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Composition: Changyu's urban travel notes are urgent, urgent and urgent.
In late autumn in Beijing, I originally planned to go to Puwa, Fangshan, recommended by Fiona Fang. com。

Later, I happened to see the introduction of the distant network director Yu Cheng and was deeply attracted by it.

So I decided to go to Changyucheng, the site of the battle of Nankou in Changping.

65438+1October 19, get up at 5: 30 in the morning and catch the first subway of Line 4.

Take a bus at Xiyuan Station, change to 10 at Huang Zhuang, Haidian, and change to 13 at Zhichun Road.

Finally, transfer to changping line at Xi 'erqi and get off at Nanshao Station.

Then take Chang 1 bus to Changping North Station and wait for Chang 33 bus at the station.

The earliest bus on Chang 33 Road arrives at 8: 00 and 7: 50, which is just right.

Otherwise, we'll have to wait for 10.

In the crowd, I got on Chang33 Road and walked all the way to the mountainous area in the northwest.

On the mountain road, because of standing, because of the weekend, I was squeezed to death in the left and right swing.

But I admire the driver's driving skills, and the wheels have reached a perfect level.

About two and a half hours, after the horse planed the spring, it will arrive soon.

The car stopped at a small clearing in Changyucheng's village and got off to find a place to live.

I went to Lao Yue's house recommended by Fiona Fang. And was told that I couldn't live alone.

Because it is the reception point of the city folk village, the public security bureau requires that it can only find someone else.

Later, I went to Lao Zhao's house for 31 nights and made an appointment to have a pig's trotters banquet in Changyu City at 11: 30.

You see, there are still more than half an hour. I'll go to the village first.

When I was in Yongxing Temple, I met the village troupe and came back to get props. Social drama is also a major feature of the village.

So after a brief chat with the driver's eldest brother, surnamed Chen, I got in his car and went to He Zijian, not far from the village, to see a play.

I called Lao Zhao's daughter-in-law in the car and said that I would not eat at noon and go to the theatre.

Soon I will go to a farmhouse in He Zijian, which is a yurt farmhouse built of bricks and stones.

It is also a decompression training center. A clock was installed on the roof and an opening ceremony was held.

So I invited the troupe to sing. According to Fiona Fang's introduction. A play costs 300 yuan to get to 400 yuan.

The farmhouse is on the flat ground in the ravine between the two mountains, with excellent scenery.

The play was sung in a small courtyard, and the actors were all villagers of Chang Yucheng.

I usually work and have fun in my spare time, so whether I watch a play or an opera.

Just entertaining yourself. It is said that this drama evolved from Hebei Bangzi.

The content of the song includes the story of Yang Silang. It is said that the Great Wall in the north of the village was built by Yang Silang.

I don't think this is just a coincidence.

I was going to go back in their car after the play, but I found a fairy cave nearby.

So I decided to go to Xianren Cave temporarily, and then I tried to go back, because there was no car in the afternoon.

I asked the villagers about the road, just halfway up the hill not far above the yard.

I happened to meet someone selling jujube glutinous rice cakes on the roadside, only to know that I had not fed my mouth since morning.

I bought ten dollars and divided two bags. I immediately unpacked a bag and went up the hill along the road.

I walked along the road for a long time, climbed two hills and passed the public toilets guarded by two iron generals.

I haven't met anyone, and I still haven't seen the so-called fairy cave.

I have a hunch that I should have passed, but the scenery along the way is good.

Looking back, I saw someone picking hawthorn not far from Shangshan Road.

After asking for directions, just halfway up the mountain, there is a path to go up.

Looking up, I saw a prayer flag fluttering in the wind. Why didn't I look up when I came? I took a long wrong road.

All the way up, about half an hour, to the mouth of the cave, is a natural hole.

At the entrance of the cave, there are statues of various immortals. The direction of the cave is downward, dark and without lights.

So I only had a rest at the mouth of the cave, but I'm going down the mountain.

Look at the shape of the cave, much like the cave at the top of Zhoukoudian Mountain. This is not the cave where human ancestors lived, is it?

If it's true, it's really an ancestral cave.

