Climb the ancient road of Asoka Temple.

It rains early, and my husband says you dare not climb the mountain. I said, "No, as planned."

My husband sent the three of us to Wushi 'ao. This is a beautiful small mountain village. The air is fresh, the stream gurgles around the village, and Haoer in the village is beautiful and clean. The middle is covered with a green slate, and the sides are inlaid with white pebbles, which is very eye-catching. There are several persimmon trees near the village, whose leaves have been swept away by the autumn wind, and several red persimmons are hanging naked on the branches to say goodbye to autumn.

Come to Tang Song Oriental Hospital. The small courtyard is unique and full of charm. The three of us sneaked in and looked at the furnishings and arrangements inside. Sigh in praise that the host must be a rich man with culture and taste.

The ancient Asoka Temple is just at the foot of the mountain ahead. Located in Wushi 'ao, Jiaxi Village, Daqi Street, Beilun District, Ningbo. The temple is not very big, but it is quiet. The yellow wall is lined with ivy. Let's take a beautiful picture of each other as a souvenir. The east and west sides are composed of bell tower and drum tower, which are used to tell the time, ring the bell in the morning and beat the drum at night, so it is called morning bell and night drum.

At this time, it was cloudy and it began to rain, so we went to the "Jujube Tree" store to take shelter from the rain. Sitting on the porch, breaking stones with the sound of rain, knocking on melon seeds, drinking tea and whispering occasionally, really stole a long time. Soon the rain stopped. Aunt swept the water in the wooden corridor, diners came in, and the clerk in the blue cloth jacket smiled and his eyes bent like Li Xiang. Every staff member and restaurant guest is polite and gentle, speaks softly, eats slowly, and no one makes any noise. This is a good dining environment. Two years ago, I came here specially for my wedding anniversary.

The rain stopped and the sun blinked and disappeared. I checked the hourly weather forecast on my mobile phone, and it shouldn't rain, so I set out to climb the ancient road.

Passing through the ancient temple to Huilongpo, in the canyon on the way, the streams jingled all the way, and the pine forests along the way. The birds are gone, and the murmur of running water makes the valley quieter. Unknown flowers are scattered in bursts, and the fog rises like smoke, which is fascinating. It has just rained, and the air is particularly clear. All the vegetation is covered with water drops and shiny oil, and the thatch on the roadside is still strong. This has made us miserable. Our trouser legs were soon wet by the rain, and our shoes were less flooded, which made us miserable. The most abominable thing is the trace of man-made destruction of the ancient road. There are deep traces of car tires on both sides of the ancient road, and there are car fenders in the middle of the road. On both sides of the mountain road, like plows, stones turn up. At first glance, they thought it was a mudslide, and the original pebbles were gone. The beautiful ancient road has become bumpy and difficult to walk. I have been here several times. In spring, I come here to pick seedlings and bend down to pick wild bamboo shoots; Autumn has come, so has winter. I think the ancient roads are the precipitation of our ancestors' lives, and we should protect them well. Every piece of goose soft stone absolutely likes the massage of the soles of the feet rather than the rolling of modern wheels.