Urgently seek the impression of Hongcun with 3000 words. The sooner the better. You can copy and paste anything.

In Hongcun, it was completely dark. Because I didn't book a room in advance, I couldn't go to the inns of those scenic spots, so I had to find a simple-looking aunt to meet the guests at the station and ask her to take me to her inn. Although the inn is near the scenic spot, it is not too far from the scenic spot. The boss is a teacher in a local school, and their families are all locals. They are sincere, simple, natural, enthusiastic and warm.

I got up early the next morning and went to see the hazy but real Hongcun. The first place to arrive is South Lake. The small lake is shrouded in fog, reflecting the hazy mountains and houses, and an arch bridge divides it into two halves. The whole South Lake is similar to a fan and a bow, and that bridge is an arrow. On the other side of Xiaochi is Hongcun, an ancient Huizhou building. But I don't feel anything, probably because I have seen many old houses in Old Town of Lijiang, and it feels similar to those in Old Town of Lijiang. My classmates say that Old Town of Lijiang is a Huizhou architecture, maybe. The entrance to the village is a narrow path, and the running water flows from the ditch to the South Lake. Although there are not many back roads, unfamiliar people can easily get lost and wander around almost all the same buildings, unable to find their way. I walked all the way against the current, with shops selling tea, snacks and handicrafts and people with closed doors. Before long, I arrived at the center of Hongcun-Moon Bay. This is a smaller pond. The water is not clear, but it is clean. I can vaguely see the chubby red goldfish and two ducks paddling leisurely. The buildings around Moon Bay are typical representatives of Huizhou architecture. They are still floating in my mind, but I don't know how to describe its characteristics in words. Maybe it's too simple. But I can't forget its unique ingenuity in details. Wang's ancestral temple was built on the edge of Moon Bay. I followed a group of tourists who came to the ancestral temple early. By the way, I listened to the guide's explanation and hurried to the next place. The next stop is the house of a once rich family. This house is very big, and its design embodies the strict hierarchy of feudal society. Every generation has rules to live there. In the details such as windows, door beams and ceilings, the images are vivid and vivid, and people can still feel the ingenuity of the craftsmen. Standing in the yard and looking up, the sky was intercepted by the roof of the surrounding houses, leaving only a small piece. There is a big vat for collecting rainwater beside the bow. The water inside is like a mirror, leaving the sky in my arms.

In less than an hour, Xiaohong Village will go to the end. I came to the entrance of the village again, ready to savor Hongcun again. Walk slowly, slowly melt into its soul, feel the washing of history with your hands, discover the wisdom of the ancients with your eyes, and appreciate the leisurely and natural attitude towards life with your heart. I ordered a cup of tea at noon, sipped tea by the moon marsh, basked in the sun, and stood in a daze. I did what I did in Shuhe, Hongcun. Maybe the ancient town will slow people down. When I came to Panasonic, the time here became less sharp, and it passed gently. The afternoon just slipped away. I went back to the inn and the boss's house for a meal and went to bed early. I feel much quieter at the end of the day. In this strange but calm environment, I feel that I have returned to my body.

The next day, the destination was Mukeng Bamboo Sea, which was once the location of a scene in Zhang Yimou's House of Flying Daggers. In the morning, I carpooled with two tourists who went to Zhuhai together. Hongcun is not far from Mukeng, only more than 20 minutes' drive. You can see mountains covered with green bamboo in the distance on the road. After arriving, the first thing I saw was a residential building, followed by a bamboo forest, the whole mountain of bamboo. Going up the mountain is like being in a green ocean. The wind blew, rustled, bamboo leaves collided, and green waves rushed to the front from a distance and rolled back. Walking on the path up the mountain, enjoying the scenery and smelling the bamboo fragrance, this dignified, self-sustaining and rich beauty of nature is like a truth and an order, and this calm has nothing to do with the turbulent changes in the world. My feelings for land and nature make me feel a small but detached distance. The most beautiful scenery is at the top of the mountain, just like standing on the waves of the bamboo sea, the green waves are rolling softly. I could have gone down the mountain by zip line, and I could have saved a lot of distance in ten seconds, but I still kept walking and didn't want to leave the earth with my feet. Sunlight passes through the cracks in bamboo leaves, warm and erratic. When I came to the foot of the mountain, I heard a crisp music in the distance. Walking in, I found a bamboo band with all the musical instruments made of bamboo playing, and the sound was crisp, and the bamboo fragrance floated in ... Time passed for a long time. In the afternoon, I returned to Hongcun. I found a scenic inn by the South Lake, ordered a cup of Hericium erinaceus, enjoyed the pleasant sunshine, and sat in front of the door surfing the Internet. I was going to see the night view of Hongcun in the evening, but suddenly I lost interest and went to bed early.

