On Song Jianhu's Prose

I often pass by the Song Jianhu Lake, enjoying the green willows and purple swallows in spring, pink pears in misty rain, lotus dragonflies in summer, fish and shrimp of wild birds, maple, apricot, yellow and white flowers in autumn, and dancing clear water. When these beautiful scenes are enchanting, just like my first lover, I have never dared to make her coquettish or touch her charm.

After the solstice of winter, I found leisure in the afternoon sunshine. I drove east to Song Jianhu, ten kilometers away, and wanted to enjoy her winter scenery again.

Songjian Lake is located in Yaoguan Town, southeast of Changzhou, about 5 kilometers long from north to south and 3 kilometers long from east to west, with an existing water surface of more than 4,000 mu. It looks like a warm jade clasp adorning the chest of Dragon City, and a huge gem is embedded in the east of Yaoguan Town.

Song Jianhu Lake, formerly known as Linjin Lake, was originally a low-lying swamp area when the Yangtze River Delta was formed. During the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty, Song Wendi and Liu Yilong led ministers of civil and military affairs to hunt here. When they saw a swamp, they ordered a radical cure, built a lake to expand the soil, and made it a fertile soil for generations to come. This also makes Songjian Lake the second largest freshwater lake among the four great lakes in Longcheng (Gehu Lake, Songjian Lake, Yanghu Lake and Changdang Lake). The fish and shrimp in the lake are delicious, there are many tender water plants and diverse birds. So Song Jianhu is also called Song Jianhu.

On the south bank of Songjian Lake, there used to be an ancient stone arch bridge, which was called Qingcheng Bridge because it was located on a river called Qingcheng Market Town. It has a large and small hollow, the bridge body is steep and towering, the upper bridge is expected to have white clouds in the south, and the lower bridge can see the ancient charm of the ancient town (today, many bamboo and wood buildings are still telling the charm of the past). Standing on the bridge, leaning against the railing and looking north, the blue waves are rippling and sparkling; Looking south, the jade belt flutters and the silver dragon flies south. Listen to frog drums in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn and snow dances in winter. Qingcheng Bridge, where the rainbow floats on Qingcheng River, is made of white stone, with only a yellowish stone, but this seemingly indecent Yellowstone is the only one that puts mysterious white gauze on Qingcheng Bridge.

It is that piece of Yellowstone that has a smooth and round hole in which lives a jade snail who has practiced for thousands of years. Whenever the night is clear and the moon is white, it will become a beautiful woman and come to the lake of Song Jian. Because of her existence, the land of Qingcheng is in good weather every year, and the harvest is in sight. However, one day a Jiangxi man came to Qingcheng, and he discovered the secret, so he caught the jade snail with magic. Since then, the fertile land of Qingcheng has often caused floods.

There used to be a Qingcheng Temple by the Qingcheng River, formerly known as Qingcheng Temple. The founder of this Buddhist temple is one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty (as famous as Yang Jiong and Lu). Wang Luobin has a clever mind and has been very literary since he was a child. At the age of seven, he blurted out: "Goose, Goose, Goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, red palm playing clear waves." This well-known ode to the goose is still known to women and children. He later wrote "A Political Prisoner Listening to Cicada", which is even better than before, taking cicada as a metaphor, cicada as a metaphor for himself, taking love as a matter, and placing profound hopes on it. The cicada people merged into one group, expressing the poet's sadness that he was noble but "honored by the times": "The cicada in the west is singing, and the guests in the south are thinking deeply ..."

According to legend, in 684 AD, because of dissatisfaction with the rule of Wu Zetian, who changed the Tang Dynasty to Zhou Dynasty, Wang, together with Li, an assassin in Meizhou at that time, set out to crusade against Wu Zetian in order to restore the Tang Dynasty. Unexpectedly, when the army went to Yangzhou today, a traitor appeared in the army, killed Li and chased the king. King Robin jumped into the Yangtze River in a panic, was rescued by a ship, and fled to Qingcheng by Songjian Lake. When he saw the scenic Songjian Lake, he built a temple and became a monk. However, he still reported his long-cherished wish to restore the Tang Dynasty to help Li and sweep away the dust, so he named the Zen Temple Temple Temple. However, a few years later, Wang Luobin died in Chen Qing Temple.

