Standing on the small bridge at the entrance of the village, the village of Hongya seemed not big, but it had a lasting appeal.
In the dry northwest plateau, it is not easy to find such a quiet rural village. In the narrow old alley, to exile themselves. So deep alleys, located on the loess slope, through the winding dirt road, on both sides of the embankment on the wall mark, tell the village once sad, once red years.
You can walk through the roadway without slanting eyes, strolling slowly and quietly in the old alley filled with shadows.
At noon, dazzling sunshine, sprinkled in the vicissitudes of the roof, the northwest plateau of the sun is so hot, prickly people can not open their eyes. Take a few steps to hide in the shade of the trees, a lot of instant comfort. Still lazy stroll, inadvertently jump into the screen, so that I am a thrill, how the wall has a prominent box. Approaching a careful look, gently touching, these traces of history, will make me wonder, this is full of vicissitudes of the path, need to use what language to describe it, I do not know.
But I know clearly, I'm waiting for you in the old alley, where are you?
I think those who fought in the alleys have left us. To this day can be seen on the walls of the hidden "join the Red Army, North Anti-Japanese" left in the big red characters, the permanent record of the 25000 li of the glorious course of the long March. Years of circuitous circulation, echoing on the walls around.
At the corner of the alley, there was an ancient well hidden, and the windlass on it was full of traces of the years. Today, its mission ended, and it used to be the sweet spring of Hongya Village, which nurtured the whole village.
Village tall gun building, is here the most conspicuous building, up the stairs, overlooking Hongya Village. Now it is the best place for people to visit. It used to be the bugle of Hongya Village. Two or three old people sitting in the alley, one did not smoke, with the local voice pulling gossip, or tell the story like an alley like twists and turns. In the talk, there is the tranquility and calm after the vicissitudes of life.
Circuitous road turn, suddenly heard the distant sonorous powerful roar, silence of the old alley instant boiling, this sound from where, and why so bold, followed the sound of a rapid pace to find. Turns out it's not a fight or a fight, but a group of people on the top of the plateau like to roar in the singing. Listen carefully just to recognize this is Shaanxi's Qin Opera, how can you sing here? The original Qin Opera is also the Ningxia Guyuan Hongya Village local drama, here the people will yell a few voices.
From the secret place of time, the emotions of joy or sadness roar out, and the worldly heart is forgotten. When we are in the middle, once confused, heavy, eventually no longer confined to this corner of the narrow. Sorrow and trouble will be discarded, so that happy jump in the sonorous and forceful Qin cavity.
With the remaining tone of the Qin rhyme, continue to look for the old alley between the square inch of the United States. Bright red paper in the hands of paper-cut artists, with the small scissors flying up and down, a short while on the branches of the sparrow, flying wings, exquisite in the playful.
I used the foot of the old alley in Hongya Village to measure the time, standing on this yellow land, feeling that never fade red memory. Search for the local customs in the ancient alleys and savor the unique delicacies of Hongya Village.
Ask: is it we shape the environment, or the environment has changed us. I want to say, Hongya village old alley is the most beautiful old alley in Ningxia.