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The Best Route of go on road trip in Qiaokou Town _ Introduction of go on road trip in Qiaokou Town

Qikou Town is located in Shanxi Province, bordering Shaanxi Province. This is one of the birthplaces of ancient Shanxi merchants, and it has a very splendid ancient commercial culture. It retains the ancient architecture and becomes one of the must-see spots for tourists. Here, we will share with you the best route and detailed strategy to Qikou Town, road trip.

Finally, I decided to go to Qikou this weekend. My wife is very happy. No matter where she is going, 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 dream of a distant place.

A family of three is packed! At seven o'clock in the morning, start from Yangquan Qu, climb the mountain and enter the national highway. The five-year-old daughter asked, "Dad, where are we going?" My wife replied, "Let's go somewhere interesting!" The child was very happy to hear that.

I have experienced the bullying of coal trucks, the traffic jam caused by narrow road accidents, the choking smoke in Zhongyang Iron and Steel Plant, and the bumps across the road.

When the car got out of the ravine and saw the rolling Yellow River rushing among the towering peaks, I felt a chill in my heart and my fatigue was swept away. The journey is also a part of the journey, and all the twists and turns are necessary preparations. I chose this road because I want to walk along huanghe road and enjoy the magnificence of the Shanxi-Shaanxi Grand Canyon.

Enjoy ice cream at Junqiaotou and continue northbound. Although the road is narrow, there are not many cars. In addition to the construction of Mengmen section, a section of dirt road was circled, and the navigation was smooth. The other side of the mountain is undulating, and sometimes several villages are scattered at the foot of the mountain.

With the turning of the Yellow River, there are many scenes of dredging on the beach. My wife and I lamented that it really depends on food.

Soon, I saw a sign of accommodation on the roadside. It turns out that Li Jiashan has arrived. Looked at his watch, it's almost 1 1. 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. After climbing a few steps, I met a middle-aged brother with a backpack and asked us for directions. After cynicism, I learned that he was from Shandong next door, so I went with him. When the mountain turned around, he realized that the mountain road was far behind the village, and it was nearly noon, sweating profusely. Seeing the child's red face, I had to take a shortcut and drive into the village.

With my wife, children and Shandong eldest brother, I drove all the way to the village head and found a vacant lot to park. An old man in his seventies and eighties came over with rolls for grain. I just saw the cardboard "Parking 5 yuan" hanging on the jujube tree next to me. Another grandmother in her fifties and sixties, with a smile on her face and a bucket on her arm, leaned in and asked, Do you need a tour guide? Not expensive, ten dollars! Yang Yang raised the plastic bag in his hand and said, "Send a bag of jujubes, too!" Zizyphus jujube seduces his wife. I asked my brother Shandong to take the tour guide with me, but the neighbors didn't like it, so we parted ways.

Grandma's tour guide is very distinctive. She speaks a dialect, which students usually recite. She read the jingle, seven words at a time, which was catchy. Really, reading is better than talking, and talking 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 do anything, so I calmed my wallet. Fortunately, it is not expensive, so I thought it was sound.

Soon the guide's handwriting will be poor, and I probably can't recite a few places. After repeated efforts, I finally stopped reciting them.

I think of my students who are worried about endorsement.

Poor words are unyielding. Grandma stopped reciting words and spoke instead. Talking to others will make them idle. Do you want to have dinner together at noon today?

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

At this point, we came to a place where we could see the whole village. Grandma said:

Li Jiashan is like a phoenix. My house is in the east wing. The phoenix in the middle is the courtyard, heavenly palace and garden of the rich in the East.

Typical loess landform, elegant natural environment, layered caves, rich yellow river customs, and quaint houses.

Every year, it attracts many artists from all over the country to collect and create. Teacher 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 villages and houses are hard to find all over the world. "Lijiashan Village was jointly announced by the Ministry of Construction and National Cultural Heritage Administration as a famous historical and cultural village in China in June 2009.

I have seen the magnificent gate of the rich family in the East, and I have seen the Potala Palace painted by Wu Guanzhong, leaving a happy photo with Yuanbao Road as the background. Grandma and I went to her house for dinner in the wings of the Oriental Phoenix.

The grandmother on the road introduced that the rich live in the west of the village and the poor live in our east. It is strange to think of the village proverb "There are pancakes in the west and porridge in the east" in Li Youcai Banhua. Rich people like to live in the west? The mountain road is narrow, only one person can pass, and the collapsed place even jumps over my daughter (I am still young). After seven turns and eight turns, here we are.

