Bao Xuming
I can't forget some places, and I still want to go.
When the maple leaves are red again, it is still this village or the few people, we are here.
The village at the foot of the mountain is a standard Huipai tile house, with green tiles and white walls, and the blue tiles are bleached and slippery moss is bleached on the black tiles. The white walls have been used for a long time and appear gray and white. The name of the village is also beautiful, Lingshan Village .
is compared with those popular beautiful countrysides, just quiet. It was a journey of a motorcycle club. Several people left the large army and met by chance. They hurriedly browsed by, but took it deeply in their hearts.
The uncarved original ecology of the village is delightful. I saw the terraced fields of the Ming Dynasty that I saw last time. The work was neat and winding along the mountains, as if people traveled through it, a thousand years at a glance.
In early autumn, the vegetation has no longer the grand and gorgeous colors of summer, and it is lushly presented on the low hillside. It is a regular postcard of autumn.
A slender river that nourishes vegetation slowly passes through the village, dividing the village into two parts, north and south, opposite each other. Such natural cutting makes all mountains, waters and people become more agile, and it is very harmonious, that is the Lingjin River.
Enter the ancient water street in the village, and the bluestone slabs pave the road. In this autumn when it is not raining, the stone slabs do not feel any wet. They have a deep feeling in their hearts and feel at ease.
Stone slabs connect one side of the village along the water. It is the main road of the village and connects more than thirty stone bridges on the other side, which facilitates the passage of villagers from north to south. After walking slowly along the stone road for a while, you will arrive at the outlet of the river. Unexpectedly, there is a temple here at the outlet of the water, called "Leizu Temple" by the locals. In the small Bodhisattva Temple, the fragrance of Buddha and the faith of the world are everywhere. Coupled with the sound of "ding dong" outside, the artistic conception of Buddhists entering the world, and hiding is nothing more than this.
After passing the temple, there is a pavilion on the side of the road. "Wu Fu Pavilion" is a place for passers-by and those who come out of the temple to rest. In autumn, gold is prosperous, so we also pass by the pavilion and pray for blessings in this autumn.
Opposite the pavilion is the Hanyuan Archway, which is also built according to the height of the mountain. It is the archway of the three ladies such as Han'an Gong and other ladies given by the Emperor of Ming Dynasty. The horizontal carving of "Hanyuan" is carved on the archway and the vertical carving is "Enrong". The carvings are exquisite, the textures are clear and unchanged after vicissitudes. The stone carving patterns flying up and down all show the glory and heritage of the family. Standing under the archway and looking up, the not-so-tall archway also brings some of the majesty of a family to people's hearts.
Inquired about the ancestral hall in Lingshan Village, which is the place where the villagers can place their spiritual sustenance. The ancestral hall was built during the Hongzhi period of Qing . The emperor issued an edict, and the ancestral hall was titled "Ming Shi". It turned out that there were men's temples and women's temples. Later, it was rebuilt, and only men's temples were retained. The ancient gates and mottled walls reflect the rise and fall of history and inheritance.
Lingshan Village is surrounded by bamboo sea, boundless. The deep affection of Lingshan Village for bamboo has turned into a unique bamboo utensil in Lingshan. In Lingshan, every household can weave bamboo, bamboo baskets, bamboo dustpans, bamboo hats, , and various bamboo crafts and a wide range of mountain goods. They are placed at the door to choose from for passers-by.
A friend picked up a hat that was not common, and carefully looked at it and fell off. Coincidentally, after the brim of the hat fell to the ground, it was a little tough, and it actually bounced up gently and turned around along the stone road. The busy people chased after it like a market, attracting the kind laughter of the villagers.
I bought a slender bamboo flute as a small commemoration, wiped it, and blew it towards the bamboo forest beside the mountain. In this autumn scenery at the foot of the mountain, the melodious and green flute sound dispersed.
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