The history of planting banyan trees in Fuzhou

This is a city with a history of more than 2200 years. In the 13th year of Kaiyuan in the Tang Dynasty, it was called Fuzhou. In the Five Dynasties, the city expanded and the beautiful Wushan, Yushan and Pingshan were surrounded in the city. Since then, Fuzhou has become a unique city with "mountains in the city and cities in the mountains", and "Three Mountains" has become an alias of Fuzhou. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhang Boyu, the magistrate of Pingping, personally planted two banyan trees in front of the yamen, calling on the people to plant them widely, so the city was shaded by trees and the summer days were unobstructed, so it was also called Rongcheng.

I used to call it Rongcheng. One summer night, sitting under a banyan tree, my long beard brushed gently, and my dislike of this city would disappear with the wind. When I was alone on the road, the banyan trees everywhere gave me care. Like an elder, he gave me a heart to lean on. When I checked in, it was the first time I separated from my son. Vulnerability is everywhere. I leaned against the trunk many times and prayed that the banyan tree would give me strength. I once compared Jun to a banyan tree, and I want to express this feeling, because he spent that miserable time with me.

Fuzhou goes down the Minjiang River, and there are countless inland rivers in the city. Standing on the top of the mountain, the city is always shrouded in hazy fog and never clear. People here have motherly feelings for the Minjiang River, which is called the mother river, so Fujian is called Min for short. There are many docks on the Minjiang River, and our company's 10,000-ton foreign trade dock is on the bank of the river-crossing bridge. When the sun goes down, it looks at the beautiful scenery of Xia Hong. Looking at the ebb and flow of the tide, some people will be quietly moved, and some people will like the faint brewing.

visual angle

The most distinctive building in the city is three lanes and seven alleys, which is the cultural center of Fuzhou in past dynasties. In every alley, celebrities live next to each other across the historical era. The remaining bluestone slabs, mottled white walls, scattered black tiles and imperial plaques all tell the story of the past prosperity. The former residences here are all free and open. I have been to Yanfu, Lin Juemin and Lin Zexu, and the repairs are relatively complete. And more former residences just hang a small sign and have residents staying. They visited several places, and the meticulously carved ancient well was deep and unforgettable. Being in those alleys, the drift of time becomes light, which makes people hold their breath and meditate on yesterday. I heard that the government has a plan to restore three lanes and seven lanes, but I don't think it is necessary. We restored and preserved our former residence and used the word "restore the old appearance". Finally, there are no extra bricks, so we might as well remember the historical wealth created by celebrities. In my heart and eyes, I am willing to choose the former.

There are many temples in the city, including Yongquan Temple and Xichan Temple. The two pottery pagodas of the Northern Song Dynasty in front of the main hall of Yongquan Temple are world-famous, and the litchi trees of Xichan Temple in the Song Dynasty are full of fruits this season, which is my personal opinion. I was born a little scared of temples, and I often didn't dare to look close. Most of what I remember is leather. The incense in these two places is very strong. Every holiday, the bus company should increase the number of trains and extend the running time. Perhaps influenced by my father, I turned myself into an atheist, and because of my petty bourgeoisie, I somehow believed in the theory of destiny. Wandering in such contradictions has made me today's strange behavior of entering the temple without worshipping and urgently asking for Buddha.

Besides the three mentioned above, there are isolated hills in the city. Gushan is the highest mountain in this city, and it is also one of the places where I have stepped up my exercise recently. Along the steps, the carved rocks on both sides silently convey distant glory, and the related allusions told by the elders make me wander in the distant years. There are no gentle banyan trees on the top of the mountain, but pine trees are scattered all over the place. The higher they are, the more attractive they are, and they have the momentum of Huangshan pine. In winter, in a sparsely populated place, my son and I sat on the stone steps, held him in our arms, bathed in warm sunshine, and the warm feeling echoed throughout Shan Ye. My son can feel this kind of happiness, and sometimes he wants to climb the mountain, because he can't be with him every day in his present job, and the pain of mutual loss can only be made up slowly in this holiday intimacy.

culture

Fuzhou dialect has been collected by the British Museum. For this reason, the city has launched a campaign to promote Fuzhou dialect, fearing that future generations will have to go to Britain to hear their own dialects. From the standpoint of cultural protection, this practice is quite necessary. For a city with more and more immigrants, the inconvenience is very prominent. The last thing I can't accept is that everyone will try to communicate with you in dialect at the first time. Only when you find that you don't understand dialect will you relax and switch to Mandarin. During the period, I felt like watching a lame drama.

