Cycling to Jishigang, Ningbo, I discovered a beautiful countryside with wall paintings as a feature. Everyone who has been there says it is beautiful.
My weekend trip was originally planned to go to Pan'ao Reservoir. Starting from the north of the Yangtze River, I took a ferry at Banpu Ancient Ferry to the south bank of the Yao River, and then rode a motorcycle for a leisurely stroll. I didn’t know the road well, so I had to follow the navigation guide and saw a village when I was about to reach Pan’ao Reservoir. The old houses were all painted with wall paintings, with both a red theme and a rural style. Each one was unique. very beautiful. I couldn't help being attracted to it, but I didn't stop. I wanted to appreciate it carefully when I came back. The further you go, the more beautiful the scenery becomes. Not only are there wall paintings, but there are also old objects displayed in the windows surrounding the walls. Each one looks like a work of art. This village is called Shanxiazhuang Village, and it is no exaggeration to call it a beautiful village.
After playing in Pan'ao Reservoir for a while, I returned the same way and started to enjoy it slowly from the west end of the village. A row of narrow red stone roads winding from the west end of the village to the east end of the village. There is a row of houses on the north side of the road. The foundations of this row of houses are about half a meter above the road. You have to go up several steps to enter the yard. . There are several display windows on both sides of the door of each independent courtyard. The objects inside are from the last century, and each item seems to have a sense of age.
The display window of the first courtyard displays abacus, clay pots, enamel jars and angry wind lanterns (called horse lanterns in our hometown). Going further east, there are also coarse porcelain bowls, plates, teapots, telephones, clocks, boiling water bottles, shade lamps, etc. in the windows of other courtyards. These are items I used frequently when I was a kid.
To the east of these courtyards with display windows is the Pei Shengjun Temple, with dark red walls and a typical Ningbo horse-head wall design on top. The two door gods on the temple door are very much like the rural New Year. New Year pictures posted on time. It is one of the most unique temples I have ever seen.
Walking further, there are two rows of houses with blue bricks and black tiles. Ancient doors and windows are inlaid on the mottled walls. Some doors are open. The owner of the house, who is about 50 years old, stands inside the door, looking calm. He looked outside the door, seemingly doing nothing. There are two houses with white walls and black tiles on the fork in the road. On the walls are written two vermilion words "小店". The shopkeepers stand in the door and look out. The house was not big, so I didn’t go in because I didn’t know what it was selling. When I returned, I found someone walking in to buy something. It turned out that it was really a small store.
The random and crowded houses turned the stone road in front of me into a small alley. The small alley spawned many smaller alleys on both sides, and there were several families living in each alley. The afternoon sun passes over the wall and shines into every alley. The alleys were half-lit and half-dark, like time tunnels. Walking in the alleys, I felt like I was back in the old days. Once upon a time, I would walk through such cramped alleys every day, playing hide-and-seek with my childhood playmates, picking out bird eggs, or listening to the rain and playing with the residual flowers. My childhood is fading away, and just when I am about to forget it, these familiar scenery make them clear. Children from farm families have a natural affinity for the countryside no matter what age they are.
The styles of paintings outside the walls of these houses were very different. I was deeply attracted by them and couldn’t help but pick up my camera and take pictures one by one. Several villagers came over and stood in the distance without speaking, looking at me quietly. I didn't say anything and just took pictures. However, I know that they were naturally on guard against a stranger. After looking at him for a while, they didn’t feel like a bad person and walked away.
A portrait of Pan Ao’s mother was painted in the alley at the east end of the village, giving a general introduction to her. Pan Ao's mother is the red liaison I mentioned above. A friend left a message saying that she was her great-grandmother. The introduction next to the portrait is not very good. It makes people feel like they are in a fog. People who don’t understand that period of history have no idea what it is talking about. In this alley, an aunt who was about the same age as Pan Ao's mother parked a car there and walked down with a dog in her arms. I said to her: "Your village is very unique and beautiful!" She said: "No, my daughter brought me here to play, and I take care of her dogs."
Out There is an open space leading to this alley, which is also the exit at the east end of the village. There is a wall on the west side of the open space, with a red theme painting. Under the wall is a jujube tree. The leaves of the jujube tree are very dense, and the leaves are packed with jujubes. These dates are not big, and many of them are already red.
I'm curious as to why no one picks it. Is it because it doesn't taste good or the people in the village are too simple? He reminded me of the story I learned in junior high school textbooks: plums that are not picked by the roadside must be sour. I didn't pick these dates, so I don't know if they are bitter or astringent.
I did not leave, but returned to the west end of the village on my motorcycle. There I saw a small pond, half with lotus leaves, and half with clear water, with an open boat floating in the water. In the middle is a viewing gallery, surrounded by viewing platforms. Rows of vases made of jars were placed on the fence. From this pool, we can see that the village is working hard to create a poetic Jiangnan scene.
Standing at the end of the village and looking back, the whole village lies quietly at the foot of the mountain. The houses with white walls and black tiles are scattered in an orderly manner. Behind the houses are the half-exposed green mountains and white clouds floating in the light blue sky. Become the background of this village. In the increasingly noisy world, such a mountain village is really like a paradise, becoming the most beautiful scenery.
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