With the passage of time, Song Jian Lake rippled until the end of the Northern Song Dynasty. One day, another emperor, Song Gaozong, was welcomed to the ancient Song Jianhu Lake. Zhao Gou, who lost power and humiliated the country, came to the temple of Chen Qing surrounded by a group of old ministers. He saw Han Shizhong, a general, constantly practicing the water army in Song Jianhu, standing on the south bank of the Grand Canal to stop the troops of Jin Wushu from going south. Meanwhile, Yue Fei, who is loyal to serving his country, was stationed in Yancheng Park today, so he got up the courage to live in Chen Qing Temple. For a time, Chen Qing Temple became a temporary palace and a temporary "headquarters". It was his arrival that renamed Chen Qing Temple Qingcheng Temple, and it was also because of his stay that Yuanguan on the west side of Qingcheng Temple got the royal place name.

It is said that one night in Zhao Gou, he woke up and suddenly found that the west of Qingcheng Temple was red. He panicked and thought it was a phone call from a nomad. He quickly shouted "help!" When the guard arrived, he quickly told him, "That's kiln light!" " It turns out that the west is now the location of Yaoguan Town. At that time, a large number of bricks and tiles were produced. Every night, kiln lamps were everywhere, which dyed the whole sky red. After understanding, Zhao Gou pretended to be calm and even said four words: "Oh, kiln light, kiln light, kiln light ..." So this place has the name kiln light. Later, people abandoned the word "kiln" and changed the word "kiln"; The word "light" was unlucky, so it was changed to "view", so the place name "Yuanguan" came into being.

On the north bank of Song Jian Lake, adjacent to the present Zhongwu Landscape Avenue, there is an ancient castle, the layout of which is similar to the three-wall structure of Sanjiang that flooded the city in the Spring and Autumn Period 2,500 years ago. With the help of the barrier of the Grand Canal, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. This is wisdom. It is said that Han Shizhong practiced the water army.

Not far from this old castle, there is a half-opened Yangquan. Spring water gurgles out all the year round and meanders into Songjian Lake. Drinking well water at first feels a little cold, and then it feels slightly hot and mellow.

There are still many historical sites on the North Shore, including the tomb of Zhou Liangqing Chu Shi, the ancestor of Premier Zhou Enlai, the boarding place where Su Dongpo, a great writer of the Northern Song Dynasty, visited Song Jianhu, Xigou Wharf, and the Cowherd Temple full of sad love stories. It is said that the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl happened here. ...

On the east bank of Songjian Lake, there is an oasis with arms crossed in the middle of the lake. The water there is beautiful, cool and simple. Boil into a teacup, full but not overflowing. It is also a good place for people to have an outing.

Although Songjian Lake has been swallowed up by artificial whales twice and continuously eroded, many places still maintain the original ecological style and features, and it is a 3a-level tourist scenic spot. In recent years, the government has planned and developed a park with Jiangnan characteristics-An Deyu, which is located in the middle of the lake and is an excellent choice for tourists and residents to play and rest.

Approaching An Deyu, a one-person-tall cuboid boulder lies across the door. The bronzed "An Deyu" sparkled in the sun, and a sword-shaped feldspar on the left head soared into the sky. Walking down the stairs, a four-story waterfall appeared in front of us, forming a beautiful melody with the sound of spewing spring water, which set each other off. The next scene is a pool of moist jade and emerald green water plants. Judging from the remaining leaves and stems, the spring and summer here used to be the waters where lotus flowers lived together. During meditation, the water on the two banks spouted out tall fountains almost at the same time, just like two rows of Yushu suddenly appeared in front of me. In an instant, the green on the water surface boiled.

As soon as I stepped on the steps and turned around, I saw a bridge flying over the rippling lake, thus connecting the shore island. In the middle of Gao Qiao, an antique pavilion stands tall. From a distance, I can see four big green characters written on the lintel of the pavilion: Take a hundred steps to get happiness. Needless to say, it means that the bridge made of white marble is only a hundred steps away, and it also means that it is only a hundred steps away from one shore to the other. Standing in the pavilion, looking north, in the vast smoke, an island with green trees floating on the water and birds flying. There are classical buildings in the south of the Yangtze River with white walls and black tiles on the west bank, and the winding plank roads and waterside pavilions along the coast add to the charm of those houses. To the south of the bridge is an open water surface. From time to time, there are some waterfowl, which make the calm river ripple, and the sunshine is like a satin wrinkle, emitting sparkling light. Looking east, it is an island in the middle of the lake, with green willows hanging down. Although there are only a few camellias in winter, the whole island is still green.

