Shang Yue ancient village, silent, is located in the bamboo forest and orange forest, and the layout of the front pool and the back mountain contains the meaning of hiding wind and receiving water. Gu Xiang, a uniform old house, exudes a quaint and rich local flavor. A roof with cornices; A desolate ancestral temple; Heavy mottled threshold; A road paved with granite; The low faded brick wall makes people inadvertently fall into just visiting and talking with a distant memory on the other side; The simple leisure, tranquility and nostalgia at your fingertips are enough to intoxicate people who have lived in the bustling city for a long time.
Put down your simple bags, sit on the granite bench in front of a family, savor the profound and restrained ancient meaning of the ancient village, and the leisurely time quietly flows away.
Afraid of disturbing this ancient meditation, I gently pushed open an ancient and lonely wooden door, and a little coolness emanated from the room. Who would have expected that the old house with ink painting on the outer wall is a completely desolate place. Through the patio, the bright summer sunshine in early May is projected on the yard, and weeds are overgrown under the ruins, and Yejue grows white. The food basket, Buddhist shrine, beech and other items left by the owner when he left are still standing there quietly. With thick dust and dense cobwebs, anyone will be disturbed by this dilapidated and withered scene. I let go of my original intoxication and moved on with unknown melancholy.
The existing ancient villages are composed of eighteen villages, five of which are neighbors and five are neighbors. Every village has buildings coming in and out, which is self-contained.