The best route to travel on the road in Qikou Town _ Qikou Town Travel Guide

Qikou Town is located in Shanxi Province, bordering Shaanxi Province. It is one of the birthplaces of ancient Shanxi merchants, and has a very splendid ancient commercial and cultural atmosphere. It preserves ancient buildings and becomes one of the must-see spots for tourists. Here, I will share the best route and detailed strategy for traveling on the road, Qikou Town.

Finally, I moved the idea of going to Qikou and decided to go this weekend. My wife is very happy. No matter where the destination is, she will probably be happy as long as she leaves the place where she lives and works. This may be some kind of nature of travel. I am obsessed with my homeland and look forward to the distance. ?

A family of three packed their bags! Depart from Yangquan Qu at 7: 00 in the morning, cross the mountains and enter the national highway. ? The five-year-old daughter asked, "Dad, where are we going?" ? My wife replied, "Let's go somewhere fun!" " ? The child was very happy to hear that. ?

I learned the bullying of the Universiade coal truck, met the traffic jam caused by the narrow road accident, endured the choking smoke of Zhongyang Iron and Steel Plant, and the bumps of soldiers crossing the road.

When the car got out of the ravine and saw the rolling Yellow River rushing among the towering peaks, I suddenly felt a chill in my heart and my fatigue was swept away. Traveling by boat is also a part of traveling, and the twists and turns along the way are necessary bedding. I chose this road just to take a walk along the yellow highway and appreciate the magnificence of the Shanxi-Shaanxi Grand Canyon. ?

Du Jun Qiaotou enjoys ice cream and continues to walk north. Although the road is narrow, but fortunately there are not many cars, except for the Mengmen section under construction, which bypasses a dirt road, it is still smooth. The mountains on the other side are undulating, and several villages are scattered on the river bank at the foot of the mountain.

The Yellow River turns with the road, and there are many scenes of dredging on the floodplain. My wife and I lamented that we really rely on food. ?

Soon, I saw a sign on the side of the road looking for accommodation. It turns out that Li Jiashan has arrived. Looked at his watch, it's almost 1 1 point. We decided to go to Lijiashan first. After groping for a long time, I found the way up the mountain and into the village, parked my car at the intersection and prepared to walk into the village. Without climbing a few steps, I met a middle-aged brother with a backpack and asked us for directions. Amid the noise, we learned that he was from Shandong next door, so we walked with him. When the mountain turned around, I found that the mountain road was far from the village, and it was near noon, sweating profusely. Seeing the child's red face, I had to turn around and drive into the village. ?

I took my wife, children and Shandong eldest brother, and drove all the way to the village. I found a vacant lot to park, and an old man with a back of 70 or 80 years old leaned over. I just saw the cardboard "Parking 5 yuan" hanging on the jujube tree next to me. Another 50-or 60-year-old grandmother leaned in with a smile on her face and a bucket on her arm and asked, Do you want a guide? Not expensive, ten dollars! Yang Yang said with a plastic bag in his hand, and also sent a bag of Zizyphus jujuba! Zizyphus jujube seduces his wife. I called my brother Shandong and asked him to join our tour guide group, but my neighbor's brother was very unhappy with his words and went their separate ways. ?

Grandma's tour guide is very distinctive. She speaks dialect, which students usually recite. She read the plaited jingle, seven words at a time, catchy. Reading is better than speaking, and speaking is better than singing. The child listened very fresh and looked curiously at the grandmother with novel pronunciation. I had a hunch that the tour guide might not be able to make any dry goods, so he calmed his wallet. Fortunately, it was not expensive, so he listened. ?

Soon the tour guide's vocabulary was poor, and he probably couldn't recite several places. After repeated efforts, he finally stopped reciting.

I think of my students who are worried about endorsement.

The words are poor and unyielding, and the grandmother no longer recites the words, but chats instead, and chats instead of testing-will you eat at noon today?

I can cook at home! In view of grandma's sincerity and sly appearance, she was really cute and the price of rice was reasonable, so we promised her. ?

At this time, we came to a place where we could have a panoramic view of the village. Grandma pointed out:

Lijiashan is like a phoenix. My home is in the east wing. The phoenix in the middle is the courtyard of the rich man in the east, the temple of heavenly officials and the abandoned primary school campus. In the west, the Phoenix Tower is the house of the rich in the west.

After all, grandma was born and raised, so I did my homework in advance and soon found out the terrain of the village with "two ditches and four slopes". ?

From the perspective of geomantic omen, Lijiashan Village looks like a phoenix, and the houses are built according to the phoenix body and wings, which are scattered on the hillside of 70 degrees, which constitutes a very shocking visual effect.

