaanxi Province, but from its own explanation, it is a mountain tribe full of wonderful customs and culture.

? On the weekend, I invited two classmates to play in Gaojiabao. Probably because there were few people, a small bus kept us waiting for a long time. After waiting for four or five people, the driver began to leave. Along the way, I picked up two or three people and went down two or three people. There are always five or six people in the car, but it is not crowded.

? This bus departs from Shenmu Bus Terminal, takes a ticket to 20 yuan, passes through Jinjie Town and Lama River, and enjoys the unique scenery and unique landscape world of the industrial park. Beautiful! The wind climbed into the carriage along the window and then blew on the young people's faces. It was soft and charming. Scene after scene, the mountains and trees that flash by are natural contrasts, so that tired eyes can enjoy them without stint!

? After getting off the bus, we were hungry all morning and sang an empty city plan. I smiled shyly. Don't sing drama here as soon as you enter the ancient city. After all, the protagonist is not my stomach.

? Speaking of eating, I have to say something about eating here. After getting off the bus, we turned a street and didn't find anything we wanted to eat. Basically, we found some chop suey noodles, steamed bread and the like, which can be seen in the city at ordinary times. We tried to find some special dishes, but we didn't find anything special. I casually went into a cooking restaurant and ordered two dishes and three fried noodles. Maybe my disappointing stomach is spoiled and picky at ordinary times. Watching two classmates didn't eat much. After dinner, we left angrily. After the local people showed us the way, we took a walk in the ancient street.

? In fact, this ancient city is not big. Two or three streets are the main roads of the ancient city. Just go in and it's East Street. Walking along the East Street, several alleys are crowded with farmers. North Lane 1, North Lane 2 and North Lane 3 are engraved on the yellow drawing board. The mounds and tile houses in this ancient city are full of human poetry. Just seeing these words, you can't help but stop in the alley to enjoy it.

? I said that this is the charm of northern Shaanxi, and no one will deny it. Of course, the scenery and words of nature can only be superficial, but they can't describe its soul in depth, because a person has a scenery here. Only when you have a handful of loess on your face and a layer of loess on your feet, or even put down what you have, can you truly appreciate the feelings of northern Shaanxi in the mountains.

? This is a farmer's old house in North Lane. As soon as I saw this old house, I was inexplicably kind, as if I often appeared in my dreams, and I seemed to have seen it in reality, but I didn't remember it at all. The jujube tree in front of the door has not yet produced red dates, but it is full of vitality, making people feel as empty as this blue sky and white clouds.

? The couplets on the door may have been posted two or three years ago. Here, the weather has weathered, the color has turned white, and the traces of time have quietly passed away.

? On the stone table in front of the door, through the stone bench, I seem to see the old people talking at the top of their lungs, saying that the wheat on the mountain is about to ripen, and there is rain. We should speed up the wheat cutting and don't let the rain spoil the farmers' rations. I also heard them say that their children are very filial, and the elderly are reluctant to eat and wear. It's always pointless to take it to the coffin.

? The sun shone through the leaves and hit the mottled shadows on the ground, which reminded me again. I still remember when I was a child, we played in this shade, ate fish in the water and read books in this shade. It was also in this shade that I suddenly grew into an adult.

? Walking through so many cities, I gradually understand that my hometown is a red line that I can't let go, which affects my heart and rises and falls.

? This row of cylinders may have been fired in the last two years, but the color is relatively new and there is not much dust. Probably the host family put it here to watch. These crocodiles caught my attention because they are common but unique.

? I vaguely remember that there used to be one or two pottery pots in my grandmother's kitchen, either pickled cabbage soaked all winter 20 days ago, a pot of oil or a seasoning bag for cooking in the kitchen. After grandma died, I went back to my hometown several times, but I have never been to my old house. That generation has gone, and I can't remember any affectionate stories except some fragmentary memories.

? The world is changing slowly, either with the yellowing of leaves, or with the interruption of streams, or with the demolition of ancestral houses.

? At the intersection of East Street and West Street, there are several old people, like a group of shivering old sisters, sitting in the sun together. Generations have just come. They turn their backs to the sky when they are busy, and talk under the tree in front of the door when they are free. Their life's hard work and sweat were dedicated to northern Shaanxi. Their dark skin and stiff faces echo the hearty smiles of the old people, setting off a broader world in northern Shaanxi.

? The loudspeaker here plays the folk song "You are on the other side of the mountain, I am standing on the Liang Geliang" ... You really miss till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, have a big drink.

? This song makes you feel cool in the hot sun. ? This song allows you to walk in the dark and feel the return of dawn; This song makes you feel hope when you are confused. What is culture? I said this folk song is also a kind of culture, a kind of culture that educates people.

? I wonder if every ancient city has a city god temple. The Town God Temple in the old town of Gaojiabao is on the main road, with obvious signs. Follow the instructions and go in. Two movable iron bars are places of worship for the duke.

? Town God Temple is a temple dedicated to the God of the Town God, and some places are also called the Lord of the Town God. It is one of the important gods generally worshipped in ancient Chinese religious culture, and is mostly served by famous ministers and heroes who have contributed to the local people. In China folk and Taoism, it is the god who guards the city.

? People are not superstitious, but as a spiritual sustenance, they offer their love to God in order to pray for good weather all year round and the peace of the country and people. This is the wish of every Gaojiabao person, every Shanbei person and all the people in China. One worships smoothness, one worships lovesickness and one worships peace. God always protects sincere feelings, but doing good deeds will bring Mo Wen a future.

? Every time I look up at the moon, it is round, like an ideal of the world hanging in the night sky of northern Shaanxi. Not every day is the fifteenth, but every fifteenth, I will enjoy the moon, because only at this time, except clouds and rain, everyone sees the same moon.

The trip to Gaojiabao is over, but my desire to go deep into northern Shaanxi is far from over and will never stop. Because 1% of my life has flowed here.