Huaishang style: the style of Huaishang style

There was an early frost last night. Open the curtains in the morning, and a thin layer of Tsing Yi covers the beautiful town.

This small town comes from Huai 'an, which just woke up on the Huanghuai Plain.

Our hotel is in the west of Huai 'an, and the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal passes by our window. It is so leisurely and carefree, and it is so eloquent. The white position and lineup, like a long guard of honor, strutted forward until we reached an unreachable place. Looking carefully, Huai 'an City is like a bathing girl, pulling up the white shower curtain and presenting her beautiful and colorful outline with distinct lines.

Good autumn, the best is Huai 'an People.

Huai 'an is a place where scholars gather. Only from the literati of the past dynasties, there appeared the world-famous ci writers Meicheng who wrote "Seven Hairs" in Chaoyang District of Han Dynasty. Chen Lin in Jian 'an Seven Sons, Ji Zhongfu and Zhao Xian in Tang Dynasty; Zhang Wenqian in Song Dynasty; Zhang Binglong in Yuan Dynasty and so on. Wu Cheng'en, who is famous for The Journey to the West, is also from Huai 'an. His former residence is under the river, and his study for writing books is called "Sheyang Arrow", and there are still sites to be found. Shi Naian, the author of Water Margin, once lived here for a long time. In addition, Gong Kai, who was famous for painting horses in the Song Dynasty, and Bian, who was famous for painting deer and geese in the Qing Dynasty, were all Huai 'an painters. There are countless poets in past dynasties, such as Li Bai, Bai Juyi, Liu Yuxi, Du Mu, Su Dongbo, Huang Tingjian and Wen Tianxiang. If we talk about politics and military affairs again, Han Xin, one of the "three outstanding men" of the Han Dynasty, also appeared. Liang Hongyu, a famous anti-gold heroine in Southern Song Dynasty; Guan Tianpei, the national hero who fought against Britain in the southeast of Wei Town ... These figures, together with a prominent official, a wealthy businessman, a famous monk and Taoist doctor, and a martial arts expert, constitute a portrait of Huai 'an that everyone envies. Corresponding to this are pavilions, gardens and temples, teahouses and restaurants. In the past, Huai 'an called these places "the Eight Scenes of Yangshan". This elegant name is quite a bit proud of Suzhou and Hangzhou. There are longxing temple built in the Jin Dynasty, Wentong Tower, Bochishan, Liulingtai, Ganluo City and ancient Miri, Malaysia in the Tang Dynasty. And Zhenhuai Building, which has stood proudly for more than 1000 years. When I came to Huai 'an, I visited the ancient times and explored the secluded places. Poems left by the scenery can be seen everywhere. Yao's poems recorded in the county annals can be said to be an image portrayal of Huai 'an City:

Wu Jin took Chu's guests to travel more often.

The magnificent first state in southeast China,

The screen is everywhere,

Practice paving the Huaihe River floating in the sky.

Chengtou encouraged the black magpie,

Sail to Bai Ou at Dabakou.

The crotch hero left today,

The light smoke sets the sun, which makes people worry.

Infinite scenery and thousands of heroes fascinate us, but what makes us deeply miss is a respectable great man in China's modern history.

We have not forgotten that Huai 'an is the hometown of Premier Zhou Enlai.

In an alley near the northwest corner of Huai 'an downtown tower, we visited Zhou Enlai's former residence with the enthusiasm of worshipping the marketing center. This is an old-fashioned building, which consists of two houses, east and west. Cang Shu in the Eastern Courtyard is independent, covered with blue bricks and covered with moss. Zhou Enlai was born in a wing in the corner of this hospital. The Fourth Hospital is the residence of the Prime Minister's uncle, who spent an unforgettable childhood and adolescence here. The commentator sincerely introduced:' The Prime Minister is a thrifty teenager, and he has become a man with lofty aspirations. His modest and prudent, approachable, hardworking and simple style in his later years can be seen in his youth ... "In the depths of this alley, his story is still circulating. It is said that after Premier Zhou went to Beijing, his aunt went to Beijing and asked him to arrange a job for his niece. The Prime Minister told him: "Producers are public servants of the people, and they don't engage in cronyism ..." Finally, the Prime Minister himself took out 300 yuan and sent someone to send her back to Huai 'an, asking her to tell her that she relied on her own social struggle ... Now recalling such a story makes people feel even greater.

