Dawangzhuang is called the old village because it was built during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, and most of the people in the village migrated from the locust tree in Hongtong County, Shanxi Province.
I vaguely remember the ancient bridges, temples, schools, gun towers, city walls and moats in the old village. There are also courtyards with blue bricks and small tiles for the rich, which coexist with adobe houses for the poor. I don't know when the ancient buildings disappeared without a trace overnight, and the faintly discernible Hucun River has now become a flat ground.
Second, this time the whole village moved into the new village, and the original site of Dawangzhuang Village will be merged into Yinxing Lake Scenic Area, so it is called the old village to distinguish it from the new village.
Now the old village has no antique flavor, and some have a strong local flavor. I came across several old people with white hair. From their elegant words and gentle manners, I still seem to see the shadow of the old village.
Later, the houses in the old village were all covered with earth walls and grass roofs, and the furnishings in the houses were similar. Where can the earth-walled straw house stand the wind and rain? Several people converted them into houses with red bricks and blue tiles. This situation didn't last long, and the houses in the old village turned into houses with red bricks and tiles.
More than a decade ago, the government stipulated that old villages were not allowed to build or rebuild houses, and the land was used by the government for development zones. I don't know why it hasn't been implemented, and now I don't know what policy it is affected by. I still remember the demolition, so the whole village is restless and restless. Nevertheless, I hope the government can organize, coordinate and implement the relocation task. Because if we drag on, the old village will become a real old village-now many young people have bought houses in towns and settled down. Almost every household in the village has left the old man, guarding the shabby old house and living a lonely life.
Fifteen kilometers north of the city, there is a tall and dense ginkgo forest. Deep in the dense ginkgo forest, there is an antique old village-Dawangzhuang Village, which is my hometown.
There is a highway in the east, south, west and north of the old village, and there is an artificial river next to the village. The clear river flows slowly.
I wonder if the layout of the old village is intentional or natural. The sky house looks at the old village like a big word written on the earth. The east-west main road is divided equally by three north-south roads: east, middle and west. Most villagers choose to live by the roadside, and a few houses are far from the road.
Life in the old village is quiet, comfortable and cozy, especially the old people are used to this leisurely, unrestrained and carefree life. Women gathered in groups under ginkgo trees, chatting happily about their parents' shortcomings. The laughter of men playing cards and chess seems to be able to pass through the ginkgo forest and spread throughout the old village. ...
Spring returns to the earth, and the old village is green and fragrant everywhere. Ginkgo trees spit out young leaves, and the green buds exude the unique taste of Ginkgo biloba. Under the tree, the fragrance of fragrant grass and soil is combined, and the whole ginkgo forest and the old village below are filled with this refreshing spring fragrance.
Living in the shade of ginkgo trees in the old village, you can't feel the heat of summer at all. Ginkgo biloba forest is like a huge green umbrella, so many ginkgo orchards are layered and airtight, and the heat and light of the sun are absorbed and blocked by ginkgo orchards. At the moment, everything in the old village is cool and pleasant. No matter where you rest, or you need to take a nap when you are tired, you can rest assured and sleep without worrying about being harassed by mosquitoes.
Autumn is the most magnificent, luxurious and magnificent season in the old village.
Autumn wind came, ginkgo leaves began to fall, golden ginkgo leaves drifted away with the wind, and Ye Er fell quietly in the autumn wind, golden and leisurely under the sunshine. The earth is endless and golden, and ginkgo trees are covered with golden yellow at the moment. Seen from a distance, this ancient village is like a golden light rising from the horizon. Walking into this ancient village, everything is as thick and soft as a golden carpet, and the roof and crown are plated with gold and copper, just like the Lingxiao Hall in the sky, which is very spectacular!
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. In winter, fallen leaves rot into fertilizer, which not only nourishes the earth, but also supplements enough nutrition to ginkgo trees. Ginkgo trees will grow better and better every year.
The old village is about to move into a new site, and the old land will be transformed into a scenic spot of Yinxing Lake. May the old villagers live a better life in this hot land!