Travel through Shanxi with Wukong🫅～

Mountains and rivers tell ancient tales, Shanxi’s charm spans a thousand years. The towering Taihang Mountains stand like Shanxi’s straight backbone; the winding Yellow River rushes like the lifeblood flowing through the land of Sanjin. This land of mountains and rivers has engraved five thousand years of civilization into the folds of the loess, flowing like poetry between the blue bricks and gray tiles. Step into the ancient city of Pingyao, where the morning bells and evening drums of Ming and Qing dynasty streets still tell the legends of Shanxi merchants. The gilded abacus of the Rishengchang Draft Bank moves the tides of finance, and the sound of horseshoes on bluestone slabs seems to travel through time. The chanting at Mount Wutai lingers in the air, the Northern Wei roof decorations carry the moonlight of the flourishing Tang Dynasty, the Song and Liao dynasty bracket arches support a thousand years of incense, and the prayer flags at Foguang Temple recite the Diamond Sutra in the wind. The Buddhas of Yungang Grottoes smile gently with lowered brows, the flowing robes in the Five Caves of Tangyao dance lightly, and the fusion of nomadic and Han cultures here forms an eternal smile. The "Five Blessings Holding Longevity" brick carvings at the Wang Family Courtyard hide the secrets of a family tradition of farming and scholarship, the coffered ceiling of the Qiao Family Opera House spins with the vigorous rhythms of Shanxi opera. The roar of Hukou Waterfall echoes the grandeur of the "Yellow River Cantata," and the tunnels of Zhangbi Ancient Castle wind with the wisdom of the cold weapon era. When the fragrance of Fenjiu liquor from Xinghua Village drifts through the apricot blossom spring rain, and the steam from knife-cut noodles rises with the bustling city life, this land gains warmth and breath. From the observatory at the Taosi Ruins to the flying apsaras of Yingxian Wooden Pagoda, from the loyalty of Guan Yu’s hometown to the desolation of the Zouxikou route, Shanxi’s stories are written in brick carvings and wood engravings, hidden in the deep alleys of stele forests. Take your time here, listen to the old tune after the "Zouxikou" song ends, watch the sunset dye Guanque Tower red, and you will understand what it means to "See Shanxi for five thousand years of China."