Going down the mountain by the original road, the hawthorn pickers are still busy. After a few words,

I picked one at random and took a bite. Although small, it is sweet and sour. After picking up a small cloth bag,

Say goodbye to them and go back as usual.

In fact, I don't know how to get back, so I can only walk along the road.

About 10 minutes, I arrived at He Zijian Village, and I wonder if there is a driver like a black car.

Chartered car back to Changyu city.

I walked around the village entrance and didn't see a car, but there was a master full of honeycomb coal at the intersection.

It's a license plate from Hebei. When unloading honeycomb briquette, I went forward and asked if I wanted to pass the intersection of Changyucheng for a while.

After a while, I went to the horse to dig spring water, thinking that I could ride it. This is a lift, and the host readily agreed.

But later, it was said that it would take a long time and the honeycomb coal could not leave until it was unloaded.

I said it doesn't matter, I took advantage of others' short hands and helped move together.

I haven't moved a few pieces, eldest brother said. Instead of waiting for my car, you might as well go straight along the village road.

Over this mountain ridge in front of you, Changyucheng Village is directly opposite the mountain, which is much closer than taking a bus.

I was very happy and asked how to get there. Big brother said it was simple. Go straight along this road.

In the final analysis, it is going up the mountain, over the mountain and pointing to the mountain in front.

After a little hesitation, I decided to climb the mountain. Big brother said he would arrive in two hours.

I strengthened my confidence, so I washed my hands and walked to the mountains.

Walking through the newly renovated Xinghe Gate at the entrance of the village, it took less than ten minutes to reach the foot of the mountain.

Walking slowly up the mountain road, I met a fork not far away, and I didn't know whether to turn left or right.

God won't close one door, but he will open another. Not far from the right side of the road, there is an old man chopping wood and asking for directions.

He is a little deaf. He said loudly that he finally understood, pointed to the road on the left and said something he didn't quite understand.

But I immediately understood that it was the road on the left. It seems that it is not completely unreasonable for men to be left and women to be right.

Next is a small mountain road, climbing all the way, because it is shady and windy, so it is very cold.

Step up and get to the top of the mountain in about half an hour. The top of the mountain is a small flat with many rocks on it.

There is a gap in the middle of the rock, which reminds me of a scene in The Journey to the West, where Bajie explored the road and met the King of Silver Horn.

After crossing the rocky road, I was suddenly enlightened, but I didn't see the village. This is a long cement road leading to the other side of the mountain.

Because of the strong wind, I hurried to the cement road at the foot of the mountain, and I didn't know whether to go left or right, thinking about the general direction of Changyucheng Village.

Not far from the right, there is an obvious mountain road by the side of the road. Try to go up along the road until you get to the top.

Calm in my heart, Changyucheng Village is at the foot of the mountain, marked by the big pagoda tree in front of Yongxing Temple.

Finally, I can rest assured for a while, when the sky is covered by a large dark cloud.

But the sun still stubbornly looks for a gap to shoot out, forming a lightsaber, and the mountains stretch for thousands of miles without end.

It's magnificent.

After a short rest, I began to go down the mountain and cross the tall weeds. Only the wind is silent.

Occasionally, crows will fly overhead, or someone will be scared. Hurry up.

Halfway down the mountain, there was a weasel skin without internal organs, and the bright red blood had not dried up.

In the farmland at the foot of the mountain, the trees are planted neatly, and the red, yellow and green leaves on the hillside are colorful together.

There are also farmers breaking corn cobs in the fields.

After crossing the small bridge in the village, I returned to Changyecheng Village and stopped when I came.

It's nearly five o'clock in the afternoon. I went back to Lao Zhao's house and asked when dinner would be served. I'm ready to answer.

So after washing your hands, it will take about half an hour to eat, and the fee is 5 1 person.

I remember it as five dishes, trotters, ribs, tofu, celery, peanuts, long beans and a bowl of rice.

After I had a full stomach, I lay in bed and rested for a while. At about six o'clock, it was dark in the mountains.

Walking on the road, I met a buddy who was also playing alone at the northern end of the village.

After the chat, I took him to Lao Zhao's house, had dinner, and chatted with the proprietress in the courtyard for a while in the evening.

I went to bed.