The local opera in Fuzhou is Fujian Opera, which is based in Fuzhou and is also sung in the local dialect. Like many local operas, Fujian opera is struggling, but it relies on the remnants of white-haired and gaunt elderly audiences. The small village where the company is located has simple folk customs. On holidays, the troupe will be invited to set off firecrackers and sing for a few days and nights. People in the village can hum along. Perhaps only in these secluded corners far from the city can drama survive in people's hearts. This reminds me of the Shaanxi opera on the yellow land. Standing in the strong wind, I screamed and echoed in the mountains, which was unforgettable.

Because of historical reasons, Fuzhou, as the earliest city in China to open to the outside world, has always been conservative, and it was in this decade that it really took action. It repeats all the paths of urban reform, hoping to tear down the humble abode and build high-rise buildings, so that light and darkness can blend harmoniously, and therefore it lacks proper planning and a complete construction system. As a result, we often see that some parts of the city have been unzipped, slogans against repeated demolition, serious pollution of inland rivers, and so on. Such incidents are staged in turn every day.

Fuzhou played a disgraceful role in the army of emigrating overseas-smuggling. A friend once joked that Americans don't know Luoyang and Lijiang, and only a few people don't know Fuzhou. Generations of overseas immigrants have accumulated some capital, so they return to their hometown to invest and operate. Quite a few private enterprises are in such a hurry. They don't have a perfect business strategy, a strong corporate culture background, and some are just greedy for profits and investment, so they rarely survive for a long time.

sensitive

Fujian cuisine is one of the eight major cuisines in China, the most famous of which is "Buddha jumping over the wall", and its ingredients are extremely luxurious. Stewed with more than 20 kinds of raw materials and ingredients such as shark's fin, sea cucumber, chicken, tendon, scallop, mushroom, abalone, bamboo shoots and pigeon eggs. Its special and strong fragrance lures monks who are vegetarian but don't eat meat to smell it and come over the wall. Hence the name. Juchunyuan restaurant in the city is famous for this dish, and other restaurants, large and small, have this dish, but the materials are very different and can't be compared. When he met Fuchu, he asked about this dish and said he wanted to try it himself. When I found the information and sent it to him, he sighed and refused to eat it. Because it is a famous dish, the price is too high for most people to bear, and we have to make an appointment a few days in advance, so most of us eat the dish with this name and don't know its real taste.

Compared with the noble Buddha jumping over the wall, other foods are much closer. Some snacks have penetrated into people's daily life, which can be seen by gestures. I also checked the information and knew that all my daily contacts belonged to the category of Fuzhou food culture. For example, "Ding Riyou" meat floss, "Big World" roasted olives, Taxiang fish balls, noodles, Taiping meat swallows, Tai Chi taro paste, pot paste, light cakes and so on are all common people's delicacies. The origin of light cake is worth mentioning: during Jiajing period of Ming Dynasty, Qi Jiguang was ordered to fight against Japanese invaders in Fujian, and Fuzhou people baked a cake-like food with flour and a little salt. In order to carry it conveniently, it is put on with bittern grass with holes in the middle and hung around the necks of soldiers of Qijiajun. Later, in order to commemorate Qi Jiguang's anti-Japanese war, people called this kind of cake "light cake".

When it comes to food, it reminds me of the Taiwan Province Food Festival, which was very popular a while ago. The so-called Taiwan Province cuisine is mostly handed down from Fujian. Like ordinary noodles, they can sell a bowl of noodles for 20 yuan, and asparagus candy is valuable after being pinched by people in Taiwan Province Province. I am mixed in the turbulent flow of people, tasting my own snacks, paying several times the price, very dizzy. The importance of packaging, the guidance of the government, the publicity of public opinion and the formation of brands have really taught each of us a lesson, which cannot but make people think deeply. Hearing the old people living overseas exclaim that fish balls and pot edges lead them to their hometown like thin lines, they can't help but feel ashamed of their support for the so-called Taiwan Province cuisine.

think

I really want to express my love for this city. After all, I will stay here for quite a long time, and maybe I will spend my old age here. And my dislike of this city, like silk, is hard to break. I have always said that this city has no characteristics, no cultural background and no heavy cohesion. As a member of the city, I didn't fulfill any responsibility to the city, only taking and not giving. During the selection of civilized cities, my husband and I took our son around by bike. When we passed a tunnel, our son jumped down and pointed at us and said, civilized cities are destroyed in your hands! We laughed. In those days, we used this sentence as a warning to correct our words and deeds from time to time, but after a long time, everyone forgot.