Xiuning: a trip to Lizhuang

I said, I must go to lizhuang village in Xiuning. Lizhuang is a mountain village located at the junction of southern Xiuning and Wuyuan.

Without exception, the route we take is provincial highway 2 18. The picture below shows us looking south on Yangzhanling. Every time I go here, I like to take a picture of going down the mountain. Different seasons and weather will have different scenes.

The route is: Yixian-Yuting-Wei Qiao-Chen Xia, passing through Yunxi Village, Zhu Sheng's hometown. Baidu explained: Zhu Sheng (1299—1370), a strategist and writer in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, was a founding counselor of the Ming Dynasty and a bachelor of Hanlin. At the end of Yuan Dynasty, he was recommended as Zheng Xue of Chizhou, known as Mr. LAM Raymond. Later, he became famous for suggesting to Zhu Yuanzhang that "build a high wall, accumulate grain widely, and slow down to be king". There are many anecdotes about Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Sheng in this area.

On the last road map from Huiling Village to Lizhuang, the distance is 10 km. After reading the map, you will understand why the place names in this area always like to carry the word "Hui".

After Tunxi Village, we began to approach the depths of Wulong Mountain Scenic Resort Scenic Area. It's raining intermittently these days, so it's not convenient to walk, but the scenery is the best at this time. Haven't you heard of misty rain Huizhou?

This was taken in Hui Ling Village under the Wulong Mountain Scenic Resort Scenic Area. Autumn is quiet and everything begins to converge. Rice will be harvested in a few days. It looks like a piece of Huang Chengcheng, with lofty distant mountains and misty mountains. The village of Baiqiang Daiwa is surrounded by Wulong Mountain Scenic Resort Scenic Area, which is comfortable, peaceful and happy.

Sometimes I want to cry when I see those beautiful scenery in the mountainous areas of southern Anhui. Is it sad? Of course not. Have you heard the poem by Ai Qing? "Why do I often have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply. "You see, before I say a few words, I am melodramatic again. "

Here, two young men drove an Audi car with a license plate in Liaocheng, Shandong, but just took a few photos and turned around and went back. Probably the towering peaks stopped them. It seems that they have no chance to see the mountain.

Start climbing back and forth.

Watching Hui Ling Village get farther and farther away from you.

Close to the mountain pass, the clouds become bigger, and you can no longer see the beautiful scenery under the mountain, especially the highway with nine twists and turns.

This is Shang Ya. You can see Lizhuang after this. The altitude measured by my software is 8 16 meters. I don't know if it's accurate or not.

In Lizhuang, the villagers like to sit on the playground at the gate of the primary school and chat. They speak Wuyuan dialect here, just like the neighboring Banqiao Township. I can hear you.

This is Lizhuang Primary School with three offices.

There are always three students, one male and two female, of different sizes.

This is the oldest, nine years old, in grade three. Let's call her Xiao Yang. She is drawing a picture. She explained to me: in the picture, two little girls are chasing and playing, an adult is lying on a bamboo bed, and a waterfall flows down the mountain near the village. The artistic conception of that painting is very beautiful.

In particular, she has parents, but she is no different from an orphan. She used to study in Yiwu, Zhejiang Province, but recently she was forced to transfer to Lizhuang to live with her aunt.

For her privacy, I don't want to say anything here. If anyone has a chance to go to Lizhuang, it's best not to pry and try not to disturb her.

All these were told to me by Cheng, the only substitute teacher in the school. He pulled Xiao Yang to his side out of sympathy.

Put down your luggage and wander around the village. I am probably the only foreigner in the village.

I turned around and turned to Xiao Yang's house. Her aunt didn't come back to work, she was alone. She speaks standard Mandarin. She is polite, enthusiastic, and has an extraordinary speech without losing her childishness. She doesn't seem to have happened, giving you a relaxed state. The more so, the more love there is. Her mother seems to be from Guizhou. If you look carefully, his face is very beautiful and narrow, which has the characteristics of a southwest beauty.

I didn't go into xiaoyang's hall. This was taken at the door. Like most old-fashioned rural families in Huizhou, there are painted scrolls hanging on the wall, and a long table in front, with the same decoration and the same pattern. When you see the front hall, you know the back hall, the stove, and even the leftover sauerkraut or tofu under the lid. They are exactly the same, following the inherent traditions, like rare fossils.

There are many foreigners around me (people outside southern Anhui), but when it comes to southern Anhui or Huizhou, there seems to be nothing to say or see except the mountains and rivers here, and even a little contempt for the "wasteland" here. I think the mountains and rivers in Huizhou are only incidental, and the humanistic feelings that have been integrated into the mountains and rivers are what I can't get rid of.

One moment I feel it is far away, and the other moment I feel it is close to you. I always wander between strangeness and familiarity, vagueness and clarity. This side of the land, in addition to sentimental landscapes, also left something like "emblem rhyme", and beautiful things can always be expected. It's really good.

This is the entrance of the village. There are also several strong Liquidambar formosana. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, can late autumn be far behind? Think of the red leaves that fall on the ground like small palms year after year. Photography lovers like that season, and those colorful photos are overwhelming on the Internet. In my opinion, most of them are over-rendered. In fact, pictures and words are similar in expression. The more insipid, the more lasting and profound.

There is a stone road leading to Balcony Village, which is Li Long. I was going to go, but I heard a village woman say that the grass on the road was too high and I was afraid I wouldn't be back before dark, so I gave up.

This is Li Zhuang from a height. Lizhuang is said to be the tallest village in East China. My height measured in the school playground is about 780 meters. Teacher Cheng said that some tourists measured 800 meters. Of course, there are houses much taller than schools. On average, it is definitely over 800 meters.

That night, Mr. Cheng asked me to stay at school. Several tables were put together to make a good bed, but there was a little less cover. The night in the mountains was still quite cold. As for rice, of course, I bought a bag of steamed bread and eggs from Yixian. I'm good at this. Like pigs and a pot of pig swill, I can eat them well, it's delicious.