Turning around and getting off the bridge, three paths appeared head on. Just to the east is a path leading to the cherry blossom forest, and to the northeast is a water plank road. Because there is a pavilion on the west side, which has a colorful ancient rhyme and looks beautiful, I plunged into it. The dense branches of a weeping willow not only blocked the lake like a curtain, but also covered the lintel of the pavilion. When I strolled to the east of the pavilion, I saw it called "Listening to the Lotus Pavilion". I couldn't help looking around until I landed on the lake on the north side. On the lake, there are many withered lotus leaves, broken lotus handles and upside-down lotus leaves, each of which is staring at its black reflection in the water. At first glance, it is a dense ink painting scroll, quietly spread on the lake.

Lotus color is desirable, lotus fragrance can be heard, and lotus rhyme can be tasted. What does it mean just by listening to the name of lotus?

Or dancing in the breeze, the withered lotus leaves rustle with each other at once, and the lotus seeds in the swaying lotus leaves make a deep crash. Those broken handles have been hanging in the lake, causing ripples and splashing subtle sounds ... I finally understand the source of the pavilion name. I think, if it is spring and summer when I come to this endless lotus lake, the lotus leaves will be infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers will be of different colors, fluctuating in the wind, dripping in the rain, and birds flying like fish diving, how can they not play the sound of nature? Listening to the rain under the lotus, the fragrance in the wind is wonderful.

Continue northbound, give up the sunny lawn and pass the concierge of the lakeside farm. In my mind, there are always other ways to get into the village. I only glanced at the old gravel road, with tall trees planted on both sides-poplars known as the men of the north. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there are slightly deciduous trees, indicating that it is the end of winter. Occasionally, there are sparse bamboo houses and straw houses dotted among them, and it seems that there are still smoke rising.

There is a towering white marble bridge across the river in the north, which is a stone arch bridge with traditional Jiangnan color. A small river only a few meters wide winds in the north of the farm. The river is crystal clear, and fish can be seen dancing like a warm ribbon, which also shows the peaceful farmhouse atmosphere in Jing Ya.

Looking north, my sight was blocked by a pavilion by the lake and the water. Scarlet color and classical structure quickly took my steps, and I could see the big green word on the lintel from a distance: Deer Shadow Pavilion. On the other side of the rippling blue waves, although all the leaves in Huang Wei have fallen off and the flowers on the top of the tree have fallen into white tidbits, the purple flowers are still here and there, swaying in the air into a dance in the lake, forming a log-colored wall in the lake. It is not difficult to imagine that if spring and summer come, this lake will be a jade lake.

Just when I wanted to bypass the pavilion, I bowed my head and chose the path. I can't help but give a cry. A sculptural buffalo is coming at me, its head is lower than its knees, and its two sharp horns are pushing me. That posture and eyes are the cows in front of the matador's red cloth, which scared me to retreat a few steps instinctively. When I was relatively calm, I nervously walked to the explanation board in front of it: Taurus came out of the water.

This sculpture tells me an ancient legend: in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there was a magical cow in this lake area, which often appeared in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Every time it comes out of the water, the lake will split in two in an instant and fall like an arrow to eat a strange silk grass on the shore. Another day, I was discovered by a treasure hunter from Jiangxi, so I bought a farmer's mortar with silk grass at a high price. The owner who didn't know the truth actually scrubbed the mortar clean, waiting for the buyer who left the money to pick it up. I didn't expect the buyer to shout, "What a pity! Unfortunately! " Seeing that the silk grass had died, Jiangxi people told the story: he didn't want to buy an old stone mortar, but wanted to lure the golden bull in the lake. Now that Sicao is dead, I don't want the deposit. Say that finish clap bottom and left. The farmer felt strange. At midnight, he picked up the dead silk grass and now came to my feet to try it. Unexpectedly, shortly after he came here, the clouds blocked the moon's face, and the golden light in the lake flashed and split in half with a bang. A Taurus swooped ashore, scaring the farmer to hide at home and watch the Taurus run west. According to witnesses at that time, Jinniu ran to Niupao Town today and then hid in the soil. According to the introduction on the tablet, this magical cow later caused a legend in Niu Ben Town, but the author is unknown and can't talk nonsense.

Perhaps my cry just now disturbed the heron birds in the east pond. The elegant posture and white feathers really have the charm of swans. So I wandered to the pond with a mirror. Before I stood firm, I saw several waterfowl swish into the water and surfaced from time to time, as if to see if I was hostile. When they found that my hand had nothing, they began to swim slowly on the water. It turns out that the lake area here is divided into dozens of fish ponds, large and small, which are embedded in the east bank of Songjian Lake like broken diamonds in the sun.

