Shanxi, a land where vicissitudes and miracles coexist, is a living fossil of China's ancient civilization. In the narration of the senior guide, the Buddha statues in Yungang Grottoes seem to open their mouths and whisper, telling the legend of a thousand years of frost and wind; on the Wutai Mountain, burning incense and copying scriptures, feeling a moment of peace of mind; the Hanging Temple stands in the air, and the Yingxian Wooden Pagoda looms large, and every detail interprets the pinnacle of the Chinese craftsmen's skills. There is also the bowl of sinewy knife-shaved noodles, hiding the wisdom of the Jin people for a thousand years and fireworks. In Shanxi, you will meet a time-traveling cultural baptism, but also harvest the satisfaction of the tongue and the soul of a moment of rest.

Pingyao, a city that hides a thousand years of age in green bricks and gray tiles. The city's buildings have flying eaves and red lanterns hang high, and the past of Jin merchants whispers in the streets of the Ming and Qing dynasties. The Shuanglin Temple is alive with colorful sculptures, Mianshan Mountain is haunted by smoke and clouds, and the lights and shadows of the deep alleys of the compound sway. Every step here is a line of poetry carved in time, and every flavor is an invitation to Jinzhong.