Climb the ancient trails of Ashoka Temple
It was raining when I got up early, and my husband said that you might not be able to climb the mountain. I said: "No, we will proceed as planned."
My husband sent the three of us to Wushi'ao. It is a beautiful small mountain village. The air is fresh, and the gurgling stream passes around the village. The paths in the village are beautiful and clean, paved with bluestone slabs in the middle and inlaid with white pebbles on both sides, which is very eye-catching. There are several persimmon trees beside the village. Their leaves have been swept away by the autumn wind, and a few red persimmons hang naked on the branches, saying their final goodbyes to autumn.
Come to Tang Song. East courtyard. The courtyard is unique and full of charm. Coveted by the furnishings and arrangements inside, the three of us sneaked in to take a look. While praising him, he exclaimed that the owner must be a rich man with culture and taste.
The ancient Ashoka Temple is at the foot of the mountain in front. It is located in Wushi'ao, Jiaxi Village, Daqi Street, Beilun District, Ningbo City. The temple is not very big, but very quiet. The yellow wall is printed with ivy veins. Let's take a beautiful photo of each other as a souvenir. The east and west sides are composed of bell towers and drum towers, which are used to tell the time. The bells are rung in the morning and the drums are beaten in the evening. Therefore, it is also known as the morning bell and evening drum.
At this time, the sky was overcast and it started to rain. We went to the "Zaozishu" store to take shelter from the rain. Sitting under the eaves, accompanied by the sound of rain breaking pebbles, cracking melon seeds, drinking tea, occasionally whispering and exchanging a few words, I really had a half-day of leisure. Soon the rain stopped, an aunt swept the water on the wooden porch, and diners came in. The clerk in a blue cloth coat smiled with eyes as crooked as Lixiang. Every staff member and diners were polite and gentle. , speak softly, eat slowly, no one makes any noise, it is a good dining environment. I specially came here to celebrate my wedding anniversary two years ago.
The rain stopped, and the sun blinked and disappeared. I checked the hourly weather forecast on my phone. It should not rain, so I set out to climb the ancient trail.
Passing through the ancient temple to Huilongpo, in the canyon on the way, the streams are tinkling all the way. There are pine forests along the way. The birds have disappeared. The sound of gurgling water makes the valley more quiet, and the unknown fragrance of flowers The formation floats in, and the mist rises like smoke, like a fairy and an illusion, which is intoxicating. It had just rained, and the air was very crisp. All the vegetation was shiny with water droplets, and the thatch on the roadside was still strong. This was a hard time for us. Our trouser legs were wet by the rain soon, and our shoes were also wet. If there is less water, it will feel wet and uncomfortable. The most disgusting thing is that there are traces of man-made destruction on the ancient road. There are deep car tire marks on both sides of the ancient road, and a car fender is left in the middle of the road. The sides of the mountain road look like they have been plowed, and the stones are turned up. At first glance, they think it is a mudslide, and the original cobblestones are gone. Now, the good old road has become bumpy and bumpy, making it difficult to walk on it. I've been here several times. I came here in spring to pick seedlings and pick wild bamboo shoots; I came here in autumn and also in winter. I feel that the ancient roads are the accumulation of our ancestors’ lives and must be well protected by us. Every soft stone must like the massage of the soles of the feet, not the crushing of modern wheels.