Stroll around Jiezi Ancient Town

Wandering around Jiezi Ancient Town In March, I left Qin and entered Shu, heading straight to Jie Zi Ancient Town, which is rooted in my heart, at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. Along the way, we floated in the golden sea of ​​rapeseed flowers in the land of Shu Han, which made people excited and intoxicated. We missed the fork in the road that goes around the city of Dujiangyan, and when we looked up, we had already driven under the Ruilong Bridge in Jie Zi Ancient Town. The street town in the afternoon always stays free In the slow motion of self-indulgent time, no matter how the world changes and becomes bizarre. In front of the ancient tower, next to the archway, green buds sprouted on the branches of an old ginkgo tree that grew in who knows when and how, covering the green bricks and black tiles with a thin veil of mist. In the small square under the tree, grandmas, aunts and sisters-in-law chatted about family matters, while the old man devoted himself to swinging his silk to exercise. In the old teahouse near the bridge, tea drinkers sipped their tea from covered bowls slowly and chatted incessantly. In the ancient streets and alleys of the orchid hometown, flowers are in full bloom in front of and behind houses, and the fragrance is intoxicating. The shouts of people selling red oil tofu pudding on poles drifted past on the street. Turning around the wind and rain bridge, strolling along the riverside plank road, the small bridge is not crossed, the green willows are swaying, and few people linger around. Looking for the stone path in the garden, the guesthouse I have visited many times. The wooden door was slightly open, and the cherry blossoms in the yard were as colorful as falling snow. The old landlord went out to welcome the guests and took care of his home. In the kitchen room, the clinking of the landlady's wok and the aroma of Qingcheng Mountain's aged bacon wafted out. I leaned against the bamboo railings to sip tea and rest, looking out at the green mountains, which were still there, but the setting sun was red...