A generation of great men, countless celebrities, and Huai 'an people in Qian Qian who shed their blood for this land are all gone. What we can discover today is the real life of this small town, the eternal tradition and the changing rhythm of the times, and the ordinary and sincerity that this small town attracts us. This small town, neither gorgeous nor exquisite, neither prosperous nor dim, looks like an uncut rough jade. Its shape is so simple, with unique buildings in northern Jiangsu style, wide roads and deep streets, smooth and popular canal water ballads, costumes and language in northern Jiangsu style ... everything shows its own characteristics and personality. The most intimate thing about the local accent is the peddling sound on the street corner, which is crowded with one pavement after another. "Camellia … all kinds of fresh aquatic products, all kinds of clothes … the sound of selling fashion is crisp and bright … all the city sounds are intertwined, with the strong enthusiasm of Huai' an people. Listen-"delicacies and sea cucumbers are the most important, and giving good gifts is expensive." This kind of voice is concrete and vivid, and with detailed introduction, all foreign travelers are intoxicated. ...

..... Out of town, walk along the Huaihe River. Those landscapes, charms, personalities, rhythms, yesterday and today still occupy our minds. When we think of the story of an old friend whose village in Huai 'an is brilliant in history, we can't help feeling that Huai 'an, like her beautiful name, is a quiet banjo around Huai 'an.

The banjo woke up. We are still in her animal dream. ...

(This article was originally published in the People's Daily "The Good Earth" Supplement. Selected in Selected Prose) Liu Xiangru

Jigong Mountain is located at the turn of heaven, Henan and Hubei, facing Tongbai Mountain in the west, bordering Wushengguan in the south and Xinyang City in the north. The mountains are stacked with steep rocks, which are windy and waves. Yun Qi is choppy, which is called "Park in the Clouds" in history. It has a tendency of pressure and balance. Wouldn't it be a pity to visit Tongbai Mountain instead of Jigong Mountain?

When the tour guide announced that he was going to Jigong Mountain, all the fellow travelers were in high spirits. Unfortunately, we were trapped in the middle of the night and the car bumped all day. If we continue to climb the mountain, we will involuntarily worry about the uncertain future. When the car entered the mountain pass, there was endless darkness around it. The mountains like ink clouds are endless and ethereal, covered with dark brown roofs of originally flat land, and everything seems to be swallowed up in the thick shadows of the mountains. Looking through the window, only the shadow of Zheng Zheng on the hillside is dotted with several bean lights, flickering like the eye of the sleeping earth. After a while, the peak potential of the mountain and the meridians of the mountain fell into chaos, and the world gradually lost its floating sound and became quiet and deep.

At this moment, many people's eyes narrowed into cracks and slowly dozed off. Where is the front peak of this mountain? Where is the front end of the road? Turning around, no one cares, but I feel that the front is heavy and endless, like a bottomless mystery. We sometimes feel the ups and downs of the journey from the shaking of the car. The speed is very slow, and the human body leans back. It seems that we are swinging slowly on the swing frame ... Oh, are we climbing the ladder set by our mother Huaihe River? Is it wandering on the protruding chest blade of Huaihe River? In that elusive artistic conception, we have all kinds of bizarre illusions.

However, a chill is slowly coming towards us. It turned out that it was gray and dead loneliness around, only the roar of cars. Gradually, we heard the purring sound, the deep breath in Xiangshan chest, like Lin Tao's concerto playing in the valley. Slowly, it presents a roaring sound, just like a wolf howling from a distance ... The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the car is like a loaded old cow, climbing up against it and panting hard.

Everything became mysterious. ...

The dozer opened his eyes and looked out of the window again; The mountain is gone, and the road is unclear. I only feel stone walls, cliffs and pine branches swaying in the high wind. Under the dim light of the headlights, pieces of stone blocks are exposed, and cold faces are like arrow piles for training on the ancient city wall. Looking down through these stone barriers, our hearts began to tremble unconsciously: in the bottomless silence, clouds rose, and through defogging, we could see the underground lights from a distance, just like a few faint cold stars embedded in an inverted bottom of the sky-we really felt that there was an bottomless abyss under our feet!

