Guo Jinshuan

Guo Jinshuan | You Gu Yan Hua Xiang

This is a place with a long history and culture and touching legends. There are countless ancient celebrities such as Wang Xizhi, Fan Chengda, Lu You and so on who have left their footprints here.

Step into the painting country next to the Oujiang River, take a walk and pat, look east and west, and find many interesting playthings, including elegant celadon, bamboo weaving with classic skills, and small dolls in various shapes. The brand names of the most interesting shops, such as "I live in seclusion", "Guyan Kiln" and "There is a room in Zhi" ... Each shop is an ancient attic, which has become very exquisite after being carefully dressed by the owner, and the whole street is full of artistic atmosphere. It is really a paradise for painters and painters. In front of a house stood a pot of beautiful trees with green leaves and crystal clear, feeling an extraordinary ancient village style.

dagangtou town has simple folk customs, fresh countryside, natural simplicity, elegance and beauty. The charming green water and green hills, the long and narrow quiet ancient streets, the busy quays, and the ancient weir with thousands of years' remains are scattered among them. Tourists walk in the blend of simplicity and art, like crossing the tunnel of ink and wash, light and shadow, and freeze into a beautiful moment with the sail of pavilion water port. The villagers gave her a name of Jing Ya-Ancient Weir Painting Country. Walking all the way along the Tongji ancient canal, on one side, the lake is full of yiyi and reeds, on the other side, there are many old houses and shops, feeling the quiet and romantic scenery in this remote place, and my heart is very bright and quiet.

but the excitement is not here yet! Just as we were walking along the winding and chic lakeside cloister, there stood a sign beside a simple and quaint pavilion, on which was written a brief introduction to the life of Tang Xianzu, a great dramatist of the Ming Dynasty. After reading it carefully, we realized that this great writer of ancient and modern times had worked as an official in Chuzhou, now Lishui. This surprise is not small.-The reverence caused by this accident is incomparable to the eyes brought by the prosperity of business! What's more, there are statues of He Lian, the prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda, a great poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and Liu Tingji, a cabinet secretary in the Qing Dynasty. They all worked as parents in Lishui. It's really amazing that Lishui, a far-reaching area, can attract these great people to stop. In this way, we lingered in the simple and primitive village houses, bathed in the Millennium just visiting, and felt peaceful and quiet in our hearts.

Before you know it, you have reached the source of the ancient weir-the source of the weir. A tall wooden pavilion stands in front of my eyes, and Tongji Weir's three-character writing is mellow and refreshing, which seems to reflect each other with the roaring river sound under the pavilion, telling a long story from ancient times to the present. Standing on Tongji dam, looking around, Songyin stream is coming out from the layers of mountains and forests, with green hills and sparkling water, which is a charming scenery under the vast sky! When the water flows under Tongji Dam, it has changed from a quiet and gentle little girl to a big white tiger with a bloody mouth. Although people are on it, they are still very scared! Looking at the rushing water, winding into the distance, thinking that it has been irrigating farmland for more than 15 years, I can't help but feel a cloud of smoke rising in my heart. On the front side of the dam bridge, two statues are standing quietly. They are the founders of this ancient canal arch dam, and their achievements are really great! I quickly took a photo with the statue to express my reverence.

An ancient ship from many-hued is moored in the lane, witnessing the wind and rain erosion and going through many vicissitudes. The oars at the stern have been corroded clean, and the old boatman has polished the rudder with his hand. Several tourists stopped their gentle steps and sat around the ancient ship, laughing and laughing. In the depth of time, the woman who was so calm leaned on the edge of the boat with her oil umbrella in her hand, took a photo, held a lotus fragrance in her arms, and let the faint life pass slowly like a stream. Ancient camphor, ferry. Ancient Cinnamomum camphora has been flourishing for thousands of years. Ferry, pedestrians, so quiet. Castle peak is faint, white clouds are lingering, a gravel road passes through the village, the Oujiang River is clear, and the ancient weir paints the countryside like a dream ...

