At the entrance of Qingyuan village, the sweat "brushed" and came down. In the twilight, driveways, mountain roads, stone roads and ridges swarmed in all directions. Drivers, hikers, backpackers, sketchers and photographers, carrying luggage and carrying guys, marched unswervingly to Qingyuan from any place that can lead to the village and can be said to be a highway.
How careless! When I came to Qingyuan last year, although there were many tourists, it was far less "lively" than it is now. So I didn't expect a small mountain village to book accommodation this time. It's over! Look at this situation, even if the whole village is evacuated, so many tourists can't be accommodated! Thinking of the possibility of spending the night at the head of the village and seeing a scene of ruined temples, shrines and eaves, I couldn't help hugging my arms in the rain.
No choice but to bite the bullet and ask from door to door. Half an hour later, almost every family apologized to me in a helpless tone: I'm really sorry, there is really no room. Looking at them as if they had done something wrong, I could only drag my tired legs out slowly. I asked a dozen people and couldn't find it. I sat down on the threshold of a family with my luggage.
It's getting dark A dog came up to me and looked at me inexplicably. The mixed crowd makes these mental animals no longer alert and call. They have begun to adapt to strange faces and strange smells. Too many strangers make them calm, and the nature of panic and recognition is gradually drifting away from them. And I, every time I go out, I don't talk to people easily, I don't trust people easily, and my strings are always tight.
The wooden door creaked behind me and a flashlight shone. I stood up shyly.
"Didn't you find a place to live?" The host asked.
"yes." I answered mechanically.
He looked at me and thought for a moment: "Come in."
"My family has opened a hotel, but there are really no beds today. If you don't mind, you can sleep in my room, next to my parents, and I will sleep on the sofa in the back. My name is Zhan Weidong, and my hotel is called' Guanting Family', which can be found on Wuyuan Travel Online. "
I almost cheered. God never shuts one door but he opens another! (It seems that sleeping at the head of the village is not unique. Isn't it a little exaggerated to be overjoyed? After I thanked him again and again, his parents politely came to get their luggage and began to arrange dinner. This just heard the voice of the belly unscrupulous screaming. While they were busy preparing a room for me, I began to observe this "official family" carefully.
Guanting, in the old society, was generally the residence of officials who retired from their hometown, and the owner had a higher grade in the DPRK. Therefore, ordinary people without background dare not rashly play the banner of "Guanting". This is a typical Huizhou architecture, with all-wood structure, bucket arch and wood carving clearly visible on the beam. Through the back door, although the appearance retains the Huizhou style, the structure and materials are already modern "Guanting people". The famous, strict and dark official hall in the past is now full of people, bright lights and extraordinary excitement.
The mountain village has finally recovered its former tranquility. I looked through the window, not far from the village head, and someone was lighting a bonfire. Blooming cauliflower and pear flowers send waves of fragrance into the window. Young people who are used to staying up late turn up the songs of the Young Singers' Grand Prix on TV so loudly that they slowly cover the small mountain village like smoke and fog. I can't help but close my eyes. ...
No dreams for a night.
I get up in the morning and feel particularly good. There was a light rain last night, and pear blossoms beaten by the rain spilled all over the window sill. Even the braids of the girls who went to school and the trousers of the peasant women who came back from the vegetable fields were stained with one or two pieces, which were beautifully decorated. Looking at a group of students at the head of the village, scrambling to clean up the tent stained with rain and dew, I suddenly felt grateful.
The tourists all got up early in the morning, and the "Guanting family" was much deserted. Aunt Zhan saw that I was up, and brought a dish of green balls, saying that it was a must-eat cake for Wuyuan Qingming. Green balls are round and green. There is a piece of green Artemisia argyi under each green ball, and a refreshing smell permeates the whole room. Then steamed bread porridge spiced eggs came up, as rich as in the city. Thinking that I sometimes stay in a hotel, I often feel unhappy because I don't eat breakfast, and my heart is warm.
Aunt Zhan began to talk to me while I was eating. It turns out that this "Guanting family" can receive thirty or forty people, and the scale is not small! With the warming of tourism economy, Qingyuan, a small mountain village isolated from the world, has become popular-the most beautiful village in China! But it is still in a natural state, so there is a big gap between the light season and the peak season. "We always feel sorry for the guests who can't find a place to live these days." Speaking of which, Aunt Zhan sighed faintly, and I also felt a little sorry.
I gently held Aunt Zhan's hand, which turned out to be so warm and soft.
"Aunt, do you know what the feeling of home means?"
Aunt smiled, very brilliant.
"Yes, just like going home. Our family is a scholarly family and we have all read some books. "
I just remembered that at Zhan Weidong's bedside, I was still reading Mr. Ba Jin's Home Spring and Autumn Annals.
Yes, a scholar. Qingyuan and even Wuyuan, there are too many great men and celebrities who went out by reading in history! Is Zhan Tianyou, the father of Chinese railways, their ancestor? And that "scholar of September 19th, six ministers and four ministers" is a clan of "Guanting family"? Words to the tip of my tongue, I refrained from asking. Seeing that Aunt Zhan's grandchildren are plastered with certificates of "excellent students" all over the wall, I seem to understand that reading is no longer just for being an official for Wuyuan people, right? Perhaps, serving the motherland may be a bit vague for them. Being sensible, being a man and knowing knowledge may be simpler and more appropriate.
Throughout the morning, I wandered around the ancient village, strolled along Qingxi, and even climbed to the mountain to have a bird's eye view of the whole village and took hundreds of photos. Looking at the beautiful scenery of the countryside replayed in the camera, if it was before, it would definitely be narcissistic and very intoxicated. But today, I began to ask myself, how should a kind and intelligent modern farmer express his human beauty through the lens?
When I left Qingyuan, it was Zhan Weidong's old father who helped me with my luggage and sent me to the parking lot at the village entrance. I can't help looking back and looking at the "Guanting family" lost in the sea of flowers. I saw Zhan Weidong, who was busy, helping the new guests to carry boxes and hurriedly disappeared into the depths of the alley.
The most beautiful village in China and the most simple farmer in China.
Goodbye, kind and simple Wuyuan people! Goodbye, Guanting family!