Wushi Village, deep in the mountains, above the clouds

Use a set of "data" to explain why you must visit Wushi Village.

On December 12, 2019, it was selected into the annual list of China’s beautiful leisure villages.

On December 24, 2019, it was selected into the list of national rural governance demonstration villages.

On December 25, 2019, it was rated as a national forest village by the National Forestry and Grassland Administration.

On August 26, 2020, it was selected into the second batch of national rural tourism key villages.

Wushi Village is located in Jianshan Town, Pan'an County, Zhejiang Province. It is more than 500 meters above sea level. It is a small mountain village hidden in the mountains and a "city in the sky" in the clouds.

Wushi Village was originally called Guantou Village. In fact, the name of Guantou Village is still in use today. It is said that Wushi Village has a history of more than 600 years, and was first built in the Hongwu Period of the Ming Dynasty.

The biggest feature of Wushi Village, as the name suggests, is the "Wushi" here, which is black stone, because the main body of the exterior walls of most villagers' houses are black formed from volcanic magma 200 million years ago. It is built of basalt, with black walls and green and black tiles. In addition, many alleys are also paved with black stones. From a distance, it looks dark, hence the name "Wushi Village".

Strictly speaking, Wushi Village refers to the old residential area here. Most of the villagers have moved to the new area across the road from the old village under the unified planning of the local government. The houses in the new area do not have Wushi Village. Stone. At present, some villagers still stay and live in the old village, forming an indispensable scenery of Wushi Village.

Wushi Village is a village built according to the layout of ancient Chinese Feng Shui theory. The houses are built in a "gathering" pattern, shaped like a "bird's nest". The entire village is located on a flat piece of land carved out from the top of the mountain. On the lot, a concrete path, half a floor above the village, surrounds the village, forming a "ring road" and "embracing" the entire village.

The village is not big, covering an area of ​​about 14,000 square meters. There are more than 400 houses in the village. The overall layout looks chaotic but is actually clever. Houses of different sizes are criss-crossed, independent of each other, but also intersect and merge with each other. There is me in you, and you are in me. There are independent small wooden houses, long row houses, triple courtyards with "open loops" on three sides, and quadrangle courtyards with "closed loops" on four sides. Viewed as a whole, the entire village is like a large three-heyuan courtyard, with a large family living in the courtyard and a large "nest".

It is easy to get lost when walking in the village. Fortunately, the village is not big. It is easy to get out by using any tall tree on the periphery as a reference.

More importantly, I am not in a hurry.

Walking in the alleys of the ancient village, there is always a feeling of "there is no way out, but there is another village with bright willows and flowers". Inadvertently, a dark stone wall blocks the eyes, and there is no doubt that there is no way. Only when we reached the end did we realize that a path at the corner extended to the small courtyard next door.

Almost every corner will bring surprises and surprises.

Wooden house, black walls, black tiles, pond in front of the door, silent old well.

Stone paths, corridors, moss, and winding steps.

Dry firewood is piled up in the open space under the eaves, and long johns are drying on the bushes.

The sunshine splashes in the quiet yard, lazy and warm.

Fireworks in the Siheyuan, people in the Sanheyuan.

Grandma holding her grandson, young and artistic young man sketching in front of an ancient tree.

In two hundred million years, inorganic matter turned into multi-cells, and the vast oceans turned into the Himalayas. In the world of volcanic rocks, the unification of the Qin and Han Dynasties, the chaos of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty were just things that happened and disappeared in the last second. The black stone is within reach, and it feels cool to the touch, as if it is still resisting the heat of landslides and ground cracks. Its delicate texture is like a tunnel made of dense celestial bodies, in which silent time is replayed.

Speaking of Wushi Village, there is a "thrilling" story. More than ten years ago, the village was almost demolished. Later, these Wushi houses were preserved. It is said that now the village has light Tourism alone generates hundreds of millions in revenue.

“Architectural aesthetics” plays a vital role in the attractiveness of a city. Whether it is a super city or a small village, the reason why it is beautiful or not may depend to a large extent. Is there any human emotion in this place? Is it retaining memories of the past? Is there a continuation of its own history? In the process of social modernization and development, how to prevent the memory of history from being easily erased and destroyed is an examination question for each of our managers.

Many people who have been to Wushi Village mostly have an impression of the village as "the buildings are very distinctive and they are all black houses". It is true that black stone is her specialty, but there is more than just Wushi in Wushi Village.

The vicissitudes of old trees are distributed in front of and behind the village, including the fragrant maple that is more than 200 years old, the torreya that is more than 300 years old, and the old locust tree that is more than 600 years old.

The large bamboo forest on the back hillside covers an area of ​​more than 1,000 acres. "Listening to the tranquility of the bamboo sea" has become a beautiful impression of Wushi Village.

The Panlong terraces in front of the village are layered on top of each other. There are more than 40 terraces in total. They were developed in the early Qing Dynasty.

The mountains in the distance are continuous and the trees are lush.

The wind is gentle and the clouds are light, and the sky is blue, so blue that people doubt life.

Some people on the Internet say that one hour is enough to travel to Wushi Village. I am dumbfounded. Wushi Village is not a "tourist attraction" in the true sense, nor is it an Internet celebrity place for people to check in. Here, you don’t need a clear map to guide you to go left or right, nor an itinerary to tell you when you should leave.

Wushi Village is for hanging out and dazing.

If I could, I would really like to live here for two weeks. In the early morning, wake up in the dense village and go to the sun viewing platform to watch the sunrise. In the morning, I wandered around the village, chatted with the old people, went to the entrance of the village to see the terraced fields, and smelled the green smoke of burning straw in the fields. At noon, take a nap under the sweet maple tree. In the afternoon, I went to the mountain bamboo forest and listened to the rustling wind. I could think about anything or nothing. At dusk, go to the back mountain to watch the sunset, see the rays of light and the shining ancient village. For dinner, order a plate of winter bamboo shoots and two liang of wine at the farmhouse at the entrance of the village. At night, I fall asleep with a slight drunkenness and the faint fragrance of torreya...

In recent years, "returning to nature and pursuing old traces" has become a trend on more and more people's travel lists. There’s plenty of reason to believe that this trend won’t be a flash-in-the-pan theme. Our ancestors have created an inexhaustible "source of wealth" for us thousands of years ago. How to protect and inherit this precious property of our ancestors? How to avoid the situation of "demolition and demolition" now and "regret of regret" a few years later? Perhaps what is needed more is for each of us to believe in and appreciate our own national culture, and to filter and reflect on foreign cultures.

After dawn, it’s dawn again.