Yi County, when Mao Mao said this, many people didn't know where it was, but when he said that Yishuihe was windy and cold, Jing Ke who assassinated the King of Qin, and the five heroes of Langya Mountain who died heroically, hey, this reputation will be great gone. That's right, Yishui River, Jingke, and Langya Mountain are all in Yi County in central Hebei.
The first time I went to Yi County, I set off from Beijing, and it was cold and windy in the early spring. The wind in Beijing blows fine sand and slaps it on the face, which hurts like a knife; the sky is high, the sun casts shadows on the ground, and the temperature is very cold. I took the subway from Shunyi to Liuliqiao, and then got on the bus to Yi County.
The north is really flat! Living in the south since I was a child, I couldn't help sighing. The expressway is a flat river, and the farmland on both sides is so flat that you can’t see the edge. It only meets a point far away, and a row of small hills rises; a row of windbreaks stands abruptly and straightly on the big carpet. , a small farmyard seen at the high speed is also set off flat and cute. The one-hour drive is too fast, and I have arrived in Yi County without seeing enough of this simple and natural beauty. Thanks to the Beijing-Kunming Expressway in Mapingchuan.
- "Yixian is here, where do you get off?" the driver asked me.
- "Well, I'm here for the first time, and I don't know where it's suitable..." I said in a weak voice with a strong salt and pepper flavor.
- "Let me put you in the ancient city, where you can find everything you need to eat and live, and it's not far from the center of the county. There's still Yishui River on the edge. You know the Yishui River? It's windy and cold..." the driver said Standing ready to start poetry recitation.
- "Okay, let's go to the ancient city." I nodded my head and interrupted Shixing Dafa's driver brother in time.
It was almost completely dark before six o'clock. I got out of the car, and what came into view was a tall tower from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, with the words Yandu Ancient City written on it. The rows of houses behind the tower wind their way to the depths, and the houses are dotted with light strips, flashing neon lights, outlining antique patterns in the black silky sky. I took a deep breath, the temperature was very low, the breath turned into frost, and the air was still very cold and pungent. It was also cold, but it was fresher and more thorough than the air in Beijing, without the rough feeling of gravel.
Walking along the main road of the ancient city, the shops on both sides are closed, and occasionally one or two are still open. The weather is cold, and there are few people wandering on the road, but the sound of music can be vaguely heard. Going further inside, it seems that there is a hotel. Hey! I am overjoyed! In the cold night, this is undoubtedly the lighthouse that illuminates my way forward. Quicken your pace and walk in, Xu Heng Hotel! I finally saw clearly that the southern players, whose noses had been frozen by the cold wind, could not wait to flash into the bright lobby. The warm wind blows towards my face, the alternating hot and cold air makes my face blush like a persimmon, ah~~ I take a long breath, this is heaven.
After checking in and putting down my luggage, before I had time to look at the hotel room, I rushed into the cold night following the faint music.
Following the music, I came to a square. There was a hot fire burning in the huge brazier in the center of the square. The flames swayed in the cold night, bringing out a bunch of little sparks like worms. The little sparks jumped up from the bottom, pushing and shoving. Either explode or free at a high place. A group of people danced cheerfully around the brazier. I mixed into the crowd, twirling and jumping with the music and closing my eyes... The fire made everyone's smiling faces glow red. cold? nonexistent.
After dancing the bonfire, I felt hungry, and ran decisively to another lovely and warm fire --- a barbecue bar called Old Boy. Rolling skewers must be one of the night-time fat-growing activities loved by people all over the country! Watching the soft meat sizzling on the fire rack, a drop of hot oil slowly slid down the lines of the plump meat, dripping onto the charcoal fire and sparking a burst of smoke. After brushing with hot sauce, sprinkled with cumin, and wrapped with chopped green onion, the gluttons can't hold back! Regardless of being hot, one bite is a big mouthful, wow! Cool! The mouth is full of hot boiling, full of happiness, the meat is smelted by charcoal fire, the aroma is overflowing, and because of the color of the salt and pepper sauce, it becomes more flavorful, tender, crispy, fresh and salty, spicy and tumbling in the mouth in an instant Get up and dance, what more important thing can be happier than a foodie eating barbecue here? boss! I want to play ten strings! In the ancient city at night, under the yellowish light of the barbecue stall, accompanied by white smoke, I saw a figure from the back eating and eating, and did not leave for a long time...
