I put aside my unfinished composition, dropped my plans, picked up my Sony Sanpang camera, picked up my Archaeopteryx backpack, put on my outdoor clothes and embarked on a journey to Huang Yao.

I asked a few photographers who knew little about Huang Yao, and asked a few writers who didn't know anything about Huang Yao. Where is Huang Yao?

The Internet is omnipotent. After doing the homework of Huang Yao, I realized that Huang Yao is a place in Guangxi, and only passenger buses can reach it without trains. This is what the Internet says about Huang Yao: Huang Yao is an ancient town with a thousand years' history, which originated in the Song Dynasty, so it was named "Huang Yao" because most of the surnames in the town are Huang and Yao. Huangyao is not a well-known place. It was not until the two hit dramas "Tea is the hometown" and "Wine is the hometown alcohol" and the film "The Veil" were filmed here that Huangyao appeared in the spotlight. Like many towns in the south of the Yangtze River, Huangyao has small bridges and flowing water, carved eaves and beams murals, ancient houses with poems painted on the walls, and slate streets left hundreds of years ago. There are ancient stages in the ancient town. Compared with other ancient towns in China, Huang Yao is less noisy and flashy, and more quiet and far-reaching.

it is this serenity and far-reaching that makes me sprout the idea of exploring.

The plane landed at Liangjiang Airport in Guilin, and booked a boat ticket to Yangshuo for the next day on Ctrip in advance, because the nearest airport to Huangyao is Guilin, so I will take a look at the scenery of Lijiang River when I get there safely.

I haven't been to Guilin yet. It's the first time I've traveled the Lijiang River by boat. I've been to many places on business for many years. There is no work connection here, so it's a great pity to watch Guilin's beautiful scenery. Perhaps it's an act of god that I was lured by Huang Yao this time.

On a whim, I searched a poem describing the Lijiang River in Guilin. Yuan Mei, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, said, "The water from the river to Xing 'an is the clearest, and the green hills are clustered in the water. You can clearly see the top of the green hills, and the boat is sailing on the top of the green hills." Han Yu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "Cang Cang Sen Ba Gui, our land is in southern Hunan, the water is a green ribbon, and the mountains are like a jade garden." Return to He Jingzhi's modern poem: "Is the heart drunk or awake?" The water meets the mountain and connects to the painting screen, and the picture in the picture, the Lijiang River shines on me in Chikage, song of song, and the mountains echo with me. " Although ancient poets are famous all over the world, I still like this modern poem.

With a long whistle, the cruise ship went out of the river. Under the close contact between the cruise ship and the raft, a river of green autumn water was covered with layers of long white waves. On both sides of the river, there were high and low green hills, and in front of it, there was a narrow and wide water surface. Sometimes fishermen came by paddling, and sometimes cows and horses kissed the green grass. The beauty of the scenery along the way was like ink painting, which deserved the reputation of "Hundred Miles Gallery".

I was intoxicated by the beauty of Lijiang River, but it was not the purpose of this trip. I got up early the next morning and took the high-speed train to Hezhou.

I don't have any impression of Hezhou. I didn't know this place until I did my homework before I went out this time, because it is the only place to go to Huangyao. The high-speed train is still fast, and it will arrive at Hezhou North Station in an hour.

when I got out of the station, I saw a bus parked there in the distance. I went over to see the driver sitting in the cab. I asked, "Hello, master, where is the bus to Huangyao?" "The master pointed with his hand:" See that yellow sign on the ground? " I lifted my eyes and looked at a small square sign standing by the road not far away, so I thanked the master and went to wait for the bus.

At noon, I arrived at the mountain gate of Huangyao ancient town. Buses were not allowed to enter, so I had to walk there. It was not far to walk in, and I arrived at the reserved hotel in ten minutes.

The hotel is called Jiuhushan Hotel. After looking at the back of the hotel building, there is indeed a mountain, which is not high but lush and delicate. It may be named because of this mountain. The entrance of Huangyao Ancient Town is not far from the hotel, and I feel a little hungry. I put my luggage in my room and went downstairs to eat in the restaurant. The restaurant is not small but there are few diners. I sat down and picked up the menu and asked, "Is this fish alive?" The waiter answered, "How many people do you eat?" I said, "alone." The waiter said, "You'd better not order fish." I asked, "Why?" The waiter replied, "You can't finish it. The fish is very big." I asked, "What do you want me to order?" The waiter replied, "How about ordering a fried powder and another soup?" I said, "OK." It's so cheap to check out after eating. It seems that the people of Huangyao are very authentic!

The facade of the ancient town is not big, and it doesn't look like a little boldness, not as majestic as the gates of other ancient towns, but it fascinated me as soon as I entered the door. The first thing you see is the towering banyan trees and people with flowing bridges, stepping on the bluestone road left hundreds of years ago, crossing the streets and alleys of the Millennium ancient town, and seeing the long-standing yellow walls and gray tiles, and the high and low stone steps.

In the afternoon, the sunshine was good, which was suitable for taking photos. After dinner, I went to watch the night scene, and the red lanterns lit up the residential paths slightly, which shrouded the mystery of the town.

The next day, I got up early again. When there were few people, I went back to Huangyao. After three or four hours' walk, I wandered around the ancient town. I raised my camera and clicked it to get a panoramic view of the ancient town's human beauty. When I was hungry at noon, I suddenly saw someone eating at the door of a small shop by the road. Looking intently, it was a woman chewing a piece of sweet potato with relish. I don't know if it was a sudden inspiration or a tie. Before I left the mountain, I asked, "Hello, is this sweet potato baked by yourself?" The woman replied, "Yes." I asked, "Can you sell me one?" The woman hesitated for three seconds and replied, "This is not for sale, but I will give you one because you are honest." Let me into the shop, she went to the kitchen and took out a sweet potato and handed it to me. It was a little hot in her hand. I turned my hands upside down and talked about the modern history of Huangyao ancient town. I asked, "Is this ancient town left over from ancient times?" She replied: "It's true, in ancient times, it used to be the seat of the county government, and the county magistrate worked here." I asked, "Why isn't it as commercialized as other ancient towns?" She replied: "The traffic here is inconvenient. The aborigines only started to do business and open shops in recent years. The traditional culture is relatively intact. There are more literati and photographers here, and not many tourists." I left her five yuan politely when I left.

I left the hotel without waiting for lunch. I took the noon bus to Hezhou and changed to the high-speed train to return to Guilin. I arrived at Hezhou North Station around two o'clock, hungry, and wanted to find a quiet restaurant to have a good meal. So I ran around the station, but I didn't find a restaurant to eat. I had no choice but to sit down at the stall in the cow felt shed on the roadside. "Boss, let's have a bowl of green vegetable tofu soup with fried noodles." A: "No tofu." I said, "Green vegetable soup then." I saw the stall owner take out an instant noodle-like noodle from a big paper box, boil it in a boiling water pot, take it out for use in a cold water basin, fry an egg, put it in the pot with instant noodles, stir fry it for a few times, and then serve it on the plate. I also saw a green vegetable of unknown name put in the pot with water to boil, add salt, miso and serve it on the bowl. I tasted it, but it didn't smell strange. I have been whispering in my heart, swallowed it hastily, drank a few mouthfuls of vegetable soup, and settled the account for 13 yuan. The price is quite reasonable.

Sitting on the train from Hezhou to Guilin, looking at the mountains and rivers flying by the window, thinking about the unrepeatable beauty of Huangyao ancient town ...