The night is getting deeper. I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao. The rain was wrapped in thick mountain fog and torn into a huge black curtain by the wind, covering the whole car body. The car carefully explores the road, stops and walks, wobbles, like a boat on the waves, and is in danger of being subverted at any time. Almost everyone's heart is imprisoned in an extremely tense atmosphere. At this time, I looked up at the sky under the curtain. In the dark night, the steep stone cliff was strange and loose, like a statue with a black face and a strange shadow, coming from the headlights and walking past. Sometimes there is an indistinguishable sound, rough, or the sound of mountain springs; Sunny, or autumn insects croak, adds a mysterious color to this deep forest. Everyone began to talk about the danger and interest of this mountain trip, with a fantasy description; There is joy in pride; There is a sigh of concern. ...

The driver is a young lesbian, climbing the mountain for the first time at night. Obviously, she is timid. The car drove slower and slower, and finally it was like standing still. Step by step, I heard a bang, and the body shook violently and slipped in one direction! The alarm-like sound from the horn made us feel a sudden force, throwing the whole carriage into the air from the seat ... This sudden change made everyone stunned and sweat came out on their foreheads. No more talking, laughing and sighing, only the roar of the mountain wind. It was not until the car stopped for a long time that the travelers were surprised to realize their existence.

How many such adventures can a person have in his life? The travelers rushed down from the car door, shouting and tiptoeing, but instead of finding a place to live, they surrounded the car to find out what it meant, but their hair stood on end without looking. That was close! It turns out that the car is stuck on the seesaw, only half a step away from the cliff, and half a step away is the abyss. If the car goes half a step further, ...

So they began to blame and blame each other, saying that they shouldn't take such a big risk to go up the mountain, but what's the use? Finally, I tried to push the cart. The car finally crawled, the mountain road became deeper and deeper, and the cliff behind it became steeper and steeper. The sky seems to be covered on the roof, which is palpable, because it is foggy and unfathomable. I don't know how long it took, but finally an open field flashed on the road slope. There are more forks, some swimming up slightly, some spreading down slightly, and the light reflects a vein, just like the veins stood out on the old man's forehead. At the same time, houses appeared one after another, overlapping with the cliff Gu Song, and lights came and went, bringing vitality to the mountain peaks at night and hope to the eager travelers. ...

The car rumbled and the wind was still strong, but I don't know when the rain stopped and the fog became smaller. The sky became sparse and fresh, and a few stars appeared faintly. I really can't imagine what a magical moment it was. Our eyes suddenly lit up, and a brilliant and miraculous lens appeared: the dark night seemed to be ripped open by a giant hand, and suddenly a bright world appeared: Ah, lights! At one o'clock, at two o'clock ... one cluster, two clusters ... one, two ... like countless night pearls scattered on the dark ridge, lined up along the mountain, with high and low grades, like rows of necklaces shining with silver light, hanging on the neck of the mountain, like the milky way. In a sea of lights, pavilions appear in beautiful ways, some climb to the top, some fly in the air, some are built on mountains, some are row upon row, and some are like rich and elegant gardens on the flat ground. ……

Oh, this is the market in the sky? Is it a mirage of nature?

The bus arrived at its destination at eleven o'clock sharp. A group of people fell on the first floor, General Building and Yanyu Building respectively. Standing on the steps of these villas, under the light of lanterns, travelers will get together at once. The mountain breeze laughs, the window is bright in the fog, the fog at the foot of the mountain spreads and falls under our feet, and the peaks show a male state of "different heights". We seem to be standing on the clouds and stepping on the waves of the foggy sea. The house we live in tonight is an island in the sea. We sat on a boat with fishing lights on and sped to the source of Huaihe River. ...

In a flash, almost everyone turned around and glanced at the Panshan Highway hidden in the night. For a long time, I was immersed in the dreamlike aftertaste just now ... Maybe any feeling of looking back is solemn. The road is long in Xiu Yuan, with one end connected to last night and the other leading to tomorrow. ...