Typical loess landform, elegant natural environment, layered cave buildings, rich yellow river customs and simple houses.

Every year, it attracts many artists from all over the country to come and create. Mr. Wu Guanzhong said: "Li Jiashan looks like a desolate Han tomb from the outside. Once inside, it is a very old and exquisite cave. Ancient villages are relatively closed, like isolated peach blossoms. Such a village, such a house, is hard to find all over the world. " In June 2009, the Ministry of Construction and National Cultural Heritage Administration jointly announced Lijiashan Village as a famous historical and cultural village in China.

I have seen the gorgeous and exquisite gate of the oriental rich man's house, appreciated the "Potala Palace" painted by Wu Guanzhong, and left a happy photo with Yuanbao Road as the background. We went to her home for dinner with grandma in the wings of the Oriental Phoenix. ?

On the way, grandma said that the rich live in the west of the village and the poor live in the east of us. I think of the village proverb "There are pancakes in the west and porridge in the east" in Li Youcai Banhua, and I feel strange. Rich people like to live in the west? The mountain road is narrow, and only one person can pass through it. The collapsed place even jumped over with my daughter (I was young) on my back and turned seven or eight times. Here we are. ?

Sure enough, I live in the east, with a simple gate and a small yard. Grandma arranged for us to rest and drink water on the kang of the brick arch kiln, let the wind blow under the gate of the yard to enjoy the cool and cook by ourselves. We carefully observed this narrow but neat cave and were attracted by the photos on the wall. In the photo, a woman in red is standing in the yard with her head tilted and a bright smile.

I turned my head and asked my wife, who said it should be when the old lady was young. This is a very good photo. I found some more, such as posture, herding sheep or reading newspapers, which are very artistic and obviously from the hands of professional photographers. Ask grandma, sure enough, a photographer has been here twice and stayed for several nights. Grandma proudly repeated the photographer's words: "He said our place is beautiful and primitive!" " "The original three-character cavity. ?

When the meal was ready, a small table was set up in the cave at the gate of the courtyard. We sat by the side, blowing and eating. Although it tastes ordinary, we can't resist the emptiness of the five zang-organs temple. Grandma immediately sold two gourds to my children. The children couldn't put it down, so they had to obey their wishes and buy it. Helpless us, unfortunate children. ?

After dinner, I said goodbye to my grandmother with sadness. Reluctantly waved, grandma also suggested that her family's beans (a kind of food, soybean processing) are pollution-free and pure natural food, so we can consider selling them to us a few kilograms cheaper. This time, the child was not qualified to ask, and I instinctively declined. Grandma was a little disappointed, but she enthusiastically pointed out the shortcut to the village for us. This refusal adds a bit of sadness to the scene of Yi Yi's farewell. Silently walked out of a distance, the wife suddenly said, why don't you buy a few pounds? Your mother likes it. I kept my mouth shut and didn't look back, but I had already repented in my heart-it was only a dozen or eight dollars. Why did I buy it against grandma's wishes?

At 2 noon, leave Lijiashan along the original road and move on. About three or four miles, after turning a mountain peak, Qikou suddenly came into view. The Yellow River and Qiushui meet here, Qilintan River is wide, Datong moraine is covered with bare stones, and more than a dozen people swim in the shore shoal under the scorching sun. The end of Wohu Mountain is located on the north bank of Lishui River on the right side of the Yellow River, and Guzhen Old Street stretches for several miles along the foot of Wohu Mountain. The ancient houses are on the mountain. At the top, the ancient Black Dragon Temple is entrenched at the top of the mountain, silently overlooking the other side. On the other hand, a modern ancient building is being built in Dingjiawan, Shaanxi Province, which is said to be developing a new project of Yellow River rafting. ?

From the Qianlong period of Qing Dynasty to the early days of liberation, Qikou has experienced several ups and downs, and has been a famous commercial center and land and water transportation transit center in northern China. It is said that in its heyday, there were dozens of cargo ships on the dock every day, ranging from two to three hundred. When crowded, three rows of cargo ships lined up side by side and stretched for miles on the shore. There are more than 380 firms, large and small, and all kinds of goods keep flowing down the Yellow River. After arriving in Qikou, it was transported to Wucheng, Jinzhong, Beijing, Tianjin and Hankou by mule and camel, and daily necessities such as silk, tea, tobacco and alcohol were shipped out from here and sold to the northwest. At that time, there were more than 2,000 porters at the bridge, and there were thousands of mules, horses and camels in charge of transshipment. There are more than 300 camel peaks in Chenjia, a "transport professional household" in Xitou Village alone. "Endless burden, unsatisfied Wu Cheng", "

Qiaokou street is full of oil, and it can't flow to the street for three days. "The local jingle describes the prosperity at that time. (This passage is from a quotation)?