I don't like fishing and I didn't expect those quiet fishermen on the shore. I just walked south along the winding forest path. Less than 500 meters, the road bends and endless reeds appear in front of you. Two rows of lush camphor trees are like the turquoise edges of Huang Chengcheng, and the sleeves of reeds thrown in the air generally fluctuate in the breeze. The yellow world seems to be dead, but when you are not near it, you will find it full of vitality, dancing sparrows, dancing wax mouths, and the singing of wild thrush ... such a lush reed, not to mention the rainy season in Chun Lv every year, even the morning fog or night dew will cover it with a veil, blurring its ancient and modern legends. A winding plank road winds through reeds and walks on it, Saibi Wonderland.

Dark willows are bound to blossom. Just when you feel difficult to fall, the sun suddenly hangs in the open space. The blue sky is low and the white clouds are white, as if talking to the lake. Through the tall bamboo gatehouse, you can see a wooden bridge towering over the crystal clear river. The Bund with Jiangnan charm can be said to be a bamboo world: clusters of phoenix tails, lush and jade-like, and even those houses and toilets are surrounded by green bamboo. The sparse courtyard faces the lawn or the door faces the clear water, and the back of the house is full of all kinds of bamboo, which shows the hobbies and habits of Jiangnan people who would rather eat without meat or bamboo, and also brings us into the ancient village.

When I looked down from the bamboo shoots, I found that the names of four kinds of flowers, such as jasmine, rose, clove and lily, were written on the lintels of four independent bamboo-walled grass houses in front of me, which were soft and dazzling. After a little thinking, I realized that the lakeside farmhouse here can fish in front of the court, pick pears in the back, dig bamboo shoots in the east and pick vegetables in the west ... I am thirsty for tea in the lake well, tired of life on bamboo beds, and tired of inner peace and freshness. This is indeed a benefit.

Bypass the bamboo building, walk in the green bamboo path and unconsciously step on the trestle on the lake. Just crossing the reeds overhead, I set foot on the clear waves of the lake. Green money lotus and pine needle grass make the lake look like spring. In the middle of this water plank road, there is a pavilion (water pavilion) flying in the air, looking at the sunset and Xiahong Lake in the west, with the green embellishment behind it.

Walking on this winding plank road, it goes straight to the entrance where I came in. It seems to tell you a legend about the origin of Song Jianhu in Sunset Red: Ji Zha, the monarch, was repeatedly courted, and Emei went to Qi. When he traveled in Xu Guo, he found that Xu Wang, who had washed away the dust, took a fancy to his sword at the banquet, so he promised to give it to Xu Wang, but as a special envoy, he must wear it as usual. But when he sent the sword to Xu Wang, he found that Xu Wang was dead, sacrificed in front of the grave, and the sword hung on the buried tree. Suddenly, the wind and rain suddenly broke out, and the sword was unsheathed, like a rainbow flying to the south of the misty rain, and falling into Song Jianhu, becoming the treasure of Zhenhu. So Song Jianhu is also called "Send Sword Lake".

Coincidentally, there is also a legend that Song Jianhu is a sword-sending lake: two male and female pythons in Kunshan are transformed into two enchanting lotus flowers, tempting superstitious people to become immortals. Later, it was discovered by Changzhou magistrate, who killed the male python with a peach wooden sword and changed the lake to "send Hu Xian". Who knows that the female python turned into a beautiful woman, entered the palace and charmed the emperor, asking Changzhou prefect to take medicine wholeheartedly. Changzhou prefect played along, secretly carrying a peach sword and beheading a female python. The emperor ordered the prefect to send peach wooden swords into the lake, so that the lake monsters could live forever, and named the lake "Sword Sending Lake".

Just like the endless lake in front of us, there are many legends about Song Jianhu, which are sad, tragic, lingering, beautiful and countless. If you are interested, you might as well go to Song Jianhu, where there will be beautiful scenery you like and appreciate the charm of this Song Jianhu, which still retains its original style.

When leaving the park gate, I heard several retired people talking: In order to protect this "virgin lake", the government has decided to turn Songjian Lake into a 7.5-square-kilometer wetland park, returning farmland to the lake, returning fishing to the lake, returning the city to the lake, restoring the original appearance of the lake and making it an original ecological tourist area like west taihu lake.