Sure enough, I live in the east. The gate is simple and the courtyard is narrow. Grandma arranged for us to rest and drink water on the brick arch kiln kang, enjoy the cool under the courtyard gate 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 to my boss and asked my wife, who said it should be when the old lady was young. This is a good photo. I found a few more, posing or herding sheep or reading newspapers, all of 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 hole in the courtyard gate, and we sat and ate while blowing. Although the taste is average, it can't resist the emptiness of the five zang-organs temple. Grandma immediately took two gourds and sold them to our children. The children couldn't put it down, so they had to obey their wishes and buy it. Helpless us, unfortunate children.

It is sad to say goodbye to grandma after dinner. Unwilling to wave, grandma also suggested that her beans (a kind of food, soybean processing) are pure natural food, and there is no pollution, so we can consider selling them to us at a low price. The child was not qualified to offer to buy this time, and I instinctively refused. A little disappointed grandma enthusiastically showed us the shortcut to the village. This refusal adds a touch of sadness to the parting scene. Silently out of a distance, the wife suddenly said: how many pounds do you want to buy? Your mother likes to eat them. I didn't look back, and I regretted it long ago, but it was only ten dollars and eight dollars. Why do I have to buy 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 meets Qiushui here, Kirin Beach is wide, Datong moraine is covered with bare stones, and dozens of people are playing in the shore shoal under the scorching sun. The end of Wohu Mountain is located on the north bank of Qiushui on the right side of the Yellow River, and Old Town Street stretches for several miles at the foot of Wohu Mountain. Living on the top of an ancient mountain, in the highest place, the ancient Black Dragon Temple perched on 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 a new project to develop the Yellow River rafting.

From the Qianlong period of Qing Dynasty to the early days of liberation, Qikou experienced 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 along the coast. More than 380 merchants, large and small, all kinds of goods go down the Yellow River. After arriving in Qikou, it was transported by mules and camels to Wucheng, Jinzhong, Beijing and Tianjin, Hankou and other places, while 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 Qikou Wharf, and there were thousands of mules, horses and camels in charge of transshipment. There are more than 300 camels in the Chen family, a "transport specialist" in Xitou Village alone. "The mouth is inexhaustible, and the city is inexhaustible" and "The mouth is full of oil, and the street is full in three days". The local jingle describes the prosperity at that time. (This passage is from a quotation. )

After finding the parking lot, find the inn. The courtyard along the street extends to the hillside layer by layer, and the 13 alley perpendicular to the main street connects the mountain residence with the main street traffic. 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 cramped stone road with rough red sandstone walls on the left and right sides. You can't see the store door without walking a few steps. The boss led him into the yard, pointed to a lower room on his left and said, "Let's live in this room. The cave is warm in winter and cool in summer, and you can take a bath! " The boss's advertising words are targeted and immediate. We are sweating like a pig. We heard there was a hot bath and couldn't wait to get in. Just after taking a bath and having a rest, my daughter clamored to go to the river to play with water. When the sun set at four o'clock, we left the river.

The amount of water in the Yellow River is very small, only half of that in the river. You can't hear the waves or see the rapids. My wife and daughter took off their shoes and went to play in the shallows by the river. The children were very happy and giggled at the waves. Adults have suffered a lot and their arms have been sunburned by the sun. I managed to coax my little ancestor 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. Beijing is one ahead and Taiyuan is one ahead! " There is a deep hatred 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. Our inn is a part of Auspicious Tobacco, and there are 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 for anti-theft, the shop is divided into two spaces, one is the business space and the other is the daily life space. There are exquisite brick carvings, wooden beams and stone lions on the wall from time to time. I have seen the Ming and Qing buildings in Pingyao ancient city and the brick kilns in my hometown. I am inevitably tired of this kind of building. Qikou is characterized by different red sandstone materials, different cave combinations with exposed columns and eaves, and different topography.

Of course, children are only interested in all kinds of novelty goods from vendors. Look at this. Touch this. Go along Xishi Street, it's almost the same. Go straight to the ancient pier, which is located in the upper reaches of Datong moraine. The river is wide, showing the majestic momentum of the Yellow River. Several broken wooden boats floated on the shore waiting for tourists to visit, and several boatmen sat on the shore and smoked leisurely.