Oh, tomorrow, where will we stand hand in hand? (Selected Prose of Anhui Literature in this Original Edition) Liu Xiangru

After returning from that small village, I always want to tell people that well-known history, that extraordinary time, that earth-shattering story that happened in the wild. ...

I didn't know that osawa Township used to be like this: at the site of the uprising more than 2,000 years ago, except for the whirlwind and the rustling of grass in the Mid-Autumn Festival, except for the depressed villages, except for the sudden noise of motor vehicles and the villagers who came and went in a hurry, it seemed difficult to find anything. Oh, has the name "Chen" on silk been forgotten by his descendants? Don't you remember the heroic backchat of "Prince Wang Ziru, I'd rather have seeds"? Has the majestic cry of "cutting wood for soldiers and killing Qin" been buried by the dust of history? Didn't the 900 garrison leave a trace of iron?

I am looking for the footprints of Bobby Chen and Guangwu, walking through the ever-expanding dirt road on the ridge, and in the autumn wind with a slight sigh, I ask questions to human beings and nature-

I asked the young man who came back from sowing: "Where is Chen Sheng stationed?" They shook their heads. I asked the old farmer who came back from farming the most: "Which villages has Bobby Chen been to?" They looked at me puzzled.

I asked the village woman, "Have you ever heard of Bobby Chen?" The village woman stared curiously.

In the evening, I found a square platform on a wooded wasteland. In fact, it is just a shabby, low and narrow mound, on which stands a row of crude primary school buildings. I asked the pupils, "Have you ever heard of Bobby Chen and Guangwu?" The children immediately surrounded me and asked me with interest, "So do you know where the uprisings in Chen Sheng and Guangwu are?"

I replied without hesitation, "It's at your feet."

Yes, maybe you don't believe it: history dramatically turned the place where Chen Sheng and Guangwu gathered for the uprising into a primary school classroom. Perhaps, this is what a man of heart deliberately does, so that future generations can remember the history of their land?

At this moment, I am standing on this earthwork platform which is only 8 meters high, 50 meters long and 50 meters wide. I'm not sure it's as simple as that: the remnant tablet with three big words "related to the old station" just fell in a corner of the wall casually, as if no one had ever noticed it. However, no brilliant historian and archaeologist can deny that this is the place where Chen Sheng ordered drums more than 2,000 years ago. I also stumbled upon four stone tablets after the Ming Dynasty, which were placed in the 14th year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (A.D. 1586), the 29th year of Daoguang in the Qing Dynasty (A.D. 1849), the 17th year of Guangxu (A.D. 189 1) and the 32nd year of the Republic of China (A.D./KLOC-0). I wiped a broken tablet with a wet cloth, and a line of handwriting immediately appeared in front of me-

Shooting range, Chen She also. Taiwan, Chen She's stage of practicing martial arts and drumming is also ... So, Jia called it the old-fashioned stage. ...

This is an inscription written by Qing Daoguang. As can be seen from the inscription, this station is also called Deer Shooting Platform. It is said that when Chen She set up a platform to swear, he saw a sika deer jumping out of the grass in front. With an arrow in his hand, Chen She said to the guards who participated in the uprising, "If the arrow hits the deer, it will be successful!" As a result, the sika deer fell to the ground, so the defenders of the uprising fought for their confidence and bravely washed away ... This legendary story is not satisfactory, because it is perfunctory and shows the inevitable factors of the Chen She uprising to future generations.

Standing in front of this loess platform, you only need to think about it, and you can infer the magnificent scene of Chen Sheng's northern expedition. Looking around, we can see the land of Huaihe River basin, which is as open as the sea, and we can imagine the hometown of Zeguo in the rainy and miserable situation in 2009 BC. When I look back and browse the landforms connected with the hills on both sides of Taiwan Province, I seem to see the elegance of the "72nd Battalion" again. These low mounds are like islands in the sea, extending westward until they are invisible to the naked eye. Seeing them is like seeing a group of unruly people and hearing the magnificent drums that shook the earth.