After finding the parking lot, go to an inn. Courtyard along the street extends upward along the hillside layer by layer, and the 13 alley perpendicular to the main street connects the traffic between Shanju and the main street in series. According to the sign of "the house of donkey friends", I got into an alley, which is said to be half moon lane. At the foot is a narrow stone road with simple red sandstone walls on the left and right. You can see the store door in a few steps. The boss led him into the yard, pointed to the next room on the left and said, "Let's live in this cave. Warm in winter and cool in summer, you can take a bath! " "The boss's advertising words are targeted and immediate. We are sweating like a pig, and we can't wait to go in as soon as we hear that there is hot water to take a bath. Just after taking a bath and having a rest, my daughter clamored to go to the river to play with water. At four o'clock, the sun went down and we got off the river. ?

There is so little water in the Yellow River, only half of it. Second, you can't hear the waves and see the rapids. The wife took off her daughter's shoes, went into the river and played in the shallows. The children were very happy and giggled when they stepped on the waves. Adults suffered a lot, and their arms were sunburned by the sun. I managed to coax my little ancestors ashore. Ask an old man on the shore when the river will be bigger. The old man waved his hand and held out two fingers: "Big deal, they were all taken away by the upstream, one from Beijing and one from Taiyuan!" There is considerable anger between language and color. ?

Behind the hotel is an ancient street, less than ten meters wide. There are old shops, old brands and old houses on both sides of the street. The inn we stayed in is a part of tobacco, as well as the "Dadecheng Bank" of the Qiao family in Qixian County and the "Xinhua Commercial Bank" of He Long 120 Division. Stores use long door panels instead of door leaves, probably to prevent theft. The shop is divided into two spaces, one for business and the other for daily life. From time to time, there are exquisite brick carvings, wooden beams and stone lions. Having seen the Ming and Qing buildings in Pingyao ancient city and the brick kilns in my hometown, I am inevitably tired of this architectural form. Qikou is characterized by different materials-red sandstone, different combinations-caves with exposed columns and eaves, different topography-scattered according to the height of the mountain. ?

Of course, children are only interested in vendors' novelty goods. Look at this. Touch this. So is walking along Xishi Street. Go straight to the ancient pier, which is located in the upper reaches of Datong moraine. The river is wide, showing a little majestic momentum of the Yellow River. Several broken wooden boats floated on the shore, waiting for tourists to patronize, and several boatmen sat on the shore smoking idly. ?

We followed the crowd to an inn formerly known as Sihetang, and the high porch on the second floor just overlooks the Yellow River. My daughter took the harmonica bought on the street and said, "Dad, I want to sing a song for the Yellow River." So he played the harmonica on the Yellow River. This gallery is called "Tingtao Pavilion" and this building is called "Wanghe Building", which is worthy of the name. From here, you can see dozens of miles upstream and downstream of the Yellow River, and you can see the whole Qikou Wharf. It's nearly 6 o'clock, the cool breeze blows gently, the sunset enters the building, and my wife is sitting in the attic, stained with yellow, enjoying the scenery in the breeze, which is already intoxicated. I listened to the children's squeaking harmonica and looked at the wooden boats at the ancient pier and the endless Yellow River water, which made me feel relaxed and happy. Go downstairs, look back at the inn and savor this couplet on the door:

It's cool to turn Xiangyun into a good guest.

The mouth is condensed with gas, which has a sense of elegance and ancient _ inheritance. ?

Hehe, as a guest, I was praised hard, which was very useful in my heart. ?

Go back and prepare to go to the Black Dragon Temple, which is the last important scenic spot in Qikou. When we arrived at Zhong Shi Street, the Black Dragon Temple was already above our heads. My daughter said, my feet hurt. I said, go by yourself. She said, Dad, my feet really hurt! Helpless, she bought an ice cream, and her feet stopped hurting, so she followed happily. Go up the steps along the alley, the mountain is not high but the slope is steep. On the way, I glanced at the yards of several pawn shops and chambers of commerce, and didn't stop much. I had to climb to the top of the mountain before eating ice cream. Some stone steps were cut and shaped by huge stones according to local conditions, and the edges and corners were eroded by cold rain, showing a long history. ?

Soon came to the mountain gate, a woman with a handful of incense under her arm to sell: "buy some incense, which contains the god of wealth, and bless you to make a fortune!" " "I escaped with a strong step, the women posted it again, and I slipped away with a clear step. I am proud when a woman is angry. " Don't buy incense into the temple! What an afterlife! "She cried painfully behind me. ?

The gate of the Black Dragon Temple is really in sight. ?

Wu Xi metropolis,?

A great article about river sounds and beautiful colors. ?

