Stone Village is not far from Jingxing County. On the way to Jingxing in Shijiazhuang, there are signs along the way. From the site selection to the buildings of the village, none is carefully planned. This small village located in the depths of Taihang Mountain, south, low, north, east, west, less than a square kilometer small basin, its shape is slender, like the fish swimming in the east and west of the strip. Shilou Shige, Shifang Shiyuan, Shizhu Stone stool, Shimoshi Stall, Shiqiao Stone Bar can be seen everywhere. The original name of Stone Village is "Yujia Village", because the stone is more used to calling Stone Village. There are more than 300 courtyards in the village, and they have their charm. In addition to the setting of the gate, there are certain rules, and the rest of the households can build according to their own preferences. Without restraint, a stone building group of different heights and widths was created. The village's six streets, seven lanes and eighteen alleys, crisscrossed, settled and stretched, each street is paved with chaotic stones, on both sides of the stone street is a stone courtyard, ancient gate building, black paint gate, family connected, household connected, chicken and dog sound, neighborhood morning and evening, live and live, a farm scene, There are also deep house courtyards, high-rise embroidered buildings, ancient temples and ancient pavilions. The whole village street is built by houses, houses and streets, echoing the hope, and planning is orderly. This is the most quaint village I have ever seen. The houses are all built in stone, with strict silk seams and solid gold soup. The shape of the stone is strange, the ancients used wisdom to build a scattered and unique house without changing their nature and polishing their original appearance, and then stood for hundreds of years still vibrant and vibrant. Your eyes, your feet, your body, are all stones. That cold, ordinary, ordinary life and temperament, but withstand the consideration of time, with the heavy classical atmosphere of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The light in December was slightly clear, but it still picked the warmth of winter from light years away, and it was lightly sprinkled on this rustic village. You see, the stone pavilion at the entrance of the village is half awake and half awake, and the happy sparrows are running up and down, and they can't wait to wake up and sleep all night. The ancient stage on the side, there were tourists lingering here, singing, reading, doing, playing, one board at a glance, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick, one trick The stone pavilion at the entrance of the village, or the temple in the village, is full of the ancients' awe of nature, full of the ancients' wisdom and thoughts of heaven and earth, earth and earth, and natural law. In winter, the heavens and earth are small and colorful. Farm affairs are all closed, and everything is collected. And here, the prosperity is over, the world is quiet, and the world is clear. Only the smelt peppers in the kitchen, the rows of tough radish strips on the roof, the red dried peppers on the walls, and the persimmon cakes in the yard, have been cooked to the real world fireworks. Heading up, the blue sky was high, there were white, smashing clouds, like a big blue bowl of tofu brain. There were jubilant sparrows on the treetops, and the cricket was very obsessed with this Wenson without aggression stone village. Stones are laughing, you are making trouble, warmth is like a heat wave in a tube, layer by layer. I love the small beauty of the mountain, like the cinnamon in the heart.