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"Sunrise on Mount Tai" by Xu Zhimo>

We can see the sun on the top of Mount Tai. It is not a surprise for those who are sailing across the sea to see the sun rising from the horizon;

And I personally have experienced the incomparable sunset colors across rivers, seas and the Indian Ocean. But when watching the sunrise on a high mountain top, especially on the top of Mount Tai, our insatiable curiosity naturally longs for a special realm, different from that on the plains or at sea. Sure enough, when we first woke up, the sky was still dark, the west was livid, the east was a little white, and the universe was just - as

old words can be used to describe it - -The whole body is vast and gray. But this is the rough impression I had when I felt the strong dawn cold and my sleepy eyes were not very awake

. When I looked back carefully, I couldn't help but scream loudly - because in front of me was a realm I had never seen before.

It turns out that the work of the storm last night turned into a vast sea of ??clouds. Except for Riguan Peak and the Jade Emperor Summit where we are located, the east, west, north and south are just covered with diffuse clouds. Before the morning sun appears, they look like countless thick and velvety velvets.

< p>Sheep, sleeping with their necks crossed, their curled ears and curved horns vaguely identifiable. At that time, in this vast sea of ??clouds, I stood alone

on the misty island, and had a strange fantasy -

My body grew infinitely, The mountains under my feet are just a fist stone in proportion to my stature; this giant is wearing hair, and his long hair is like a big black flag in the wind, rustling. This giant stands on the top of the earth, facing the east

with a pair of long arms spread out, looking forward to, welcoming, urging, and calling silently; worshiping and praying.

I am shedding tears - I am shedding hot tears that I have not seen for a long time but will soon see the interaction of sorrow and joy...

These tears are not shed in vain, and this silent prayer is not without a response.

The giant’s hand points to the east——

What is revealed in the east?

The east is filled with magnificent colors, and the east is full of great and universal light. It has arrived, it is here...

Rose juice, grape pulp, bauhinia liquid, agate essence, frost Maple leaves - a large number of dyers working at the bottom of the layered clouds;

Countless meandering ichthyosaurs climbed into the pale clouds.

The brilliance of one side has lifted away the sleepiness in the sky and awakened the bright glow in the four corners -

The bright horse is galloping enthusiastically...

The sea of ??clouds is also alive; the waves that have matured into animal shapes have resumed their great roaring, raising their heads and wagging their tails towards us towards the dew

The green steamed bun-shaped island washes away, stirring up The foam and waves on the four banks shook the floating reef of life, seeming to report the arrival of light and joy...

Look to the east again - the Haiju warriors have swept away Overcoming his obstruction, the sparrow-like golden clouds emerged from the boundless shoulders and spread out on the edge of the earth. Get up...get up...hard, hard. The round head of the pure flame leaped out of the horizon, exploring again and again.

It climbed onto the back of the clouds and shone in the sky...

Sing and praise, this is The resurrection of the East, this is the victory of light...

The giant who spreads blessings, his figure spreads across the boundless sea of ??clouds, and has gradually disappeared into the universal joy;

< p>Now his powerful singing voice of praise has spread to all directions in the changing sunset...

Listen to this pervasive joy; look at this universal light!

The Soul of Hometown

Feng Jicai

一

If you grow up in your hometown, it goes without saying that you feel nostalgic and carefree; It's just the hometown of your elders, but you were born in a different place. Your impressions and emotions about it are all indirectly obtained from your elders. How does this hometown feel to you?

A few years ago, I was invited to go south to visit famous historical cities with several writers. According to the arrangement of the host, I passed through Ningbo for one day. As soon as the car entered Ningbo, everyone was still chatting in hip-hop, but I remained silent. I pressed my face against the car window and looked hard at the scenery outside, eager to catch something so that I could connect with my hometown in my heart. Only then did I realize that my hometown in my heart was empty. I had doubts about myself. Why didn’t I respond to the birthplaces of my grandfather and father?

But it turned out to be just a symbol for me - my place of origin.

I am not "going back" to my hometown, but "coming" to my hometown for the first time. Why is it that when I return to my hometown, my hometown is gone? I long to embrace and communicate with my hometown, but I don’t know how to connect with the emotions of my hometown. It's like a piano is sitting there, who is going to play it and how to play it?

Two

I got off the car and walked on the street. As soon as I heard the Ningbo dialect spoken by passers-by, I felt an unexpected sense of intimacy that penetrated my heart, dispelling the strangeness that made me confused.

I am stupid and never learned Ningbo dialect from my grandfather and father. But this unique local accent seems to be the folk songs of my hometown that are often on their lips, accompanying me in my childhood and youth. At that time, especially the grandparents who came to visit my grandfather, most of them used this kind of language to talk to my grandfather.

