China, a mountain village deep in the mountains.

The wind leaves have gone, and the birds have gone to shake their branches.

Rain makes winter strong, and frost makes hay thin.

The remnant state is thin in the east and there are few people in the winding path.

It is wet and dark, and the winter in the mountain village is earlier.

My daughter studied photography. In order to create a learning opportunity for her, she took her camera back to her hometown after lunch and asked her to photograph a mountain in Zhangjiaxiang.

My hometown is located in a small valley in the north of Xinmi, surrounded by mountains. It starts from Xinmi County in the south and ends in Xingyang in the north. This humble mountain village has a long history and many stories about it.

Along the way, my husband told his daughter many stories about his hometown. Trees along the road swayed in the wind, and golden leaves fell one by one, some were blown into the sky, and some were swirling in mid-air. Although there are 1000 kinds of nostalgia, there are 10 thousand kinds of reluctance to leave the tree's body.

The village is quietly located in the depths of the mountain. The weather is surprisingly cold, and the mountain wind is blowing wantonly. Because grandma lives in the city with us, our door is guarded by iron generals all the year round. We stopped at a spacious place on the road that didn't enter our hometown and got off. The wind by the ravine was really cold, so we wrapped our clothes tightly in Italian style. My delicate daughter tugged at my arm and tried to get into my arms.

At this time, there was sporadic rain in the sky. My husband gave his daughter an umbrella, and we took pictures while walking.

There is a dam along the highway. It used to be a beautiful reservoir and the birthplace of Jia Luhe. Because of the drought, it has dried up now, and the bottom of the reservoir is covered with weeds.

There is a shabby house on the edge of the village, standing alone in the grass, which shows that it has been a long time since its owner took care of it. The world outside the mountain is wonderful. Many young people have left the mountain village to start businesses and work outside. After all, they will come back sooner or later when they are tired of working outside, and there are also his hometown folks here.

Walking along a mountain road, we vaguely saw a small house with red walls and blue tiles in a large forest. My husband told us that this is their famous grandmother temple within dozens of miles of Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang. It is said that it is particularly effective. Every month, the fifteenth incense is very popular, and people come to beg for children in an endless stream.

Take a closer look at the four stone monuments standing in front of the temple, which record the origin of grandma's temple. It turns out that this temple is Yuxian Niangniang Temple, also called Silkworm Gu Temple. The silkworm aunt enshrined in it is Lei Zu, the inventor of silk. There is also a beautiful local legend about this temple.

Five thousand years ago, during the "Three Emperors and Five Emperors" period, Huangdi, one of the direct ancestors of the Chinese nation, lived in Xuanyuanqiu and Liuzhai, xinmi city. Lei Zu of Xiling, the wife of Xuanyuan Huangdi, was later called "First Silkworm Empress" and "Silkworm Aunt".

Why is it called Aunt Leizu Silkworm? Legend has it that a long time ago, people strung leaves into fish scales and wore them as clothes. When it is cold, they can only use animal skins to keep out the cold.

Later, after our wise ancestors observed spiders weaving webs, they used the fibers of various plants to weave burlap and then made clothes.

Our ancestors ate the most wild fruits at that time. In order to understand people's sufferings, Huangdi and Lei Zu often wandered in the depths of mountains, looking for herbs that could help people get rid of diseases and some wild fruits that could satisfy their hunger.

One day, they swam along Fuxi Mountain and came to a tribe called Guofang to inspect the people's feelings, which is now Fanggou Village. They found a tree with strong vitality called mulberry in this mountain. There are many small purple fruits in the dense leaves. The Yellow Emperor looked up and picked one and put it in Leizu's mouth. Leizu took a bite, and the Yellow Emperor picked some more. When two people eat it, it is sweet and sour. This is what we call mulberries now.

Lei Zu often leads everyone to pick mulberries. When picking mulberries, she saw an insect eating mulberry leaves. When it was full, it would spin silk, which would wrap itself up and form a cocoon.

Later, Lei Zu observed that cocoon can spin silk, and the silk has good toughness. Then she weaves silk into cloth by weaving plant fibers. This silk fabric is soft and smooth, comfortable, warm and noble to wear.

The discovery of Leizu made the Yellow Emperor very happy, so the Yellow Emperor ordered Leizu to teach the broad masses of people here to learn to grow mulberry and raise silkworms. And called this bug silkworm. In Fiona Fang, a place covered with hundreds of miles of mulberry trees is called a mulberry field. Now, a village next to the south of Fanggou is also called Sangyuan Village.

The people of this tribe got rid of the cold and lived a happy life with clothes and clothes. In order to commemorate the merits and demerits of Leizu, people here hold a grand event every year from the first day of the third lunar month to March 15th, because Empress Leizu was born on March 15th. This great event has continued to this day. There is an ancient meeting in March every year in the local area to offer sacrifices to Queen Lei Zu, that is, Aunt Silkworm.

There is a spring in front of the temple, which gurgles all the year round. No matter how dry the weather is, the spring of this spring has never stopped. Later, people said it was grandma's urine, saying that she came to beg her child to drink a bowl of this water, and she would get pregnant when she went back, and she would be able to give birth to a chubby baby next year. There are local jingles as evidence:

Grandma urine, grandma spring.

People are prosperous and their children are virtuous.

It's raining harder and harder, and I'm so ashamed. We are leaving this silent mountain village deep in the mountains. The shooting in the afternoon not only allowed my daughter to practice theoretical knowledge here, but also let her know this beautiful legend in the mountain village. More importantly, it can remind her that this is her hometown. I hope their next generation can return to their hometown one day and transform this small mountain village into a beautiful scenery.