This 800-year-old unpopular primitive ancient village is really suitable for seclusion. .

Weary and exhausted, we passed through the bright clouds and mountains, through the endless green fields, through the autumn when the flowers of the tree bloomed like broken stars, and the bustling city gradually faded away. Finally I arrived, as if I had stumbled into this place by mistake, with eight hundred years between us. Perhaps it was because of the rain that the stream water overflowed and appeared turbid. The old ox waded through the water and came to the shore to eat grass. White clouds are overhead, revealing a sparse glimpse of blue sky. The eaves are low, falling into the vast green sea. At the entrance of the village, in the shade of the camphor trees, the villagers were napping and chatting. I mistook the lady who was riding an electric scooter towards me as someone who was here to pick me up, but she was still willing to give me a ride. When I first arrived at Peitian Ancient Village, the enthusiasm and kindness I felt were so touching. The village is quiet, with few pedestrians and only occasional free-range chickens and ducks. The stream flows through the ancient village, making a tinkling sound. As I walked, I silently recalled the scene in Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring", which was very similar: the land was flat and spacious, the houses were neat, there were fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees and bamboos. The roads are connected and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard. The people who come and go there and the men and women who work there dress like outsiders. The old and the young are all happy. Only when you get closer will you realize that many of the open tourist attractions are also residential buildings. The locals were sitting in a circle, relaxing, and several kittens were running around next to the chairs. Some are empty and have their doors quietly open. I am the man from Wuling who suddenly broke in and was surprised by what he saw. Stopped on the road and looked around. A villager passed by me and said, "Girl, look in front of you. The cobblestones are paved into a picture of cranes and deer in spring. This used to be the old residence of an official, and it has the pattern of the patch on his official uniform." I stepped back a little, still unable to see clearly, so the villager said, "Take a picture with your mobile phone and it will be clear." And it turned out to be true. The weather was sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy. During another rainstorm, I took shelter in a farmer's house, and the uncle welcomed me in cheerfully. Facing a green rice field, listening to the sound of rain under the eaves. On the other side of the mountain, there was clear blue sky. A large white cloud slowly rose from the foot of the mountain, shining into the puddle that had just formed in front of the door. After the rain, the water moved the clouds. The uncle handed me some golden passion fruit that he had grown himself. It was so sweet. After the rain, fog appeared in the empty mountains. As night falls, smoke from cooking begins to rise. Two innocent children sit together by the door, an old man bends over to chop firewood by the roadside, a peasant woman washes dishes in the creek in front of the door, the fragrance of lotus fills the pond, and the melodious sound of the Hulusi can be heard from the pond... In the evening of the second day, I met the electric bike lady again. He invited him home and set out some snacks and tea. The old lady in the room asked three soul-searching questions: "How old are you?" "Are you married?" "Then how about marrying and moving to our village?"...Ah? I stuttered, "That's fine, isn't it?" After the heavy rain, I still looked forward to a starry sky with a faint hope, and got up intermittently in the middle of the night. When I opened the door again, I saw the sky in the four corners of the courtyard was dotted with stars. At one o'clock in the morning, I tilted my head back and gazed at the stars above my head across 4.2 light years. Although only two days in the village were enough to wash away the dust and dirt on my face. The clouds are so deep that I don’t know where they are. There are countless better things in the world. So later on, I told everyone I met how good Peitian was.