My father usually speaks Mandarin, but at this time he also joined in the conversation with this strange accent, as if he deliberately didn't want me to understand. I was so angry that I pursed my lips in protest. Those grandpas and grandmas would tell me jokes to tease me, but they still spoke that difficult-to-understand Ningbo dialect... These words that used to make me angry and hateful, why did it seem like a spell in magic at this moment, all of a sudden the vague words... The past, the old feelings that have never been extinguished, the living feelings for my grandfather and father, are all summoned back, and are they revived realistically and picturesquely?

At Tiantong Temple, an old master told us about the extraordinary experience of this ancient temple. His authentic Ningbo accent made me feel like I didn't understand Arabic at all, so I had the opportunity to take a closer look at this master's appearance, and I found that he looked very much like my grandfather: clothed in cloth and stockings, thin body, kind-faced and kind-hearted, especially There is a slightly raised tip in the center of Guangguang's head. The big men in the north have shaved heads, with sharp edges and corners, round and flat. After the Ningbo people rest on their heads, this sharp point is revealed in the center of the head, which is bright and green, as if it reveals the clever aura of the mountains and rivers here. I closed my eyes and felt it again. It was like my grandfather was sitting there talking!

My grandfather liked to eat in small bowls and plates made of thin porcelain. He suffered from diabetes in his later years and had to fry rice in an iron pot before cooking it. He never asked me to eat his rice, because fried rice is less fragrant and less nutritious. Ningbo is near the sea and is experienced in eating seafood. My grandfather's way of eating steamed snails was really unparalleled. He took a full spoonful and turned it over in his mouth a few times. With a squeaking sound of sucking, he spat it out and all the exquisite and exquisite snails were empty shells. Every time I eat snails, my grandfather will always put on an amazing and impressive performance without my invitation. This trick can only be matched by my father's ability to eat fish and spit out their spines. But, grandfather, where are you now? Emotions surged in my heart, and I suddenly opened my eyes, wanting to shout to the old mage: Grandpa!

Strange, my grandfather passed away when I was ten years old. Thirty years have passed. Why do I want to call him so emotionally across the smoke and dust of time?

Have I come to my hometown, or has my hometown quietly entered my heart?

Three

Two years ago, I went to Singapore to judge awards for the "Chinese Literary Camp Golden Lion Literary Award". Suddenly, a dozen elderly Chinese people came to the hotel to visit me. When they met, they first gave me a magazine with the word "Feng" written in capital letters on the cover. It turned out that they were all members of the Feng clan association here. When Chinese people make a living overseas and are alone in need of support, they organize various gatherings of fellow countrymen to support each other and help each other. Whenever people from the same town and clan have problems, they work together to solve them; if people from the same town and clan make achievements, it is considered an honor and they are celebrated together. An elder named Feng said to me: "You are the pride of our Feng family." How much do I feel like I am among my family at this time?

The unfamiliar faces hide distant kindness. Where have I ever been connected to them? Tang and Song Dynasties or Qin and Han Dynasties? I remembered standing by the Yellow River, looking at its misty clouds and shining waves, and imagining its charming source thousands of miles away. People from the same country, same hometown, same skin, and same surname all have a sense of the same origin. People with the same origin must have a different life code hidden in them, and they are mysteriously linked to each other.

I saw the slender, frail, familiar face of an old man sitting next to me. My heart moved and I asked: "Where is your hometown?" "Ningbo." As soon as he spoke, he still said He has a strong local accent. After hearing this, I immediately said: "We were a family five hundred years ago, and my hometown is also Ningbo." He immediately shouted: "We are a family now, we are so close." Then he eagerly asked me about the situation in his hometown.

Thanks to my passing through my hometown the first year and having some knowledge, I was not embarrassed to answer. While listening to me, he suddenly sighed: "Everything is different, different..." Suddenly he stood up impulsively, pointed his hand, and shouted: "That's where my uncle took me to catch fish!" Then he pressed me to tell more details, as if he wouldn't give up until the past happened again.

I was afraid of neglecting the other people sitting there, so I wanted to change the topic, but those people smiled and waved their hands and said, "It's okay, you can tell him more..." They were happy to listen like this. There was a hint of drunkenness on all faces, as if we were sharing a special kind of happiness with this fellow countryman of mine, which was the soothing nostalgia of nostalgia.

This fellow couldn't help but move his chair step by step in front of me, asked questions face to face, and listened hard. It's a pity that I only stayed in my hometown for one day and can't tell more about it. But I found that even when I casually mentioned the names of streets, the styles of old buildings, and the types of vegetables, he regarded them as heavenly tidbits, triggering a string of more questions, exclamations, and exclamations from him. I feel even more the great and magical power of my hometown. It is like a huge magnet, firmly attracting all the people who belong to it. No matter how long or far away from it, it seems that the farther and longer the more irresistible its gravity becomes... When I parted with this foreign Chinese fellow , an apology arose in my heart. I think I should have stayed in my hometown for a few more days that time, for his sake and for my own sake.

1991.4. Tianjin

I only found "Sunrise on Mount Tai" and "Soul of Hometown", which are not bad!