Jinjiang Wooden House Village, the years are long in the mountains

The car was parked on a deserted forest road. The snow drifted and stopped, the clouds and mist came closer and dispersed, and the sun shone on the shiny snow. Looking into the distance, it felt like thousands of rivers and mountains. This time, we came to Jinjiang Village deep in Changbai Mountain. The short stop was because there is a viewing platform here where you can watch the beautiful forest and sea rime.

I looked up at the blue sky cut by the white birch forest, with the sun shining on me, and suddenly I thought of Hackberry's "White Birch Forest" in my mind. The whole world in front of me was so quiet that only the sound of the soles of my shoes scraping against the snow was left. The snow fell from the branches, falling on my hair, shoulders, and outstretched hands. Even though my fingers and the tip of my nose were all red from the cold, I still felt it was so romantic.

Master Li who was driving didn’t think so. He didn't understand why we had to go to a small village that seemed ordinary to him. I didn’t explain too much. He had grown up in the forest area of ??Changbai Mountain and had already seen various villages. Jinjiang Village might not be anything special to him. But for me, it is a temptation. Starting from Erdaobaihe Town, passing through about 90 kilometers of Changbai forest sea as beautiful as a gallery, we arrived at Jinjiang Village. To be precise, it should be called Jinjiang Wooden House Village, because the wooden house is the essence and soul of this village. When we arrived, the sun disappeared into the clouds and thin snowflakes floated in the sky. As the car drove into the village, what came into view were wooden houses built against the mountains. There were a few wisps of smoke from the roofs, a fence at the door, and a few big yellow dogs barking at us. Everything was rough and uncarved, but suddenly The child caught my heart.

We took pictures in front of the first house at the entrance of the village. As we poked our heads in the eyes, the male owner opened the door and warmly welcomed us into the house. A room similar to a living room, with a heated kang and boiling water on the stove on one side. The male owner is a photography enthusiast, and the walls are covered with photos he took of Jinjiang Village at different times and from different angles. He also eagerly told us the story behind each photo. We chatted while looking at the photos, made a reservation for lunch here, and then went out to continue wandering. When he went out, he pointed to a few plastic sledges at the door and said: "You can play with them, no money is required."

There is a main stone road in the middle of the village, which stretches for a thousand meters from east to west. Duomi, the villagers' houses are located on the south and north sides of the road. The village in the snow is like a painting, with white fields, white roofs, and white roads. Looking at this pure white world for a long time will inevitably make people a little dizzy. Under the eaves are harvested corn, bunches of dried chili peppers, and red girls. The child becomes an invigorating and decorative object. I got on the sledge, and Master Li volunteered to be a coolie, pulling me along the snow. I asked: "Did you play this when you were a child?" He said: "Yes." When he was a child, he lived in an old house in the countryside. The happiest thing was that in the winter, he didn't have to help his father work, and he could go out and play with his friends. All day long.

At that time, in the birch forest at the foot of Changbai Mountain, there were flying pheasants, silly roe deer who couldn't tell the direction, and fast-running squirrels. He and his friends often go to the old forest. They climb mountains and trees together. If they are lucky, they can pick up pine cones on the mountain and see strange footprints of unknown animals. Speaking of the past, those memories of Master Li's childhood came flooding back. He sighed: "It was still interesting back then!"

I got up from the sledge and patted the snow on my pants. Looking back on the past is because we can never go back to the past because many things have changed. Jinjiang Village has also changed. What remains unchanged is perhaps the Jinjiang River flowing at the entrance of the village and the silent mountains and forests surrounding the village. There are still more than ten families living in the village, guarding the mountains and forests, and living quietly. Despite the cold weather, some villagers still set up a stall in their yard or on the roadside, selling home-grown ginseng, hazel mushrooms, ganoderma, pine nuts and other mountain products. If you stop in front of the stall, she will greet you with a smile and introduce you. If you are not interested, she will not force you, and she will still eat melon seeds and joke with the neighbor's aunt. There are stacks of firewood in the fenced yard next to it, and the firewood is stacked neatly. The villagers usually rely on them for cooking.

A big ox and its newly born calf were standing or lying beside the house, nibbling a few mouthfuls of corn stalks on the ground from time to time. A dozen big white geese were squatting and playing on the snow. When they saw us appearing, all the geese stretched out their necks and looked at us with their heads.

The companions pointed the camera at them, and they seemed to feel violated and squawked in protest. This caused the big yellow dog in the yard next to him to become restless and grinned at us. I glared at it and stamped my foot, and it took a few steps back in fright but kept screaming. Along the way, we passed a brewery, a tofu house, several B&Bs, and a rural farmhouse restaurant. It is said that during the peak season, tourists from out of town like to drive here to eat mountain and wild dishes, and the business is booming.

The main road extends to a mountain forest behind the village, which is the most precious resource bank for the villagers. There is an open space at the foot of the mountain, and you can vaguely see the plastic film exposed under the white snow. Master Xiao Li said that it is the ginseng grown by the villagers. It is used to make soup or stir-fry and chew it. It is the most nourishing. There are tall and short trees on the mountain, each with its own mission. There is a shortage of bricks, tiles and stones in the Changbai Mountain forest area, and the most abundant thing is wood. The villagers use local materials, and use tree trunks of the same thickness and length, cross beams and vertical columns, interlocked with tenons and tenons, and then paint the outside with yellow mud to build wooden houses. , to keep out the wind and cold.

Relying on mountains and eating mountains, mountains, forests and people are inextricably interdependent.

At 12 noon, we go back to eat. Eating in the mountains is simple, a big stewed fish and a big plate of steamed buns, with warm tea, filling the room with fragrance. After eating and drinking, my companion lay on the hot kang, snoring so comfortably. I looked at this house. The wooden house had wooden tiles and mud walls, and even the chimney was made of a whole hollow tree trunk. The logs were polished by the villagers' skillful hands and turned into quaint houses. They have survived hundreds of years of wind and frost. It is wonderful. Zai. But this kind of wooden house, which embodies the hard work and wisdom of the Changbai Mountain people, has gradually declined in the long river of history. These remaining villages have become living fossils of Changbai Mountain wood culture. It's a pity, but it's also expected. After a short break, we went to another room to say goodbye. It was a room similar to a bedroom. The hostess sat cross-legged on the kang and watched TV. On the cabinet door above the kang were pasted the couplets "Thrifty and thrifty, peace is blessing". The walls were covered with old newspapers, and the windowpanes were covered in bright red. The paper-cut window grilles add a touch of brightness to this gloomy winter day. The time spent in the mountains is long, a fire pit, a plate of original fried melon seeds, and a big-ass color TV are the best ways for villagers to spend their time.

In the evening, the snow stopped and the whole world became very quiet. The white snow is like a piece of white paper, and every time you draw a footprint on it, there will be a different sense of ritual. The car drove far away, and I suddenly regretted not insisting on staying one night.

Staying overnight in Jinjiang Village, when the snowflakes fall, will your dreams be dyed white? (End)