I had a hangover when I went to Xingping.

If you don't go out for a walk on a sunny day, you will be sorry for the warm embrace of the sun's father-in-law and the affectionate delivery of autumn spinach by Miss Chun. On a sunny day, I hit it off with the melon girl and had an "elopement". The melon girl is responsible for driving away with a whip, and I am responsible for stopping her from pulling back from the brink. An unprecedented "elopement" is being staged in the "Southbound Journey" in the spring breeze. Go to Xingping to see the fields and Weihe River and the handmade noodles we miss.

I don't know when crowded scenic spots are no longer my dish. I like to go to the barren hills that nobody cares about, see weeds and wild flowers, pick up a few cross-eyed eyes by the river, and spoil them as treasures when I go home. Or go to a remote village and see the local customs there. A dilapidated house, a multi-storey gatehouse, will leave their own feet, leaving a sky full of reverie. Old people babbling in front of the door, cats and dogs walking leisurely will make me jump like an urchin. It is the same hobby that makes me and Guamei have the same taste.

In the spring breeze, singing and laughing all the way, the two "eloped" melon girls were quite proud. Joking, the car drove into the long-awaited hometown of dried noodles-now.

At present, its original name is under the temple. The implication is that this village is under the temple. According to the local people, I don't know when, when, this temple has become today. Perhaps, place names keep pace with the times as well as names. Names represent an era and a culture. But I think temples are more interesting than now. After all, the temple is a sacred place and different words have different meanings.

On Friday, there were no urchins in the alley, and there were no chickens flying and dogs jumping. Occasionally, there are women with children in front of a house, pulling their families in twos and threes, and there are also old people sitting in the sun without saying a word. The tacit understanding is warm, and the turbid eyes are calm and serene in the sun.

The car drove past an alley and didn't see a noodle restaurant. I'm a little disappointed. My best friend comforts the weather this season. Our best friend's voice did not fall, and we saw a family not far ahead was hanging noodles, screaming at the same time. Our best friend parked the car and we flew past like children.

Seeing us coming, the host stood on the high wooden stool and showed a simple and honest smile. The hostess's simple "you two are here" made us feel at home immediately. At that moment, we were not strangers but their hometown party.

The man is responsible for the picture, and the woman is responsible for the delivery. The couple cooperate seamlessly, and their skilled noodle making skills are a must. Just now, the noodles with thick fingers suddenly became a waterfall running down the surface shelf, and then the waterfall became a complex landscape under a small bamboo pole in the hands of men and women. At that moment, the man was Qinling and the woman was Weihe. They meet in the spring breeze in the sun, hang waterfalls in spring and hang them on the Guanzhong Plain. As the waterfall falls, bursts of wheat fragrance come to the nose and float into the distance. The long-lost smell of wheat is refreshing.

My best friend and I greedily smelled the wheat fragrance, and we were ecstatic as a dream. The hostess said that this kind of wheat has a strong smell because the flour she grinds has no additives. Perhaps handmade vermicelli is like a baby's skin, and it is also a kind of beauty without any skin care products. This kind of beauty is called simplicity and original ecology.

Seeing our curiosity, the hostess enthusiastically let us visit her noodle operation room. In addition to the advanced dough mixer, there are memorable furniture, a large basin of coarse porcelain and a big pottery man in the room, and even the wooden board and the pottery board laid on it are full of memories. My best friend asked the hostess curiously how old she started this craft. The woman smiled and said that this craft was passed down from generation to generation. Maybe she was educated in this environment since she was a child. I asked you again if your child knows this craft? The woman sighed. Who wants to learn this now? Hard and tired, I can't earn much money. In the first spring, all the young people in the village went out to work. Perhaps, after many years, no one in the village will hang noodles again.

In today's materialistic society, I don't know how long this skill handed down from generation to generation can last. How many people are willing to pass on this craft? Perhaps only a woman's helpless sigh is the answer.

It's noon now, and lunch time is a little quiet at present. Only the vertical waterfall in front of the old house and the old man sunbathing are quiet. The smell of wheat in the air and sunshine are a good meal. A flower cat dozed lazily by the roadside, heard the sound of our car passing by, and got up warily and meowed.

