In the southeast of Zigong, by the Fuxi River, there is an ancient town called Shixian. Founded in the Sui Dynasty, it was once the only way for Gongjing salt to go out of Sichuan. A few years ago, I went to Zigong to play. Everywhere I go, I always like to visit old streets and pat the vegetable market. Lao Xu, a friend, took him to visit Shixian, an ancient town.
It is said that this is a town, but it is small. There is only a shabby old street, and the old houses on both sides are built on the mountain and extend to the Fuxi River. The so-called "five temples, one temple and three piers" in the ancient town have long been damaged or destroyed, leaving only some broken walls for people to mourn. Nanhua Palace, Tiangong and Chenjia Ancestral Hall are relatively well preserved, which means they are nearby.
I'm not following everyone. I like to wander aimlessly, have a look at the road surface and measure it with my feet. What you walk with your heart is called swimming.
I have been to many so-called ancient towns. To tell the truth, it's just that some places get some fake antiques, old furniture, doors and windows under the banner of ancient towns to publicize petty-bourgeois sentiments and profits. It has nothing to do with ancient Chinese characters, but is unique to real people. However, it attracted a group of pseudo-literary youths to take photos and send friends to show off their wealth.
On the contrary, the tiger likes Shixian ancient town, which is a town with life, story and temperature, and a town with life and fireworks. It has not been over-commercialized, and it has continued the real life of people here for thousands of years.
When I went, it coincided with the early winter afternoon, and the sun shone on me, which was warm and comfortable. There is only one street in the town, and it won't be long before you reach the river outside the town. Just go back and wander around the alley in the street.
There are not many tourists in such places. I quit drugs, too. I walked past a house, drying dried radishes and pickles at the door, and the smell of radishes came from a distance. The sausage hanging in front of the small restaurant is white, fat, red and thin, which makes people drool. In fact, life is like a sausage. Starting from small fresh meat, it has experienced the erosion of wind, frost, rain, snow, cold and heat, and years. It has been polished and refined, and the taste of the remaining years is unforgettable.
There is a Xiaohua Mall at the door, looking at the sausage, looking up for a long time, unwilling and helpless, looking at me patting it, meowing and never seeing it again.
There is a grocery store in the alley. I saw someone selling oil called Gala Oil from my hometown Boshan, and wiping their hands and faces with mussels. Full of childhood memories.
I saw a well when I was walking, but I didn't care at first. There is a card with a few lines written on it. You can laugh directly after reading it. Wen Yue: It is said that this place is a fairy's private part. Usually, the water is very clear, but the well water becomes turbid during menstruation, so the locals call it the buttock well. I couldn't help laughing when I saw this kind of scenic spot and introduction for the first time.
At the other end of the town, there is a small market, where several grandmothers are queuing up, dozens of freshly picked oranges are sleeping in a big basket, and there are several small restaurants with some fried fish, pork head and elbows. By the way, there are tofu pudding and red and spicy dip in water. It's delicious.
When passing through a brewery, the red sorghum wine brewed by red sorghum rice smells a little tipsy. I usually like to drink, so I went to buy some bottles.
I am walking in a small town. I'm tired and a little hungry. I happened to meet some friends in front of a house and saw some bamboo tables under the tree, so I stopped to have a rest.
Sit down and have a cup of tea. Sichuanese are so comfortable and the queue is long, so this kind of tea stall can be seen everywhere, and it is not expensive. You can drink and chat for a long time for a few dollars. I like it very much.
Looking around the teahouse, it turns out that there used to be a temple here with a black plaque with the words "Jinqiao Temple" written in gold. It may have been a year, mottled and scattered, and the corner is covered with moss. The red painted door is worn out, and the words "Tommy Buddha" are written on the concrete brick on the outer wall. This temple has long been abandoned. Now the owner of the tea stall lives here and is already a family.
In the teahouse, a peddler came from the other end of the road. I really haven't seen him for years. I asked him to come and open the bamboo basket. It's some snacks, cloud cakes, peanut candy ... all snacks full of deep memories that I haven't seen for a long time. It's good.
I asked for some, so I took out the sorghum red I bought in the town winery and had a drink. At this time, the tea seller came over and said that he could also cook some snacks here. I just caught some wild eels today. You want to burn it? I'm very happy. Let my boss show me. Eel is yellow and strong, and it tastes really good. I quickly cooked a pot.
It tastes really good. I didn't expect this tea stall to be so delicious, fresh, tender and spicy. I ordered a plate of fried peanuts mixed with pepper and salt, a glass of wine, a plate of snacks and a basin of eels. Was the sun drunk this afternoon?
Walking in a small town, most of the temples in the town have been damaged, and the only temple has become a ruin, so it is really good to walk quietly without the high fragrance of the crowd.
In a temple, I saw a monk reading in the sun, and the sun shone obliquely on him. Suddenly I felt some solemn feelings, but I was a man with almost no faith. To be exact, a person with no specific believers. In other words, I don't believe in specific gods or things.
I believe in kindness. Good and evil are good.
In my opinion, all religions, whether they believe it or not, generally aim at persuading people to be good. Rewards in this life or in the afterlife are used to persuade the world to be evil and promote good, because human nature is evil. The purpose of faith is to make people calm. Therefore, faith is a kind of spirit, seeking for the soul, or more bluntly, it is a kind of psychotherapy and psychological suggestion.
In the ancient town, walk and think all the way.
This day. Very happy. Wandering aimlessly, shooting while walking, and measuring the road with only your feet. What you walk with your heart is called swimming.
After many years, it seems like a lifetime ago to organize photos and think of these.