I have long heard that there is a Mawei Spring in Jishan, and I have never been there. That day, I stayed with Du Niang until midnight and learned a thing or two behind closed doors:
In the tinkling spring
White clouds swaying
Blue sky with rippling blue waves
Small golden fish with tail.
Gather together in droves
Chasing and having fun
A beautiful legend.
Ding Dong in spring.
Spring plum
Millennium communication
Legend has it that Guangwu was defeated in the Eastern Han Dynasty.
Lift up your eyes and sigh
Legend has it that the king of Qin was thirsty.
Surrounded by mountains
Legend has it that Liulang's expedition to the Liao Dynasty was very difficult.
We will fight again the next day.
Legend has it that the Qing emperor was in estrus when he sought his father.
Helpless sweating
BMW lifts its front foot.
One plane and two planes.
Dig a clear spring for them
The bumpy road of life
From the new chapter of this book
Dokdo stone
God's secret help touched God.
Baidu maziquan
Beautiful legend
One article after another.
Enter the spring of Ma Qi.
The ancient village reflects the eyes.
Na shan na Shu na quan
Everyone will forget to return and linger.
Beautiful legend
from mouth to mouth
Heaven/God knows
The upper rulers of feudal times
What kind of wars, storms and hardships have you experienced?
I think in my dream.
God gave me a precious spring.
Ideals will become empty words.
Seek truth from facts
Willing to endure hardship
My own hand
Can also write a brilliant tomorrow.
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Call, send WeChat, make friends, and visit Ma Qi Spring.
It's thrilling all the way, singing all the way.
The mountain road twists and turns, and the car leans to the right cliff for a while, but from time to time, there is an evil stone edge sticking out, sticking out ... For a while, there is a deep ditch on the right, and the car is as close to the center line as possible. Fog comes out from time to time in the ditch, and the fog has dispersed. It is a bottomless ditch. ...
His wife, Cao Fang, Guohua and Hongjuan chatted all the way.
"lively!" I like a pleasant atmosphere, and I interject a word from time to time; Worried about the safety of driving on mountain roads, I only dare to say two words in one sentence.
"Three women's lives, there are four of us." Teacher Hu said.
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"Majiquan Majiagou, a traditional village in China, a famous historical and cultural village in Shanxi Province and a rural tourism demonstration village in Shanxi Province." I took a deep breath when I really saw these words.
The famous calligrapher Xu Dong inscribed Maziquan and Panlong Wonderland on the stone tablet. Sticking to the stone tablet in front of the mountain, next to Mr. Genqing, a teacher with five or six points, I feel that my body and mind are in the real place and I feel that I am an infinitely happy person. I didn't shut my eyes for a while-all these people are gathered in such a place, so what's there to worry about?
Click! Wife, picking up the camera, left the warmth and tranquility at the foot of the mountain at this moment.
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Spinning wheel, loom, cotton cloth ...
Cao Fang, Guo Hua and two Juanzi learned to weave under the guidance of the administrator. They look like "Zhi Niu Er Ka, Zhi Niu Er Ka"; Teacher Hu is spinning cross-legged. "Om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om, om. Distant memories and familiar tone brought me back to my childhood.
In winter, in front of the oil lamp on the heatable adobe sleeping platform, in summer, under the bright moon in the earthen yard, my mother played my childhood music, and my mother's legs set off my warm childhood nest.
Strolling through the ancient villages, enjoying the pleasant taste, and entering childhood, we can't help thinking about the inside story of traditional culture.
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The stones on the mountain paved a mountain road.
Out of the ancient village experience center and up the stairs, we boarded the "Panlong Wonderland".
Majiagou, in the middle of Jinjiayu Canyon at the southern foot of Luliang Mountain, governs seven natural villages, including Majiquan and Chenjiashan. During the period of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, China * * * Production Party relied on its unique geographical advantages, organized and mobilized the broad masses of the people, and waged an arduous revolutionary struggle. 1938 In March, the anti-Japanese democratic government of Jishan County moved to Majiagou until the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. In the "Panlong Wonderland", we listened to President Cao Fang's explanation sentence by sentence with reverence, and stared at the cultural relics that had long been forgotten: lanterns full of lanterns, hand-cranked telephones, covered lamps ... We reviewed that unforgettable history.
The country is tottering and the mountains and rivers are broken. Under the brutal aggression and cruel oppression of imperialism, the people led by the * * * Party of China and the * * * Party of China, with strong will and unyielding backbone, stood up in this ravine and established the Republic of China!
The "Panlong Wonderland" where Long Mai, a Zhengeer nationality, is located is the place where Zhengeer really leaps up.
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Accompanied by the sunny laughter of several sisters and the fragrance of flowers and plants, we walked all the way into the mountains.
I am glad that it is still time: if it is developed into a scenic spot of "visiting ancient villages" in a few years, can there still be such an original ecology?
In fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road.
In fact, the ground is already covered with grass, and there are more people walking, so there is no grass!
The humble flowers beside you, several sisters should get close to taste a wisp of fragrance; I don't know the name of the grass under my feet. Some sisters have to pull it up and pinch it. The dandelion they carefully blew did not fall, but drifted away.
Blooming yellow flowers, swaying green leaves, stumbling stones, hearty laughter … We have all become a group of children, an ancient village, and we have found our childhood feelings!
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The flowers and plants are covered with millstones and rollers. ...
The neat stare blankly on the millstone is engraved with the forbearance and seriousness of our ancestors. How much sweat should ancestors have soaked on the smooth grinding rod? Round after round of push, once our ancestors pushed it year after year, generation after generation.