Out of the village, a rhubarb dog crouched in the wheat field with his back to the sun, and melted himself into the field and spring. At that moment, I couldn't bear to disturb its elegant gaze or its intoxicating loneliness.

Hungry, all the way west to Xingping. A restaurant named "Bitch Spicy Fish" attracted two melon girls to get off the bus along the way and called it "Bitch Fish". How can we avoid it? How can it be compared with high and low? After sitting for several rounds, the female fox fish was defeated and the two "female foxes" won a great victory. They walked out of the shop laughing and looked up. A spire waved to us in the sun. The two melon girls couldn't stand the temptation, so they rode their horses and ran to the top of the tower.

At the end of the month, in Xingping city, red lanterns are still hanging on branches all over the street. The festive couplets in various stores indicate that a year has not gone far, and busy people have started their livelihood for a year.

The spire in the distance is submerged in the high-rise market, and occasionally showing our faces makes us ecstatic. We stopped to inquire all the way, chasing the sun and the spire.

Turn two alleys, only 200 meters away from the Unknown Tower. Park the car and walk there. The bamboo fence of the old house on both sides of the road, the stone wheel parked at random in front of the door, and the mansion that we haven't seen for many years are all love in our memory. Two melon girls screamed all the way, and their silly actions woke up the handsome guy sitting in the corner under the eaves playing with his mobile phone. They smiled at each other and went their separate ways.

The tower is getting higher and higher, and our destination is getting closer. At the end of the alley, there was an old man basking in the sun, and one of them's copper buttons greatly increased my curiosity. Going forward to greet the old man, the old man proudly said that the bronze buckle was handed down by his ancestors, and only five of the original six were passed on to him. Look at the old man's coat carefully. It's a fabric from the 1980s. With these copper buttons, this jacket has its unique charm. These five copper buttons have different patterns, including solid, hollow, floral and animal heads. After several generations, the brass buttons were golden.

While patting the old man's buttons crazily, the two melon girls joked: These are treasures handed down by our ancestors, so you must keep them all the time. The old man smiled with the spring breeze: everything handed down from generation to generation is precious, and he should keep it well.

After the photo shoot, I asked the old people what this tower was and how to get in. An aunt rushed to introduce that it was the North Tower of the Tang Dynasty and only opened its doors on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

It is also a fate to meet the North Tower along the way. Although it is not the first day of junior high school or the fifteenth day, we are still full of confidence and try to knock on the temple gate. The heavy door creaked open, revealing a face full of vicissitudes. The best friend put his hands together to explain what he came for. The kind-hearted lay mother-in-law bent over and smiled and motioned for us to go in.

Looking around at the entrance, the whole temple is less than half an acre, and the North Tower stands in the center of the temple. A vigorous branch of a big tree in the yard leans against the north tower. There are two small temples dedicated to the gods in the northeast corner, and next to Tashi are rows of low-rise simple houses with various sundries piled up. Two stone tablets stand beside the gate, recording the vicissitudes of the North Tower.

The North Tower was originally built in Qingfan Temple. Built in the first year of Zhenguan in Tang Dynasty, it has a history of 1 385 years. The North Tower is a seven-story octagonal brick tower. After 1000 years of wind and rain, this tower has tilted to the southwest. The whole ancient temple does not have the style and prosperity of a famous temple, but it has the majesty and tranquility precipitated by years. The only thing incompatible with the ancient temple is the watchdog under the stone tablet. Its appearance shows that it is an elf from far away. Seeing me reading the inscription in the past, the dog got up and shook its tail to me in a friendly way, and his eyes were full of love.

Although it is non-sectarian, I can't help but be respectful as soon as I enter the ancient temple. I kowtowed respectfully at the gate of the temple for three times, praying that the North Tower would last for a long time and everything would be well.

Look up at the North Tower, quiet inside. Under the blue sky, a plane rumbled by, and my heart was taken to a distant place called the Tang Dynasty.