The drums have gone away and disappeared into the embrace of history. I was suddenly attracted by the sudden drums and walked along the ancient platform to an abandoned grave. There are rubble everywhere. The "Snow Princess Temple" recorded in history books has stood here for more than 600 years/kloc-0. Although the dust of history generously abandoned her, she is like the grass on the wasteland, glowing with youth from generation to generation. Snowflake is Bobby Chen's sister. This beautiful girl once followed her brother to the north and south, galloped in the battlefield, and entered and exited millions of troops until she was exhausted and scarred, so that a handful of loess buried her flowery face, and only her hometown remembered her year after year. ...

How can history be easily forgotten? When I was looking for its past on the loess layer of the ancient platform, I found that among the pines and cypresses, there was the osawa Bell Tower, which symbolized heroic deeds. Although it has been in disrepair for a long time due to the war, it is a kind of boxing heart for the heroes of the uprising. From warlords who supported the separatist regime to ordinary people, they spared no expense in raising money and left a memorial here. It is like a wake-up call, always reminding future generations of their reflection and nostalgia for history.

The spirit of osawa Township is far from extinct. Here, I was surprised to find another historical fact: the Huaihai Campaign, which attracted worldwide attention, also regarded this place as an important battlefield. In A.D. 1948, the majestic bugle sounded here, and the broadsword of the peasant war in the late Qin Dynasty was given by Long and turned into the "August 1st" military flag. The team that marched into Qixian and Chencheng was reminiscent of the China People's Liberation Army that charged Shuangduiji.

What an interesting historical contrast and a thought-provoking historical evolution! If the war more than 2,000 years ago was the success or failure of overthrowing violent feudal rule, then the war more than 2,000 years ago was the continuation of history. The difference is that one ended in failure and the other in victory. Failure is due to the limitations of the times, and victory is the inevitable trend of historical development!

The stars are moving. The drums marching towards the darkness are silent and ring again until the spring of celebration. How hard and long the drums are! Nowadays, people in osawa Township are playing new drums on their own land. Although the drums are still heavy and slow, since there was yesterday, there must be a sunny tomorrow. ...

Oh, I clearly heard a new command to drum on this lonely stage, one after another, from distant yesterday to today. In the changing process of the times and history, the drum has been constantly changing its own rhythm connotation.

Oh, drum, knock with new hope!

(This article originally contained "Earth Supplement" of People's Daily. Selected in Selected Prose) Liu Xiangru

The autumn rain, which lasted for more than half a month, finally accelerated its pace and disappeared. The sunshine in autumn looks particularly charming. At this time, we came to a mountain city surrounded by mountains, which is the long-awaited Tongbai County. Here the peaks meet, the trees are delicate and pretty, the water is as bright as a mirror, and the climate is pleasant. Stepping down from the car, everyone stretched out and felt extremely relaxed. The road is clean and the environment is quiet. The endless Tongbai Mountain, like a natural barrier, blocks all the way and leads us into a fairy tale world.

Tongbai has a long history, and "Gong Yu" was called "Huaidu" in ancient times, which is known as one of the 72 blessed places in the world in history. When we walk on this "blessed land", we are all shocked by the magical power of nature: this is a world of springs and stones, and every stone and spring gives people wings of reverie, so elegant and unpredictable. Spring water, in particular, is a trickle, criss-crossing, tinkling, just like fingers plucking beautiful strings. At the bottom of Ming Che, there are often shiny rock eggs, which trickle and jump over, stirring up finely divided crystals. Moreover, Liu's attitude is different, some rushing and some falling. Fully resist the collision; Some are light and comfortable rolls, such as blue silk that often dances; Other lies are soft and clear, such as exquisite silk ... and the road under our feet is stone, stone to stone, tooth to tooth, crossing the shoulders of every stream, like a thrilling plank road hanging in the air, people walking on it, watching the surrounding water blurred, listening to the symphony of streams in all directions, really like walking in Penglai fairyland. ...

The fellow travelers jumped up with joy, whistled and stood not far away shouting, "Hey … Look … we are jumping on the Huaihe River …"

Oh, the trickle at the source of Huaihe River! What a wonderful and magical sight ...