We climbed up an inn called Sihetang with the crowd, and the high gallery pavilion 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 I 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 the Yellow River dozens of miles away from the upstream and downstream, and you can see the whole Qikou Wharf. it

Go back and prepare for the Black Dragon Temple, which is the last important scenic spot in Qikou. When you arrive at Zhong Shi Street, the Black Dragon Temple is already above your head. My daughter said, my feet hurt. I said, go by yourself. She said, Dad, my feet really hurt! Helpless, she bought an ice cream, her feet stopped hurting and she was happy to walk. Climb up the stairs along the alley. The mountain is not high, but it is steep. On the way, I saw several courtyards of pawn shops and chambers of commerce, but I didn't stop much. I had to climb to the top of the mountain before eating ice cream. Some stone steps are carved from huge rocks according to local conditions. Wind, cold and rain have eroded the edges and corners, showing a long history.

Soon I came to the entrance of the mountain. A woman is holding a bunch of incense under her arm to sell: "buy some incense, there is a god of wealth in it, bless you to make a fortune!" " "I dodged a powerful step, the woman became warped up again, and I slipped down again. Women are angry, I am proud. "Don't buy incense into the temple! It's an afterlife! "She cried painfully behind me.

The gate of the Black Dragon Temple is just around the corner.

Enriched the western metropolis,

A good article about the sound of rivers.

This is a couplet written by Cui Bingwen, a Qiaokou person, and posted on both sides of the temple gate. It has been circulating for a long time, and it is this couplet that attracted me to Qikou. There is also a passage, which is said to be a treasure trove of the 3354 Forbidden City written by Shanxi celebrity Fu Shan. The places endorsed by ancient celebrities and sages are always explored by ordinary people, such as In Lijiashan by Wu Guanzhong.

I walked around the temple and found nothing unexpected. There are two historic sites, but unfortunately they don't understand. Several old people were sitting on the steps of the Pian Temple, with musical instruments such as Sanxian or Erhu in front of them, waiting for someone to throw money into the basket in front of them. While wandering around, suddenly, the melodious and hoarse lyre 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 Shaanxi people really hear you?

Climb to the bell tower in front of the temple, touch the old clock and look down. The Yellow River runs from north to south, and the water gurgles from east to west in Datong moraine. In the twilight, the Datong moraine is sparkling, and Cangshan, turbid water, Erqi and ancient town echo each other from afar, shaping the unique landscape of Qikou, which is a portrayal of "rich things and strong people, beautiful rivers and mountains".

"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 enrich the people and prosper" is no longer like that, but "the sound of rivers and Cantonese colors" is the eternal true color.

Out of the temple gate, the child pestered and bought a bamboo crossbow. We bought one after confirming that it was harmless, and hoped 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 projects under construction. Brand-new beams and rafters have been erected. They want to take advantage of a wave of commercial tourism. A stonemason sat in a pile of stones by the roadside, hammering and chiseling with one hand, silently carving rectangular red sand. My daughter stood beside the stonemason for a long time and 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 Wanjiadian.

Now it has been built into a new cave where guests can take a bath.

Cheap farmhouse, guests enter this alley.

I know it's just a stunt, but I'm disappointed to walk in the alley. It's just a simple gate with a sign that says "Stay in 20 yuan".

Living in Mizhi City, Shaanxi Province,

There are doors in the alleys of the city.

A mother gave birth to two flower girls,

A slave named Cai

Feng is a well-known figure among women and children. It is said that everyone from the old man to the old woman to the three-year-old doll may have heard of her name. In order to survive, a fat woman drifted to Qikou, where she became Qin Jin's good friend. Finally, she died in the mouth of country G.

But I remember her. She lives in the gossip and is played and sung by folk artists.

Li Dengxiang, the oriental tycoon of Lijiashan, Chen, the founder of Xiwan Village, and Chen Maoyong and Chen Sanxi of Zhaze Village, these tycoons gradually disappeared in the long river of history, blurred their faces, quietly stayed in the genealogy, and were widely called "tycoons" by local people, leaving only one symbol; However, Feng became more and more vivid through word of mouth of the weak. Maybe a woman with bright eyes and white teeth will walk in a deep alley in Qiaokou at dusk and come to you gracefully.

Qikou, on the other hand, unfolded a magnificent picture of 200 years with the attitude of countless wealthy businessmen and tycoons smoking. Finally, it ends with the tragic legend of a weak woman. Hey!

A sleepless night.

Get up the next day, have 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 Qiushui River leading to Xiwan Village, the newly built asphalt road-Ma Pingchuan, the towering Wohu Mountain and the Black Dragon Temple faded away in the rearview mirror and finally disappeared. A new group of tourists arrived temporarily.