Tourism strategy of Guantao ancient town

Guantao Ancient Town, located in Hebei Province, is a small town full of ancient charm. Many large buildings make you feel blue, but you can find your soul in them. Here, I would like to share with you the travel strategy of Guantao ancient town.

Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding, the wind blowing from the Wei Canal, with the smell of wet water, fish and shrimp, river sand and red soil, stirred the wind chimes on the memorial arch of the late general Wang Zhanyuan, and sounded crisp and sweet. Old streets wake up in the bell, noisy or sleeping. What remains unchanged is the mother river that has been flowing for thousands of years.

In the morning, the bell is called Asahi, Wanxia Hong reflects the eastern sky, and the morning glow shines on the river. The undulating waves shed a layer of colorful broken gold, and the wooden boat raised its sails and began to set sail. The motor of the ship began to start, and the ships crossing from south to north began to dock. In the morning, the porter walked up and down the trembling board with sacks on his back. When the bell rang, the old street rubbed its eyes and woke up. All the shops took off their boards and opened their doors. The bellows of the Old Pearl Teahouse rang, and the seven-star stove was ablaze with brilliant red flames. The little boy walked between the river and the teahouse in a white cloth jacket, and filled several large barrels with fragrant and mellow river water. Bald old Zhu personally made a pot of tea, and the thick tea fragrance filled half of the old street. In the bell, foreigner Zhao's porcelain stall was placed on the street, with black sand pot and casserole, snow-white Pengcheng teapot and tea bowl, and exquisite Jingdezhen shop small handleless wine cup, which were displayed in an orderly way. In the sound of wind chimes, under the big archway, the big carp in the canal fluttered in the basket with black eyes and red tails. The big bowl crab danced its big claws and climbed out of the wicker basket, causing a group of small onlookers. Qingjiang shrimp jumps in the bamboo basket, and the faint fishy smell floats under the big archway. This is the seafood rich in the mother river. My great-grandfather always said that the Yellow River carp is delicious. In fact, the Yellow River in Wan Li is only delicious in Kaifeng, and the carp in our Guantao Yu He are better than it! Try Sun's braised carp and luhua fish, and it will be good as soon as you eat them, which makes Kaifeng carp angry.

In the sound of the wind chimes of the big archway, the Zhangjiatie goods store is busy beside the ancient shed of the Tang Dynasty, which has stood for thousands of years. India's big iron pots, copper cast iron pots, pig iron stoves for cooking, all kinds of foreign and local ironware, the sound of iron collision and knocking is endless, and the sound of bargaining comes from outside the store. Near noon, the food in the first restaurant and mutton restaurant is fragrant, and the bartender's loud greeting is swaying between the seats in the private room. Authentic restaurant snacks, such as wooden comb meat, crispy meat, braised fish and fried tofu with chopped green onion, were served together, and the bartender strode across all the rooms with a wooden plate in his hand. The friendly local accent was far away, and the sound was lingering.

In the afternoon, the breeze from the North River Bay blew the clock on the third floor of the archway. A courtyard in the north of the west side of the ancient shed is very lively. The wonderful performances of circus performers and monkeys drew applause from the audience. The master of "Latin Film" sang while riding a brass cymbal with a colored rope. The audience saw the scenery of the outside world through a small round window. The magician was singing with a handkerchief. On the east side of the ancient shed, the old lecturer is telling the story of "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness" vividly, and the exquisite performance makes people forget to eat. Shadow play is a local art of Guantao folk. After dinner, people gathered in an old big tile house on the west side of Maojiadaokou. The performance of "Mu Guiying in command" is in full swing. The old artist sat behind the curtain, pulling the characters with both hands and feet, imitating the words of the characters in the play in his mouth, so that the characters in the play could be vividly interpreted.

The pendant calligraphy of local artist Zhang Mingdou and his two wives in Guantao County is very popular with the old people. Zhang Ming plays the erhu and two young ladies tell stories. The first lady is famous for her round and loud voice, while the second lady has a hoarse but expressive voice. Accompanied by the beautiful sound of the huqin, the two ladies beat the cowhide drum with drums and pestles from time to time, and the rhythm of storytelling was fast and slow, firmly grasping the readers' psychology and dedicating ancient and modern stories to them in an easy-to-understand way.

In the sound of the wind chimes in the big archway, the cries of various food vendors and Tintin's wind chimes are skillfully coordinated with each other. "Roast chicken one after another" and "long nuts one after another" are calling one after another, ringing between the buildings with blue bricks and gray tiles in the old street and the tall tile houses, and spreading far and wide. Different from now, whether it is roast chicken or peanuts, the packaging of the merchants is completely green. In 1950s, the new ancestral temple in Wang Zhanyuan and the levee just south of Shanxi Guild Hall were a beautiful lake, full of reeds, cattails, lotus roots and water chestnuts. Businessmen collect lotus leaves in the lake, and clean and package snacks such as meat and fried peanuts with clear water, so that the fragrance of snacks is intertwined with the fragrance of lotus leaves. The waterfront of the ancient town is better than that of Jiangnan, which makes the life of the elderly more romantic.

The wind blew that night and the bell rang again. An old street in the east and west has become a world of lights, and discerning steam lights, yellow-covered lights, masthead lights and calcium carbide lights are blooming with strange brilliance. Standing on the levee of Sima Gudu, I looked west. The whole winding ancient street is like a river of lights, flickering. If the sky falls on the earth. When the wind chimes ring most sweetly, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month. Night falls and the bright moon rises, which is the most romantic and emotional day in the old street. This day, also known as the Orchid Festival, is a tradition left over from ancient times. People put their own lanterns, such as lotus lanterns and watermelon lanterns, into the river from the pier of Sima Gudu. Thousands of lanterns float north along the river and slowly flow on the water, which has formed a miracle on earth. The wind chimes in the middle of the night are the most quiet and intoxicating. The south wind rises slightly and the bells jingle. It is said that the whistle of the night boat and the horn of the porter came from Gouwan and Beihewan. It is like a lullaby of the mother river, which makes her daughter fall asleep quietly.

Ding Ling, Ding Ling, and the wind chimes on the big archway intoxicated the ancient town, and also engraved permanent memories and homesickness in the depths of their hometown.