Daily Life in Shaxi

The little blue truck weaves through the alleys, collecting trash. Drawn by the sound, a song in an unknown language plays—a familiar tune meant for the residents. Inside Xingjiao Temple, a book of poetry captures the sentiments of local poets. With each stroke, Yang Yinghua's work brings the countryside to life, preserving the essence of the hometown on paper. Across from the temple stands the opera stage. Once bustling with performances, it now lies silent. The laughter of passersby under the trees in front of the stage echoes the marvel of this small town. In the alleys, families stroll with children, visiting neighbors. Greetings exchanged everywhere leave traces of daily life. The East Fort Gate stands tall, once watching over the horses that passed through. Now, only travelers remain. History drifts like the wind, rustling the willows along the Heihui River.