Riding in Ningbo Jishi Port, I found a beautiful countryside, and wall painting became a feature. Everyone who came here said it was beautiful.

My weekend trip was originally planned to go to Pan 'ao Reservoir. I started from Jiangbei, took a ferry at Banpugu Ferry to the south bank of Yaojiang River, and then strolled slowly by motorcycle. I didn't know the way, so I had to follow the guidance of navigation all the way forward. When I was about to reach Pan 'ao Reservoir, I saw a village. The old houses were painted with wall paintings, both with red themes and rural customs, and each one was beautiful. I couldn't help being attracted by it, but I didn't stop. I want to enjoy it carefully when I come back. The farther you go, the more beautiful the scenery is. There are not only wall paintings, but also ancient objects displayed in the window of the fence. Everything looks like a work of art. This village is called Shanxiazhuang Village, and it is no exaggeration to call itself beautiful countryside.

After playing in Pan 'ao Reservoir for a while, I went back the same way and began to enjoy it slowly from the west end of the village. A row of narrow Hongshiban Road meanders from the west end of the village to the east end of the village. There is a row of houses in the north of the road. The foundation of this row of houses is about half a meter higher than the road surface, and it takes several steps to enter the yard. There are several windows on both sides of the door of each independent small courtyard, which are filled with objects from the last century, and each one looks chronological.

In the window of the first courtyard, abacus, clay pots, enamel pots and angry wind lanterns (called lanterns in our hometown) are displayed. Further east, there are coarse porcelain bowls, plates, teapots, telephones, clocks, water bottles, cover lamps and so on in the window of other yards. These things are things that I often used when I was a child.

To the east of these courtyards with windows, there is a temple of Pei Shengjun, with a dark red wall and a typical horsehead wall design on the top. The two door statues at the gate of the temple are very similar to the New Year pictures posted in rural areas during the New Year. It is one of the most unique temples I have ever seen.

Further on, there are two rows of houses with blue bricks and tiles. The old doors and windows are embedded in mottled walls, and some doors are open. The 5-year-old homeowners stand inside the doors and look at them indifferently, as if doing nothing. There are two houses with white walls and black tiles on the side of the fork road. Two scarlet words are written on the walls. The shopkeeper stands in the door and looks out. The house was small, so I didn't walk in. I didn't know what he was selling. When I returned, I found someone walking in to buy something. It turned out to be a small shop.

The random and crowded house turned the stone road in front of me into an alley, and many smaller hutongs were derived from the alley, and several families lived in each alley. The afternoon sunshine crossed the wall and projected into every alley. The hutong is half bright and half dark, like a strip of just visiting. I walked in the hutong, as if I had returned to the old days. Once upon a time, I also shuttled through such a narrow alley every day, playing hide-and-seek with my childhood playmates, digging out birds' eggs, or listening to the rain. Childhood is drifting away, just when I want to forget them, these deja vu scenery make them clear. Children in rural areas always have a natural affinity for the countryside.

The painting styles outside the walls of these people's houses are very different. I was deeply attracted by them and couldn't help but pick up the camera and shoot one by one. Several villagers came and stood in the distance, looking at me quietly without talking. I didn't speak, just taking pictures. However, I know that they are out of natural precautions against a stranger. After watching for a while, they don't feel like bad people, so they walk away.

A portrait of Pan 'ao's mother was painted in the hutong at the east end of the village, and she was briefly introduced. Pan's mother is the red liaison I mentioned above, and a friend left a message saying it was her great grandmother. The introduction next to the portrait is not very good, and it makes people fall into the fog. People who don't know that history have no idea what it is talking about. In this alley, an aunt about the same age as Pan 'ao's mother stopped there in a car and came down with a dog in her arms. I said to her, "Your village is quite distinctive and beautiful!" She said, "No, my daughter brought me here to play. I took care of the dog for her."

There is an open space outside this hutong, which is also the exit of the east end of the village. There is a wall in the west of the open space, and a red theme picture is drawn. There is a jujube tree under the wall. The leaves of the jujube tree are dense and full of dates. These dates are not big, and many of them are already red. I'm curious, why no one picked it, whether it's not delicious or whether the people in the village are too simple. He reminds me of the story I learned in junior high school textbooks that plums picked by no one on the roadside must be sour. I didn't pick these dates, and I don't know if they are bitter or astringent.

I didn't leave. I rode my motorcycle back to the west end of the village. There I saw a small pond, half with lotus leaves and half with an open boat floating in the clear water. There is a viewing corridor in the middle and a viewing platform around it. There are several rows of vases made of jars on the fence. It can be seen from this pool that the village is trying to create a poetic picture of the south of the Yangtze River.

standing at the head of the village, looking back, the whole village is lying quietly at the foot of the mountain. The houses with white walls and tiles are strewn at random. Behind the houses are semi-exposed green hills, and white clouds are floating in the light blue sky, which becomes the background of this village. Such a mountain village is really like a paradise in the increasingly noisy world, and it has become the most beautiful scenery.

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