One thousand five hundred years ago, Enyang was the "Yiyang County" of the Southern and Northern Dynasties. It has been the Mi Cang Ancient Road connecting Sichuan and Shaanxi since ancient times. "It is difficult to get on the road, and it is difficult to go to the sky." The waterway is the only way to walk outside the mountains. Enyang is the water and land terminal of the ancient times. In the past, the famous poets Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Dongpo, Lu You, and Huang Tingjian, all came into Sichuan and went back to the water. The old tree under the old dam, the rivers and rivers that the ducks and geese swim, seem to be not amazing, but it was the big pier where the merchant ships gathered together. According to the report, when the Ming and Qing Dynasties flourished, Enyang had thousands of daily visitors, thirty-seven large and small streets, and hundreds of shop vendors. It has become a huge town with a million people: in the age of people, People can be called giant! Today's Enyang can only look back on the glory of the past from the remains of thousands of years of bonfire. In the west of the ancient town, there are Foer Rocks from the Song Dynasty and Buddhism, and there are hundreds of stone cliff statues left in the past; Wenzhizhai and Wenchang Pavilion in the Ming Dynasty, the legend and history intersect with each other; the oil square street, ginger The hanging foot of the city street is the bayan residence of the black tile white wall and wooden pillars; the old house in the passing house is enshrined with "the heavens, the earth, the monarch, the pro, the teacher", a few pillars of incense, lingering, silently talking about the water and land terminal Past stories. This thousand-year-old town on the edge of the Jialing River suffered from flash floods eight years ago. After the flooding, there was not much scarring left. Walk in the old stone slabs and lanes of the twists and turns, filled with peace and tranquility of life: Children squatting on their own threshold, bored looking at passers-by; old people leaning against bamboo chairs stonemason paving the head of the stonemason who grinds the stone tablet, hands up and down, concentrates on the street, and looks up at the street scene; Old Street, the old man from the mountain, behind the back Onion and garlic, went back and forth for a long time and did not sell it; brown sugar twist shop, a brown sugar sesame cake, brown sugar twist, only on the case. That is the taste of the hometown of the displaced people; haircut stalls in the alley, a white-bearded old man around the bib, laughing at the microphone's position as a shaver; under the highway bridge, is the town's most lively collection In the city center, tea stalls for everyone to play cards, miscellaneous clothes stalls selling clothes, snack stalls, shoe stalls, bamboo stalls, toy stalls, squeezing, and the bridge piers are tightly covered. is like a lively city life genre painting. Riverside, standing with a mottled stone mottled. Under the old banyan tree, an old man smashed a long pipe, half leaning on the polished bamboo chair, squinting his eyes, smoking a cigarette, and having a conversation with his mother-in-law. A bowl of tea in front of it continued and continued. Granny does not drink tea, speaks in her mouth, and has a sole in her hand. During the sewing of the needle thread and the disappearance of the cigarette, the sunset converges on the afterglow, and it falls in the water of the Enyang River and flows away. Guzhen people, live here, and grow old here.