Live in Baihua Cave, the most difficult thing to choose is the direction of your walk.
Departure in the evening is the best. When I went downstairs, it was time to get off work and school. The bustling crowds were coming from the sightseeing road and Fumin Avenue to Baihua Cave, making the village that had been silent all day suddenly become lively. The stalls on the roadside also emerged one after another, the number of inquiries on restaurants and vegetable stalls increased, and the store owners were busy, and fireworks began to rise in this secluded village.
habitually turns left, walk slowly along the Baihua Road, and reach the side of the stream within a few steps. The stream is not deep, but it is very clear. The willows are swaying on the banks. Under the willows, some Hakka life scenes silently tell passers-by the past and present of the village.
Lingnan winds are mostly a bit hot, but they do not affect the comfortable dusk it creates. Walking in the wind, the fragrance of longans, lychees and bananas seems to be heard. When the noise gradually becomes smaller, we walk to a forked intersection.
where to go? This often becomes a beautiful hesitation.
Looking up, facing the towering Tianhou Palace, with winding steps attached to the mountain; entering the path on the right is the Baihua Cave Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Park; on the left is the Huashen Road, which leads to the deep forest, and along the greenway of the stream, you can reach Weibu Village.
Travelers often have to hesitate for a while when they stand there. If the sky is clear and rainy at this time, I will take into account both of the three, and I always feel that this is how the hiking is perfect enough.
So go right, a jackfruit tree will be waiting for the traveler. The fruits on the tree are burdened, and they are thick and mottled like ancient dragon eggs. I can’t help but imagine what a magnificent scene would the tree be if those dragon eggs could hatch? I couldn't help laughing at this childish imagination in my heart, so I continued to move forward, and then went up the small slope and then down the small slope, and saw pine and cypress standing in the staircase. The step-like cemetery made people feel respectful, and I couldn't help but stand silently in front of the monument on the square.
It is said that Baihuadong initiated and organized a peasant association very early. During the Anti-Japanese War, it was also the revolutionary base of Yangtaishan. The simple and brave Baihuadong people spontaneously donated money to build this monument after welcoming peace and becoming rich. Now, the relief of the martyr is lifelike, and the statues of the martyrs on the lawn are running, as if they are always ready to fight for freedom and happiness.
wandered around the garden, as if receiving some kind of heroic baptism. Walking back and going up the mountain along the path, it was the pavilion of the Tianhou Palace. The switch between the wandering thinking must keep up with the pace, because although these two places are equally awe-inspiring, the reasons and atmosphere of the solemnity are different.
Baihua Cave Tianhou Palace is said to have been originally built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties and worshipped Mazu. In Shenzhen, near the sea, Mazu is the sea god in the hearts of the ancestors. People firmly believe that it is necessary to rely on her protection to achieve smooth transportation and abundant fishing. Today, Mazu's belief in the sea god can be said to be part of the history of marine culture. Every year in March and September, there are many pilgrims in the Tianhou Palace. Every household prepares offerings to come here to worship devoutly, praying for good weather and prosperity.
Even on weekdays, I can still experience it when standing in front of the Heavenly Palace. Looking into the railings, the white flower caves in the arms of the mountains gradually approached night. Under the evening clouds, the lights gradually lit up. People either went back or walked out of the house, walked to this intersection, and walked in different directions.
From the Tianhou Temple, he heads to the Huashen Road on the right. On one side of the Flower God Road is a mountain, and on the other side is a slope along the stream. Travelers always feel that the Flower God Road is indeed a Flower God. On the slopes of the mountain, the brushstrokes of the Flower God can be seen everywhere.
Old lychees are everywhere, the largest one is seven or eight meters high, and the top of the tree is like a red cloud. The sweet fruits of the old tree always attract people to peek under the trees. The trunk of the tree is thick and cannot shake. It requires tools. However, it is difficult to find a bamboo pole that is long enough. So a brave and skilled person climbed up the tree, picked it and threw it down. Someone picked it up below and peeled it immediately. The expression was very sweet, which made the onlookers feel that the wind was sweet and continued to move forward with a smile.
The banana leaves are still green, the flames are very big, and the yellow-skinned fruits are still small. In the woods by the mountain, someone will occasionally emerge, carrying a dragon egg-like jackfruit.
There are many people running on the Huashen Road. Children riding bicycles and running people shuttled through, and they could feel the wind and hear laughter. When you are tired of walking or running, sit on the guardrail on the side of the road and take a nap. The clouds become greener and greener in the twilight, and the air emits the fragrance of plants mixed in the forest, drifting straight to the end of the Flower God Road.
The end of the Flower God Road is the fields.
The fields are flat and vast, spread in the mountains. The fields are separated by a stream, with a trail beside the stream, surrounded by wood grain railings, with a large puddle at the end of one side and a leading to the Weitu Village on the other.
The smell of the fields is different from that of the Flower God Road. The Flower God Road is flowing and open, and the fields are rich and gathering. Take a deep breath, as if the essence of the plants and trees suddenly enters the lungs.
Run, walk slowly, or jump like a child. In this free field, you can choose at will, everything will not be abrupt, so natural and peaceful, until you arrive at Weitu Village, several watchtowers are watching you.
If the memorial garden is solemn, the Heavenly Palace is extraordinary, the Flower God Road is unrestrained, the fields are free, then the Wimbledou Village is quiet. Its vegetable fields are quiet, the houses are quiet, the watchtowers are quiet, the fruit trees are quiet, the ancestral halls are quiet, the old wells are quiet, and even the dogs are quiet.
passes through the middle of a large vegetable field, and eggplant, papaya, yellow skin and mango stand quietly on the branches. When we arrived at the village, people closed the door or cooked, or sat at the door quietly shaking their fans to cool off, so that the gentleman could quietly open the courtyard wall, and the dogs squatted at the door and looked at you, and then walked away silently. Several watchtowers are even silent. They have been standing quietly for hundreds of years. They have seen the various stories of this Hakka village, and those stories are now mottled in the walls.
Walking in Weibu Village, you are embarrassed to make noise or stir. You can only calm down with everything, listen to your breathing in silence, and slow down and calm down, because impetuous breathing is not suitable for Weibu Village.
When you walk out of the alley in Weitu Village, the houses will become sparse. Unlike the group living of old Hakka people, later people liked a wider space because they no longer had to worry about safety, and the road between the houses was wider. Occasionally, there were small courtyards to run delicious food, which exuded the fragrance of kiln chicken, and the diners were full of food, and the night sky was filled with the fragrance of wine.
Just like leaving home and leaving the warm dining table, I slowly left Weitu Village from the path. As I walked, I saw the stream surrounded by the white flower cave. The voices gradually became denser and the lights were brightly lit. In just over an hour, this small village in the east of Guangming made people travel through the martyrs' roads, miracles and the Hakka people's old places.
Back on the Baihua Road, the crowd began to grow in the square. The young girl wearing a small black vest and green flower-spreading wide-leg pants folded her white waist and started playing music, preparing to jump with the white flower hole.
Go upstairs, return to the room, open the window, music pours in, and the white flower hole under your feet is moving and still. Travelers think that the White Flower Cave is probably the small capillary. At this moment, the red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets, and blood vessels that flow from the large blood vessels are undergoing replacement between arteries and veins here. When another new morning arrives, they will return and return to the heart of the city through a large blood vessel called the Tourism Road.