In early summer, the wind is crisp and the sparkling Oujiang River is soft, and the vibrato blows a rustling sound on the banjo, like the gentle sound of flowing water swaying in an instant. It was a wonderful afternoon, such an afternoon, such a place, you and I, stopping at this dreamland. Dear, this situation will only happen when you are young ... For you, you come from the southwest border of the motherland and come thousands of miles away. As the saying goes, it's a pleasure to have friends from afar. It is also said that to understand a place, we must first understand the landscape there, just like to understand a woman, we must first understand her temper and customs. You don't know the landscape here, and you don't know me, but you are here. Accompanied by you, I walked onto this ancient waterfront street, which was once prosperous during the Republic of China, and now it is full of fashion elements. I slowly wandered around, stopped and saw a lot of oil paintings, and sometimes I saw students smearing them on the spot. In fact, I don't understand painting, and I don't quite understand the charm of painting. I just understand that its meaning is not just the simplicity of a town or village, but the personality culture derived from it.

Walking in the gallery, consider yourself as a scholar who walked through this village. Let this beautiful and quiet scenery and simple and peaceful people warm me like a trickle, attract you, and make each other's mood as beautiful as poetry and as bright as painting. "Shui Miao Mountain grew up in Gangtou, and the passengers in the Millennium are empty. Wu Tiankuo in Wan Li, Pingchuan, and a line of gulls and herons painted all over the building ",I feel the same way. I don't know if it is poetry that touched me or I am among them. Good people, the sky is beautiful, this breeze, this weather, and we are really comfortable. There is a fresh breath in the air, and this wind can really hook people's feelings? Really! Sitting on the steps, the microwave impresses the thoughts to the fullest, which makes the feelings of thinking spread.

A swimming boat came against the current, and the water waves were long, and the tourists cheered. Watching the fishing boat float and swimming in the clear river, will you be a free fish? At this time, wandering around, I want to drink a cup of turbid wine and a cup of fragrant tea, intoxicated by the leisurely Oujiang River and the majestic Qingshan Mountain, so that the noise of the city and the complexity of the world can be far away, and my mind can get a moment's peace. Look at the years flowing on the pages of red notes, the clouds are rolling and the flowers are falling until the end of time. The deep feeling can travel through a thousand years-the mind follows the sound of nature and indulges in the wonderful dreamland. Please take a deep breath, please take away the fresh air and all these beautiful memories ...

Turn into an alley, and an ancient house in the Qing Dynasty looks antique, as if it were going back in time. In the brick-wood structure and hard-hilltop-style "Nanshan Yingxiu" residence in Qing Dynasty, exquisite wood-carved windows and rafters, quaint stone threshold ground and an old fisherman leaning on a recliner with bare arms to read books kept my shutter open. It was really a school of Oujiang fishermen who were full of wild interests. From time to time, there are one or two bamboo rafts, creaking and sculling, passing by, from far to near, green bamboo, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return, a gorgeous silver fish, very fine, "shout", jumped out of the net, the water waves rolled, and fled, silently. Blue sky and white clouds are reflected in a pool of clear water, which is refreshing and a natural scroll of ink and wash!

This waterway is the eye between the ancient weir and the hometown of painting. Tell people that the ancient weir and the hometown of painting once had the ancient prosperity of competing with Qian Fan. Now, after Qian Fan, it is calm and quiet to wash away the lead; Mountains and water, humanity and nature, history and reality meet here, which makes it rich, charming and exquisite.

On the shore, facing the wind, I tread lightly on the cobblestone-covered path, and waves of fresh flowers and fragrance are fragrant. "osmanthus fragrance!" Someone is surprised. Rows of layered, lush trees, a lush, deep and dense bamboo forest, listening to the moans of happy birds and the sound of swaying leaves. Feeling the quiet wind and moon in this remote place, my heart is very bright and quiet. Step into the promenade that meanders back and forth, strewn at random and chic, look at the water by the railing and choose a chair to sit in. We passed by the long covered bridge, where three or two tourists sat and chatted. There are lovers on the banks of the reeds, and couples of young lovers are walking hand in hand as promised.