In the ancient temple village surrounded by green orchids, we found an ancient monument engraved with the word "Huaiyuan", which is as big as a bucket and vigorous and tall. The companions gathered together to take pictures as a souvenir. Not far from this monument, there is a dry well, which is the "land of Yu Wang Suojiao" in folklore. According to legend, when Dayu came to the source of Huaihe River to control water, he found that the disaster of Huaihe River was caused by the water demon Wu Zhiqi. If this demon is a dragon, its head is like an ape, with endless changes. Yu Wang then sent his nephew to catch the demon and lock it in the well, pointing to the locked stone pillar and saying, "If you want to be free, just wait for the stone pillar to bloom ..." Year after year passed, and the Huaihe River really stopped flooding. Until the end of the Qing Dynasty, two prisoners passed by and hung the flower feather hat on the stone pillar to enjoy the cool. Wu Zhiqi mistakenly thought that the stone pillar was blooming, so he broke free from the chain and flew away from the thunderbolt. ...

This legend is too mythical, but just like the local historical sites such as Huaidu Temple and Yu Temple, it reflects the people's reverence for the heroes of water control.

Of course, Huaiyuan is still our most concerned place. Where on earth did its first trickle start? This is a question that even Shen, a foreign student in Qing Dynasty, wants to find out. According to Tongbai County Records, "The conception begins with Dafu ..." Dafu is Taibaiding, the main peak of Tongbai Mountain. "There is a seven-foot swimming pool here ... there are three springs, which gush out of the pool and flow underground, and become a river after six or seven miles." Based on this, we seek the source of climbing mountains and stairs. The road twists and turns like a ribbon, ups and downs, pulling us to the deep realm. Then there are cliffs and towering old trees. The stream is like a thin thread, intermittent. If there is anything, if there is nothing, it loses the motivation to jump at the foot of the mountain ... So I climbed mountain after mountain, panting, and finally bypassed the "eighteen bends" and reached the "first sight". I saw the dangerous peaks on both sides facing each other, a pebble-covered canyon winding up, and the white clouds were too white to see. "White clouds steaming blue walls, there are yellow cranes." This is a poem written by Bai Yuchan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, after visiting this mountain. At this moment, the artistic conception in this poem shows the role of the bishop in form and spirit.

Near Taibaiding, we really found a Huai well seven feet square. The water is shallow, but crystal clear, and there are three springs. The source and flow are subtle and difficult to distinguish, which is beneficial to the stone gap beside the well. Make a whirlwind attack, squeeze out a little unobstructed position, and then flow forward leisurely. The water stopped flowing and seeped into the ground. Then it overflowed from the ground, ran a few hundred meters in a hurry, and soaked out between the cliffs covered with moss cages. A little bit, a little bit, a thread, as clear as morning light, tinkling. So many times, it finally merged into a shallow trickle, flowing down the cracks in the rock, through the rock, through the bottom of the canyon, through the wet land, through the mouth of the canyon, and finally merged into a happy river. The river rushes all the way, crying all the way to the roaring river. Oh, no ...

Ah, Huaihe River, the first vigorous artery jumped like this!

Seeing these strange sights, we have many associations: yes. Any weak life in the world, even the underground undercurrent, is overwhelmed, bound, obstructed and excluded. As long as it keeps gathering and flowing, it will eventually form an irresistible force, heading for the long river and the vast sea. ...

Ah, the clear water in the upper reaches of Huaihe River! Finally, due to the changes of various experiences and circumstances, in the turbulent momentum, turbid waves roll and sediment pours down ... how can we get inspiration from this flowing philosophy and keep the purity and chastity of life forever?

Faced with this trickle, I can't help but think of the origin of our national history. Its source is so clear, so clear, so inviolable! Finally, I wrote this poem in my diary after I went back.

Oh, the source of Huaihe River,

The first pulse of life.

A little, a little, a wisp,

Is the true face of history ...

Fairy tales on the top of Taibai Mountain,

Is the source of our nation.

Sentiment, wisdom and virtue ...

Man is a long river,

The face of history is evolving-

Your freshness, your fullness,

Your rudeness, your moraine,

Oh, may the source live forever, and may the tree of life live forever. ...

(This article was originally published in the Liberation Daily Supplement. )