Returning to the hotel full of food and drink, I collapsed on the bed enjoying the warmth while looking at the room. This is a Chinese-style decorated room with dark red wooden Chinese-style furniture and thick carpets. The big bed is comfortable and the quilt and pillows are clean , the air conditioner is sufficient, huh, it's not bad... Hiccup... Thinking about it, the drowsiness hit me like a torrent, and my upper and lower eyelids gave up resistance for a second...
The next day, the bustling sound came from outside the window, and I hurried downstairs after taking a few mouthfuls of the hotel's buffet breakfast. It turned out to be an antique street, where old items were bought and sold, ranging from Ming and Qing handles to Butterfly brand sewing machines; there were also new gadgets, ranging from giant gourds to miniature embroidery needles. There are so many things to see, the test is Taobao's eyesight and patience in bargaining. The yelling of folk collectors from the stalls and the inquiries from Taobao are very lively. I, a player who lacks the edification of collectibles, also similarly used plastic tones to go shopping at the stalls and bargained for prices. I worked hard to cut a pair of walnuts from 50 to 45. Really happy!
Playing with the walnuts I just got, I walked along the Yishui River contentedly, and the wind was blowing coldly. Because the bargaining was too much, I didn’t feel cold, but felt very refreshing. The surface of the Yishui River is very wide, It is covered with an extremely thin layer of ice, which is as crystal clear as sapphire against the blue sky. Under the thin ice, the river water is gurgling and flowing, leading the aquatic plants. Go, wait for the spring to bloom. A few ducks broke through the thin ice with their chests straight, and strolled leisurely on the water. The ancients said that the Prophet of Spring River Plumbing Duck is like this.
"The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong men will never return..." Standing on the bank of the ancient Yishui, which has gone through vicissitudes, is even more exciting and emotional. Behind the ancient city, the Jingke Pagoda stands on a high slope against the cold sun and the weather of the ages, like an old and lonely tall monument, proving to people the generosity and tragedy here.
After walking along the embankment and turning into the ancient city, a stove like the alchemy stove of Taishang Laojun immediately attracted me. The stove was steaming and steaming, and a red and yellow antique flag stood high, with the words "Crock furnace sesame cakes" written on it. . It is said that crock furnace biscuits are a very famous snack in Hebei. Although the requirements for raw materials are not very high, ordinary flour will do, but the key lies in the salt in the noodles and the heat during baking. Now that you have encountered it, you must try it. An old man leaned lazily by the stove. Before I approached, he raised his eyes and glanced at me, "Ten yuan a bag." I was shocked. Could it be that this foodie temperament is too prominent? The old man was quite accurate. Pay, get pie. Take a closer look at this crock oven sesame seed cake, which is about the size of a girl's powdered cake. It is very beautiful golden yellow, and the round top is sprinkled with roasted white sesame seeds. It is browned and crispy on both sides.
Carrying sesame seed cakes (really fragrant), I strolled into Babai Tower while chewing. Unexpectedly, this eight worship building is actually a hidden surprise in the ancient city! It is actually a cultural art museum! It includes a century-old newspaper, calligraphy and painting exhibition hall, Yixian folk custom exhibition area, Yan culture experience hall... a building full of cultural and artistic atmosphere. After carefully browsing the museum-like eight worship towers, I realized that Yi County was called Yizhou in ancient times and has a history of more than 1,400 years. It is the seat of Yan State, one of the seven heroes of the Warring States Period. The now famous "Yanzhao Culture". Yi County not only has famous figures such as Sun Bin and Zhao Mengfu, but also has generous and magnificent historical stories such as Jing Ke and the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain, which have been passed down through the ages with Yishui. There is more data showing that Yi County is the hometown of the Book of Changes! It can be said that it is a treasure of nature and outstanding people. Even the name of the Babai Tower has a lot of background. It is said that the name is derived from the classic story widely circulated in history. It is worthy of being responsible for the culture and appearance of the ancient city!
Standing in the setting sun of the ancient city with the biscuits in hand, my mind is filled with the image of owning a small coffee-scented shop in the slow time of the ancient city, raising a fat orange cat and a big golden retriever, and the sun shines through the window on the soft On the sofa, the cat is stretching, the dog is taking a nap, and I am sitting on the sofa watching the bustling crowd. Go home at night, a small Chinese-style courtyard home, open the door to see the water, close the door to hide the wind, winding corridors, red doors hanging flowers... Everyone has an imagination about home, everyone has a closeness to mountains and rivers natural instinct. Living in the city, a home with a small Chinese courtyard haunts me in my dreams, longing for a courtyard to cultivate a warm and natural coziness.
Ouch, at this moment, I only hate myself for being a poor ghost, and the biscuits in my hand suddenly taste bad...
