20 18 introduction of Wuyuan self-help tour introduction of Wuyuan free travel

Wuyuan is a place full of beautiful fairy tale elements. It used to be the cultural center of Huizhou, with a strong geographical location and cultural output, and retained a large number of Huizhou-style buildings, but now it is included in Jiangxi Province. Let's share the 20 18 Wuyuan self-help tour guide.

Wuyuan, now Shangrao City, Jiangxi Province, was once a part of ancient Huizhou.

1June, 934, Chiang Kai-shek forcibly transferred Wuyuan to Jiangxi, causing an uproar: if Wuyuan is dug from the southwest corner of Huizhou, Huizhou will be cut off and Wuyuan will be lost. As a result, a 13-year-long "Wuyuan belongs to Anhui" campaign kicked off, and many Huizhou people actively ran for this matter. A petition signed by Hu Shi and sent to Congress reads

As a result, you and I both know that the name of Huizhou, which has been used for 780 years, has been changed to a small "Huangshan Mountain", Jixi is included in Xuancheng, and Wuyuan still belongs to Jiangxi. A good government, six counties, is simply breaking into two provinces and three cities. People here don't know whether they are from Anhui or Jiangxi.

But you see, "Wuyuan is regarded by Anhui people and Qufu is regarded by Luyou people", so it is easy to break away from the blood relationship accumulated for thousands of years? As long as you look at the high horse head wall in Wuyuan, you will know that the local customs here are still crowned with emblems.

Horsehead wall is a gable in China traditional architecture. The top layer of the wall is layered and looks a bit like a horse's head, hence the name. Because the wall is higher than the roof, it has good fire prevention function, and it is also called "building wall" and "wind-fire wall". Huizhou is a densely populated city with lingering fire hazards. In their lives, the consciousness of "fire" is everywhere.

In Huizhou villages, the uneven horse head wall is the most striking sign. Those high walls made of black and white are elegant and full of backbone, which can condense the simple aesthetic feeling of modern architecture. Like the folk Suzhou Museum, they are all telling stories from chapter to chapter for more than 100 years.

Although the once white wall has now peeled off, it has added a lot of life flavor because of the bright red door couplets and motorcycles parked at will, which is real and close, just like the neighbors in the same yard in their hometown.

So it is very casual to wander around the ancient villages of Huizhou School. You don't have to go on a pilgrimage, and you don't have to store up a lot of poems to recite. As long as you come hand in hand, look at the curling smoke, listen to the piccolo that penetrates the mist, and feel some quiet time of daily necessities, you can touch its essence.

And it doesn't look like a really distant hometown, nor does it mention weakness, rickets and hardship to you. It just shows you the poem, the beauty, the autumn sunshine sprinkled on the imperial chrysanthemum, and the fairy air flowing in the distance.

Therefore, its cooking smoke has also become a literary image, piccolo has also inspired musicians, and rice, oil and salt are wrapped in the freshness, romance and positive optimism of Baiyangdian School.

If there are poems in the world, Huizhou may not have seven points, but if poetry needs to choose a place to live, I think it is very likely to be here.

China has a variety of traditional houses, with the breath of the imperial city, carved columns and painted buildings, and inlaid with gold and jade; Jiangnan is exquisite and elegant, with small bridges and flowing water and pavilions; Fujian tulou is full of vigor and vitality, giving people a full sense of security. Xiangxi diaojiao building is slender and has the amorous feelings of Xiangxi girls. Each has its own advantages. However, I think that only this kind of "small tile-headed wall with small green bricks and a cloister with lattice windows" can best entrust the homesickness without the owner and make people full of poetry and outline the outline of "hometown".

I am a person alienated from my hometown.

When I was 3 years old, I came to this bustling city with my parents. The food at home is still the burning taste of my hometown. Parents' words are full of local accents, but these do not correspond to the "tall" dense buildings in front of them. What you see and hear are two worlds. At that time, local boys who spoke fluent Cantonese always took pleasure in bullying foreign girls, so I vaguely felt that the city was as inaccessible as they were, and their memories of their hometown had long been blurred. I grew up between these two cultures.

For a long time, my real hometown seemed more and more difficult to remember, and I slowly accepted this new residence. It's just that every time I read something about homesickness, there will always be a faint lack in my heart: I don't even have a hometown I care about.

Later, I packed my bags and went to many places and different towns. I saw cats and dogs on Tongji Bridge, chatting leisurely, lazily basking in the sun, and stubbornly stretching branches and vines upward. They were wrapped in the world of mortals and fireworks and told me:

The homeland used to be Taoyuan Township in my heart. Where the heart is safe, the country is there.