This is a couplet written by Cui Bingwen from Qiaokou on both sides of Miaoshanmen. It has been talked for a long time, and it is this couplet that attracts me to the bridge. It also has a horizontal comment, which is said to be the title of Shanxi celebrity Fu Shan-Jingu Treasure Land. The places endorsed by ancient celebrities and sages are always explored by mortals, such as Wu Guanzhong to Lijiashan. ?

A cursory visit to the temple found nothing surprising. There are two historic sites, but I don't understand them. Several old people were sitting on the steps of the Piandian, with musical instruments like Sanxian or Erhu in front of them, waiting for someone to throw money into the basket in front of them. I was wandering around when suddenly, the melodious and hoarse sanxian sounded and the old man in the temple began to play the piano and sing. Husky tunes and slight waves filled the sky above Wohu Mountain. Can people in Shaanxi really hear you?

Climb to the bell tower near the temple gate, touch the old clock and look down. The Yellow River flows from north to south, and the water flows from east to west, meeting in Datong. In the boundless twilight, Datong is sparkling, Cangshan, turbid water and Erqi echo the ancient town from a distance, shaping the unique landscape of the incision, which is a portrayal of "things enrich the people and make the rivers beautiful". ?

"Mountains are beautiful because of water, water is dangerous because of moraine, towns are born because of moraine, and temples are thriving because of town." The former moraine has been washed away by the flood, and "things are different and happy" is not the same as that year. "The beauty of river sound" is the eternal essence. ?

Out of the temple gate, the children pestered to buy a bamboo crossbow. We bought one after confirming that it was harmless, hoping that the kinetic energy would not be greater than 1.8 Joule. Back to the inn, some shops are ready to close, and the old men and women get together in twos and threes to talk about the day's business. There are still several under construction, and brand-new beams and rafters are erected, hoping to take advantage of the commercial east wind of tourism. A stonemason sat in a pile of stones by the roadside, hammering and chiseling with one hand, silently carving rectangular red sand. My wife and daughter stood by the masons and watched for a long time. The daughter asked, "Why did Grandpa cut this stone?" "Because he wants to build a house with stones." Sighing the hardships of life, I continued to walk to the inn, and a signboard caught my interest. ?

There are a few lyrics written on the signboard:

Feng, a famous prostitute at Qiaokou, stopped at Wanjia Store. ?

Now it has been built into a new cave, where guests live and bathe. ?

Cheap farm shop, guests enter this alley. ?

I knew it was just a stunt, but I walked into the alley anyway. I'm disappointed. It's just an unremarkable gate with a sign of "Stay in 20 yuan". ?

Who lives in Mizhi City, Shaanxi Province?

There is a door in the alley at the gate of the city. ?

Two flower girl born to one mother?

The slave's name was Cai Yun?

Feng is a household name. It is said that everyone may have heard of her name from Qikou to the old lady to the three-year-old doll. A fat woman, in order to survive, drifted to Qikou and became a good friend of Qin Jin. Finally, she died in the mouth of selling gold. How did she take part in the romantic field, and how did she fool around with wealthy businessmen and tycoons? There's no way to know. Looking up information on the Internet, the new version of Feng's story portrays her as a chivalrous, righteous, brave and virtuous person, which not only underestimates the complexity of human nature, but also insults the readers' IQ, which is really unbelievable. ?

But Qikou remembers her. She lives in the gossip in the streets, playing and singing by folk artists. ?

Li Dengxiang, the richest man in Lijiashan, Li Dengxiang, the richest man in Li Defeng, Chen Normal, the founder of Xiwan Village, and Chen Maoyong and Chen Sanxi of Zhazeshan Village, these wealthy businessmen and tycoons gradually disappeared in the long river of history, blurred their faces and quietly stayed in the genealogy, and were widely called "rich" by local people, leaving only one symbol; However, the image of Feng Fengchen's woman has become more and more vivid through word of mouth. Perhaps walking in the depths of an alley in Qikou at dusk, the woman with bright eyes and white teeth will come to you gracefully. ?

Qikou, on the other hand, unfolded a magnificent picture scroll for 200 years with the attitude of countless wealthy businessmen and giants, but in the end it ended in a tragic legend of a weak woman and gradually declined. Hey! ?

A sleepless night. ?

I got up the next day, had a quick breakfast and set off. ?

The child asked, "Where are we going?" ?

My wife and I replied, "Go to the next interesting place." ?

The child is very excited: "Let's go to a fun place!" " " ?

On the green river leading to Xiwan Village, the newly built asphalt road-Ma Pingchuan, the towering Wohu Mountain and the Black Dragon Temple drifted away in the rearview mirror and finally disappeared. A new group of tourists suddenly came. ?