I must leave on the third day. With the help of the innkeeper, I found the bus back to Yixian. Then there is a long ride. Finally returned to school at night.

Later, when I looked at the photos I took, I suddenly found that they were all landscapes and forgot to take one for myself. It's not that hard to forget your existence.

I found myself with an ancient town plot, because I could have stayed in Hongcun for half a day before going to Huangshan, but I didn't want to go anywhere else when I got there. I want to feel the feeling brought by the ancient town. It reminds me of Lijiang and my hometown. It seems that you can experience the taste of your hometown here.

It's done.

Rule number two,

Stay in Huangshan, the mood is quite calm. Just like boiled water. You can drink it, but it lacks flavor. The weather here is fine and sunny.

After driving to the ancient city, I saw Huizhou architecture and listened to the introduction, but I only had a little knowledge. When I saw my hometown, the rest of it was like endless attachment. The only tour guide said that Huizhou women are very bitter. They got married at the age of 12 and kept it at the age of 13. Huizhou men go to various places to do business. They said goodbye. Tears welled up from their eyes. It is really a blessing, but it is also a lifelong misfortune. Everyone has his own life. Looking back is also a song. The years are ruthless. When you know how to cherish, maybe the person you should love most is no longer around. Feelings stem from the heavy history along the way. There are thousands of feelings without reason.

Back to the theme, Hongcun is worth a visit. Its shape is very vivid-a cow. The environment is well protected and the water still flows along the village. Very clear. Bridges, ancient houses and people all have a cultural charm. I really want to open a shop in such a place. Must be much better than them. People are constantly flowing, but few things I take out are decent. They are all imitations. It didn't impress me. Everyone wants to find some little things to take home. They also wander around the house seriously. They still haven't found much. There is only a bamboo vase, which seems to have no traces of artificial carving. The old man said that it has been put for many years and no one cares. After reading it for a long time, I bought it. I just put it in the corner of my house and inserted some dry branches, hoping to have a good effect.

In the retreat hall, his eighth-generation grandson signed books for sale. This is very memorable. Ask him to write and seal carefully and be a cultural person. Ha ha. Coincidentally, there is a quiet booth in an alley, and a young man is silently carving the scenery of the residential buildings. It's exciting to talk seriously. Tell me sincerely what he is proud of, and what he just carved badly. I especially recommend him to carve it.

All group members in the same industry are far ahead. If they can't make it, that's all.

A person is resting in a corner of Hongcun. I found someone filming me. Oh, I was sitting in front of a very representative house in Hongcun, which became a small landscape in other people's shots. Ha ha. Think about it, this is probably the only time I have been to Huangshan in the past two days, and I can enjoy Taobao alone. I looked at the stream in front of the house and the people in Chi Pan in the moonlight. I feel relaxed quietly. I didn't think about love again.

The sky is so beautiful and the sea is so blue. There was no song, but I heard happiness. It flows out of my heart like a mountain spring. What is forever? There will be different scenery at the other end of the mountain and different shoulders behind it. I just haven't reached it yet.

My heart will still miss and remember you. I can't help feeling sick.

Then wait for the wind to blow away.

Waiting for the fragrance of wintersweet that night.

Waiting to see the bright sunshine. ......

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