There are also some homestays sandwiched in the street, with interesting names, such as "only one room" and "tea bubble with flowers", etc., but the door is closed or unattended, and a sign is hung at the door: Reservation only. There are only a few restaurants when you walk to the corner of the ancient street. There is a "double-shaded pavilion" at Gujiekou, which seems to be some years old. Together with the ancient camphor tree beside the pavilion, it tells the story of the past to the people who take a nap in the pavilion. Riverside Ancient Street in Huaxiang still basically preserves the old architectural features of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. It was built along the river, with a length of about 8 meters and a width of 4 or 5 meters. The shops on both sides are double-storey buildings with wooden structures, with storefronts at the bottom and accommodation at the top. In addition to wine shops, inns and local products, there are more works of art and galleries. Firms with strong artistic flavor, such as "Art Jiangnan", "Black Coffee Knight", "Mustard Garden Painting Academy" and "Making tea and other flowers", have added a bit of Chinese and Western cultural atmosphere to the ancient street. Visitors can smell the fragrance of calligraphy and painting, taste a cup of coffee, find a quiet and leisurely place, and bring a pot of clouds and water to meditate.

at the east end of the ancient street is the Gudu Wharf in Huaxiang, a double-shade pavilion built in the late Qing Dynasty. "One pavilion keeps the ancient charm, and the double-shade fragrant camphor tree" is named after two thousand-year-old camphor trees next to it. On one side of Linjiang, there is a waterfront corridor about 3 meters long, and there are many berthing docks, next to which are wooden buildings with high wall foundations, mostly cobblestones, which are simple and simple and unique. The riverside port used to be full of sailboats, cargo ships, passenger ships, fishing boats, bamboo rafts and so on, and the scenery was picturesque. Zhu Xiaotang, a poet in Chuzhou (formerly known as Lishui) in the Qing Dynasty, praised the poem "Da Gang Tou Chun Wang": "Nandagangtou in Yuxie Village, the sunset tower is hidden by the lake." Overlooking the river, there are five or six small sailboats standing side by side in a row, as if they are about to set off for a long voyage. Although this is a prop for photography and sketching, the breeze is blowing, the white sails are swaying, and ripples appear in the river, which is somewhat reserved and elegant. I have been in that era of horses and chariots and letters, and time has slowed down.

the south bank of Oujiang River is the hometown of painting. In fact, the hometown of painting is an ancient street, next to the bank of the Oujiang River, sucking the water of the Oujiang River day and night, so it has a kind of smart and delicate, just like a small pearl, shining between the green mountains and green waters in this area. In recent years, with the rise of the tourism industry, the renovation of ancient houses, and the arrival of a number of calligraphers of painting clubs, the whole street is full of artistic atmosphere, which is really a paradise for painters and calligraphers. Walking in the gallery with my wife and children, shuttling among people, breathing the fragrance of books and precious ink, I really have an impulse to stay here forever!

In the early morning, I "returned" to my hometown from my dream. In the dense mist, I was immersed in a wisp of literary atmosphere and immersed in an inch of leisure time. A long scroll of light and refreshing ink and wash landscapes was gradually spread out: simple and quiet, suitable for shades, full of water and rhyme; Dock, flowing water, white sails, ancient trees, pavilions and wine flags are wrapped around the homes of water people. Holding a pen full of inkstone ink, splashing ink and capitalizing, always can't outline the leisure of this quiet ancient street with deep feelings; Facing the water and leaning against the window to express my feelings, my thoughts are barren, and it is difficult to describe the beauty of this misty water town.

In this situation, I used to feel the beauty of Jing Ya in the water town with a sleepless night. With an indifferent, clean and undying state of mind, I am immersed in my tender heart and entangled in the sleepless moonlight. Ink town, beautiful and romantic, always as sweet and warm as first love; The ancient weir painted the hometown, Tao ran was infatuated, and suddenly felt away from the feeling of rolling red dust. Humming a song "Lishui Daoqing", tasting a new tea, crossing a thousand-year dream, brewing an altar of "green wine" soaked with years of wind and frost, drinking 3 cups with you, and being drunk for generations ...