Wuyuan · Xiangyu, it’s not that Huangling is not beautiful enough, it’s just that this is more unforgettable

Wuyuan · Xiangyu, it’s not that Huangling is not beautiful enough, it’s just that this is more unforgettable There are always many surprises on the road of travel. In addition to the comfortable scenery, I think the joyful mood along the way can make us feel more comfortable. People who are used to the fast-paced and noisy city life yearn for the slow-paced life in the countryside. We all long to forget our worries for a short while, to find our own way in a small village far away from the world, and to seek the tranquility of a paradise. In the morning, I was awakened by the crowing of roosters, the sound of gurgling water outside the window, and the rustling of Feng Shui leaves. I forgot how long it had been since I was woken up by nature, and instead woke up to the sound of a mechanical alarm clock. Rather than a hotel or a B&B, it feels more like a home. The owner likes to tell stories and chat. He told us about the camphor tree in front of the door that is older than grandpa, and how they used to swim and play in the river when they were young. From the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room, you can directly see the river. The river water flows over the stone slabs and is clear to the bottom, but the water is still very fast. There are always local residents washing clothes by the river. Yes, that's right, machines have liberated our hands. I rarely see people washing clothes by the river, scrubbing with brushes or beating with mallets. Opposite is a sea of ​​rapeseed flowers, and it feels like the whole sea of ​​flowers belongs to you. Put a chair in the room, buy a cup of coffee, pick up a book, and you can sit quietly for an afternoon. The surrounding Hui-style buildings with blue bricks, gray tiles and white walls are the main body of this ink painting, dotted with river water and set against ancient trees. The rape flowers in the distance sway in the wind, fresh and lively. In the evening, smoke from cooking rises up, and the village is particularly quiet and peaceful. The atmosphere of worldly life is what soothes the hearts of ordinary people the most. Light and shadow are divided by the straightest lines. The golden yellow and dark ochre are pure and spotless, as if they had been sifted through a huge sieve. The winds day and night shape the ridges and hillsides into waves, which are extremely gentle and smooth, without a trace of ripples. I want to use my camera to record the beautiful scenery in front of me, but what we see can never be shown under the camera. Time and words are constantly lingering in this small village; this is a very warm way for culture to exist. A thousand kinds of desolation are dreamed of, and after thousands of miles of wandering, this is the home.