Hey, push the roller and take a picture!
Han Yutai, a resident of the ancient village, is familiar with Hongjuan. Both inside and outside are the primary colors of the Chinese nation-thick and rough hands are gesticulating for us, supplementing their own dialects. I am afraid that I can't tell the story of my home and my ancient village. Han Yutai soon became familiar with everyone.
"The roller should be pushed like this, and the roller should turn like this ..." He gestured counterclockwise with his hand. "On the ancestors, grits and leeks were pressed on them. The delicious smell of corn in our mountains, and the leeks in our mountains are delicious without chemical fertilizer or pesticide! The same rafter is called a grinding rod on the mill, and it is a grinding rod when it is used on the millstone! I was born in the mountains and have the nature of mountains! "
"Maybe, if it had been developed earlier, the same rafters would have been made into disposable chopsticks, served on the table, and then thrown into the garbage …" I thought, not to disturb his interest.
The grass at the foot of the flowers around you has soaked in sweat and hidden the changes of the world.
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"East Guanyin, West Land."
Kannonji is not far from the Earth Temple. Green pointed peaches, acacia trees, clumps of pepper trees, Han Jia's embroidered building that has experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, the "farming and reading" plaque carved in brick under the door ... hospitable Han Yutai, walking and talking, dialect slang is very kind:
"Step by step to the temple, grandpa sitting in the middle of the field. Two boys stood left and right, riding a tiger to climb the mountain. "
"If there is a spring of horse planing, it must be resting under the arms of Sui. I'm not sure if Li Shimin hung his shirt on that tree fork at that time ... "Gu Huai's thoughts flew to Sui and Tang Dynasties: there were Ma Quan everywhere. Which one is true?
"The old man didn't say that." Gucun Hanjia, sincere! There is a big rotten hole in the lower part of the thick chest. Han Yutai said that there used to be a soft jujube tree in this hole, which seemed to grow in Sui Huai's arms, and the soft jujube was sweet. Han Yutai sighed that the soft jujube tree was destroyed by later generations and did not forget to answer me.
"What's that on the fork?" It was discovered by Guohua, perhaps to comfort Han Yutai's sigh.
"Grapevine", I climbed up the broken wall and took a closer look. "This is called: although you don't see the soft dates in your arms, hold the vines high!"
Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery!
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"God, don't destroy me!" After the Earth Temple, she continued to walk up the road of Li Shimin's rout. Han Yutai said many elegant sentences. Lush mountains, a cliff stands in the distance, and I can't think of such scenery in ancient villages:
"Chimonanthus praecox is cold-resistant, and autumn leaves are fresher. When winter comes again, the plum blossoms on the cliff will bloom, so beautiful! "
Flowers, laughter, the road under your feet is not too heavy: Li Shimin collapsed along this road; The Han family has been chopping wood and burning charcoal along this road for generations.
As we walked, the five-and-six-cent stone was sitting on the edge of Ma Qiquan's stone tablet with a big bag of flowers picked by several sisters on its back. On the stone tablet, Jishan Xudong inscribed "bold" in four characters. In the low-lying place in front of the stone tablet, there are three horseshoe pits that have been dug-surrounded by green grass, but the pits are bare and scattered with gravel. There is a pool in the northeast of the stone monument, and several goldfish are playing in it-perhaps to please the people who suddenly wander in the lonely pool deep in the mountains! There is a cave under the cliff behind the pool. The entrance of the cave is paved with neat square stones. A stone tablet is embedded in the cliff next to the cave, and the word "Shenquan" was written by Xu Dong. There is a Koizumi in the cave, the water is gurgling, and there is a pool under the spring, which is crystal clear and cool. When the spring water falls into this pool, it must communicate with the pool outside the bottom hole. ...
According to the stone tablet, near the spring pool, around the horse-planing pit ... several sisters took pictures in various poses, and the chairman said with deep feelings that "it was more than a thousand years ago." I looked at the small pool, the big pool and the horse-planing pit from north to south and thought:
Spring Eye may have been in the horse-planing pit from the beginning. Now the horse-planing pit and spring eye are always more than ten meters away, and there must be many wonderful and magical stories in between!
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My legs are weak when I go down the mountain.
In the mountains, on the roadside, in front of the cave, several Korean villagers are picking Toona sinensis, and several gray old hens are giggling. I quickly picked up the camera-an aunt was shaking in front of her eyes with a Toona sinensis bud, and put a POSS in coordination.
In front is the coarse grain cage of the ancient village, which has never been tasted. I pressed the shutter and hurried to catch up with them. Shredded potatoes, scrambled eggs with shallots, and cold Chinese toon-several dishes, very common dishes, perhaps because they were picked in the mountains, which are particularly fragrant! I foolishly thought: visiting ancient villages has absorbed the aura of many ancient villages, and we will definitely "smell"!
At the foot of the mountain, there are such things. Looking back, we got on the bus. ...
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The weather forecast said it would rain yesterday. On the way home, it really began to rain.
Life of Three Women, this drama, go all the way. I forgot the lyrics, but I remember the main idea: there is a topic, the heavenly queen is jealous of our fate to get together and visit the ancient village before it rains. But where did she know that there was no happiness in a happy life? This is what we call: Lugo's stormy journey! There are poems as evidence:
Visit an ancient village
Majiquan in Jishan
Make fun of the historical cloud
Have a good time
It rained repeatedly after dinner.
Maybe the queen mother is jealous.
Meeting is fate.