The car has been going around Panshan Road for a long time, and from time to time there are public pavilions, which can take pictures of the ancient villages opposite. After all, when we live in the village, we have a feeling that we don't know where we are. When we live in the village, we wait for another hilltop to look across. Oh, originally we live in this village. In this way, the scattered ancient villages are displayed in the mountains opposite them under the sunshine. What excites me most along the way is that some persimmon trees and villagers are brewing wine in the ancient method, and some villagers are leading some calves by. The persimmon trees are full of small red lantern-like fruits, which stand out in the golden ancient dwellings. Around a hill, we came to Yang Jiatang. A village called "Golden Potala Palace", "The Last Secret Land of the South of the Yangtze River". It is gratifying to note that the village has no commercial flavor, its houses are well preserved, hundreds of years of ancient camphor trees, mottled earth walls, distant farming terraces, ancient Song ancestral halls, wooden doors and windows, curling cooking cigarettes, and the courtyard walls are marked with "Zhuzi Ruling Family Motto" "Xiaojing" "filial piety cultivation" and "Song The words in the clan genealogy are telling people - "what is nostalgia, what is the idea of running a family through hard work and rain reading."