Huang Yao's Impression Prose

Put aside the unfinished composition at hand, put down the numerous plans in my stomach, picked up the Sony Sanpang camera, carried the Archaeopteryx backpack, put on outdoor clothes, and embarked on a trip to Huang Yao.

I asked a few photographers who knew little about Huang Yao and a few writers who knew nothing about Huang Yao. Where is Huang Yao?

The Internet is omnipotent. After doing Huang Yao's homework, I realized that Huang Yao is a place in Guangxi, and there is no train but a passenger bus. The online introduction to Huang Yao is as follows: Huang Yao is an ancient town with a history of thousands of years, which originated in the Song Dynasty, so it was named "Huang Yao" because most of the surnames in the town are Huang and Yao. Huangyao is not a well-known place. Huang Yao didn't appear in the spotlight until two hit dramas, Tea is Hometown, Wine is Hometown Alcohol and The Veil, were filmed here. Like many towns in the south of the Yangtze River, Huangyao has small bridges and flowing water, murals with carved beams and painted buildings, ancient houses with poems painted on the walls, and slate streets left hundreds of years ago. There is an ancient stage in the ancient town. Compared with other ancient towns in China, Huang Yao is less noisy and flashy, and more quiet and far-reaching.

It is this quietness and profundity that gave me the idea of exploration.

The plane landed at Liangjiang Airport in Guilin, and booked a boat ticket to Yangshuo for the next day on Ctrip in advance, because the nearest airport to Huangyao is Guilin, so you can take a look at the scenery of Lijiang River when you arrive safely.

I have never been to Guilin. This is my first time to visit Lijiang River by boat. Over the years, I have been to many places on business. There is no working contact here, and it is a great pity to see the beautiful scenery of Guilin. Maybe it's an act of god. I was tempted by Huang Yao this time.

On a whim, I searched a poem describing the Lijiang River in Guilin. Yuan Mei, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, said: "From the small river to Xing 'an, the water is clearest, and the green hills are clustered with water. You can clearly see the top of Qingshan, and the ship is sailing on the top of Qingshan. Han Yu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said: "Cang Gui, our land is in southern Hunan, the water is a green ribbon, and the mountain is like a green garden." Back to He Jingzhi's modern poem: "Is the heart drunk or awake?" "When the water meets the mountain, the screen is painted, and the picture is painted. The Lijiang River shines on me in Chikage, the song of the Song Dynasty, and the mountain echoes me." Although the ancient poet is famous all over the world, I still like this modern poem.

With a long whistle, the cruise ship sailed out of the river. Under the close contact between the cruise ship and the raft, a green autumn river is covered by layers of long white waves. On both sides of the river, there are high and low green hills. In front of it, there is a narrow and wide water surface. From time to time, fishermen paddle around, and from time to time, cows and horses kiss the green grass. The scenery along the way is as beautiful as ink painting, and it is worthy of the reputation of "Baili Gallery".

I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of Lijiang River, but this is not the purpose of my visit. I got up early the next morning and took the high-speed train to Hezhou.

I have no impression of Hezhou. I didn't know this place until I did my homework before going out this time, because it is the only place to go to Huangyao. The high-speed train is still fast, and it takes an hour to reach Hezhou North Station.

When I walked out of the station, I saw a bus parked there in the distance. I walked over and saw the driver sitting in the cab. I asked, "Hello, Master, where is the bus to Huangyao?" The master pointed with his hand: "See that yellow sign on the ground?" "I looked up at a small square sign standing on the side of the road not far away, so I thanked the master and went to wait for the bus.

At noon, I arrived at the mountain gate of Huangyao ancient town. Buses are not allowed to enter, so I have to walk there. It's not far to walk in, and it takes ten minutes to get to the reserved hotel.

The hotel is called Jiuhushan Hotel. Looking at the back of the hotel building, there is indeed a mountain, which is not high but lush and exquisite. Probably named after this mountain. The entrance of Huangyao ancient town is not far from the hotel, and I feel a little hungry. I put my luggage in my room and went downstairs to eat in the restaurant. The restaurant is not small, but there are few diners. I sat down and picked up the menu and asked, "Is this fish alive?" The waiter replied, "How many people do you eat?" I said, "alone." The waiter said, "You'd better not order fish." I asked, "Why?" The waiter replied, "You can't finish it. The fish is very big. " I asked, "What do you want me to order?" The waiter replied, "How about a fried powder and a soup?" I said, "All right." It's so cheap to check out after eating. It seems that Huang Yao's people are authentic!

The facade of the ancient town is not big, and it seems that there is no courage. Not as grand as the gates of other ancient towns, but it fascinated me as soon as I entered. The first thing you see is the majestic banyan trees and the flowing bridges. People walking on the bluestone road left hundreds of years ago, crossing the streets and alleys of the Millennium ancient town, you see the old yellow walls and gray tiles, and the high and low stone steps.

It's sunny in the afternoon, suitable for taking pictures. After dinner, I went to see the night scene. The red lanterns slightly lit up the community path and shrouded the mystery of the town.

The next day, I got up early again. When there were few people, I visited the ancient town for three or four hours, raised my camera and got a panoramic view of the cultural beauty of the ancient town. When I was hungry at noon, I suddenly saw someone eating at the door of a small shop on the roadside. Looking intently, it was a woman chewing a piece of sweet potato with relish. I don't know if it was a sudden inspiration or a tie. Before coming out of the mountain, I asked, "Hello, did you bake this sweet potato yourself?" The woman replied, "Yes." I asked, "Can you sell me one?" The woman hesitated for three seconds and replied, "This is not for sale, but I will give you one because you are honest." Let me into the shop, she went to the kitchen and took out a sweet potato and handed it to me. Her hands are a little hot. I turned my hands upside down and talked about the modern history of Huangyao ancient town. I asked, "Is this ancient town left over from ancient times?" She replied, "It's true. In ancient times, this was once the seat of the county government, and the county magistrate worked here." I asked, "Why not be commercialized like other ancient towns?" She replied, "The traffic here is inconvenient. It was only in recent years that the aborigines started to do business and set up shops. Traditional culture is relatively complete. There are more literati and photographers here, and there are not many tourists. " I left her five dollars politely when I left.

I left the hotel without waiting for lunch, took the noon bus to Hezhou, and changed to the high-speed train back to Guilin. I arrived at Hezhou North Station around two o'clock. I was hungry and wanted to find a quiet restaurant to have a good meal. So I ran around the station and couldn't find a restaurant to eat. I had no choice but to sit down in the cowshed by the roadside. "Boss, a bowl of green vegetable bean curd soup and fried noodles with eggs." A: "No tofu." I said, "Green vegetable soup then." I saw the stall owner take out a noodle similar to instant noodles from a big paper box, cook it in a boiling water pot, take it out and put it in a cold water basin for later use, fry an egg, put it in the pot with instant noodles, stir-fry it a few times, and then put it on a plate. I also saw an unknown green vegetable put in a pot with water to boil, added salt and miso, and served it in a bowl. I tasted it, but it didn't taste strange. I kept muttering in my mind, swallowed it in a hurry, drank a few mouthfuls of vegetable soup and settled the account of 13 yuan. The price is reasonable.

Sitting on the train from Hezhou to Guilin, looking out the window at the speeding mountains and rivers, thinking about the unrepeatable beauty of Huangyao ancient town. ...