Essay on ancient town

The spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River proudly swept through a city 1. The red leaves at the bottom of the leaves and the flying eaves all flow eastward with the spring water of a river. Look at that red and wet place. Where is the old city?

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Passing through Fenghuang ancient town again, it seems that time flies, and I once again return to the pure land in my dream, a water town with strong local flavor and light water vapor. There is always faint water vapor in the ancient town of Jiangnan in late spring, and there is an inexplicable sadness coming to my mind. In the romance of misty poetry, it is poetic and sad. ...

Every time I meet the lingering rainy season, I always like to board the antique teahouse in Fenghuang Building and ask for a new "Biluochun". Sitting quietly by the window, watching the rain fall on the bluestone board, beating the umbrellas in the hands of passers-by, and listening to the dripping rain, it seems to be a meditation. My thoughts flew back to the Republic of China, to the rainy lane, to that era full of ink and wash, to that era of radical and romantic thoughts, and I remembered Xu Zhimo. I only hope that in my most beautiful years, I will live up to your expectations and think of April in the forest. I also hope that I can find a girl like lilac in the rain like Dai Wangshu.

New tea is always bitter, and a sip will make people feel refreshed. Leaning against the window eaves, wrapped in gentle burnout. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River always makes people sad. Holding the oil-paper umbrella of Fenghuang ancient town, chasing distant memories over and over again along the inky wall, the drizzle fell on the umbrella and slipped down the umbrella bone. In the blend of rain and umbrella, each of them haunts his own breath. There are no people on the road, not even cars. I wonder if the old Fenghuang ancient city was like this?

The old city seems to be an infatuated man who has stood for too long. Time has left a mark on his face, but his heart is still the same. I don't know if the person in my heart will come back smiling in an old cheongsam and sing a yellowed song on a lonely boat outside the city.

Phoenix is like a relic left by time. Maybe time has been forgotten here, or it is like a spell. Only rain can open this seal and give us an ancient dream. Perhaps the ancient town is the time left for us and the opportunity for our mind to catch up with our body. ...

Essays on Ancient Town II

How old is Qianzhan? Into the old street, into the tower garden, into the pawnshop, into Gu's former residence. ...

When I was a child, I only knew that a thousand lights have towers. Looking west, at the edge of my hometown village, I can see the tall spire, standing naked in the distance, standing high in that place like an unopened umbrella. Not only can you see it, but you can see it everywhere, regardless of the southeast and northwest. Later, I learned what a small "Qin Fengta" was for. According to historical records, it is a symbol of navigation in Wusong River and Dianshan Lake.

I used to work in Shipu, and I seldom saw a thousand lamps. Later, I came to work in Qiandeng and walked in the ancient town almost every day. However, I still can't understand how many profound cultural connotations the ancient town of Qiandeng has. Just walking and watching, walking slowly in the street, watching the scenery, it's really a bit antique. Those ancient streets and lanes with original scenery suddenly made me fall in love with this street, this lane, this bridge and this river, which brought people a sense of beauty. Floating from the long Kunqu opera and exquisite silk and bamboo, those aria music spread to people's hearts today and became a historical and cultural heritage, fixed on the historical stage and passed on.

There are thousands of ancient lights, as many ancient houses and classical buildings as there are ancient streets. As long as you carefully look at the distant scenery, the old house with a little taste and the slate laid in the quiet yard, you will have a feeling that the distant years and the profound years have left deep memories for future generations, and what a wonderful vision it is. The dilapidated door and window frames, the immortal Shikumen, and the gray old brick and wood walls are old and powerless. The old man in the house, sitting at the door, is like an ancient statue, staring at every tourist with heavy eyes.

In the ancient town, there are always ancient rivers and bridges. On Shiban Street, there are many different small bridges from south to north, passing through a small bridge of stone structure and coming to the chessboard-style ancient street. A classic culture that crosses ancient and modern times, changes and quietness. Musical shops, calligraphy and painting, and Kunqu Opera all revolve around this square inch. Shuangkou ancient wells and alleys can also show unique and profound cultural heritage. The old house was built by the river, protected by stones from the river, and then by brick walls. At the corner, there is a long veranda sheltered from the wind and rain. In the old days, the beach of a big family enjoyed the unique scenery of the town alone.

After working in local chronicles, I carefully read the ancient Thousand Lights to understand and explore the Thousand Lights culture. The names of some rivers and streets are closely related to the remains of Qiandeng ancient culture. There are deep corridors in streams and alleys. The city is connected to the lane, the lane is around the stream, and the stream is connected to the shore. There is a beautiful legend about the origin of these names. The whole formed a small town, just like a zigzag landscape.

Located at the southern end of Shiban Street, Gu's former residence is a place not to be missed. When you walked into the yard, the bronze statue of Yanwu stood in the middle of the door, watching in awe. Look at that sheep. His famous saying "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world" was shouted here. What is left here is not the scenery, but the dignity of being a man, the patriotic enthusiasm and the encouragement of people's forge ahead and morale. Tourists come here to inherit culture and patriotism. Walking along the former residence, you see another culture. That's where Gu lived since childhood, which condensed the essence of his life. I don't know how profound and mysterious this culture is, but I know he is one of the 72 great men.

Then, I came to the "pawn" courtyard and stepped into this threshold, which suddenly reminded me of the unfathomable retaining wall door, and how many mysteries shrouded people's hearts. A closer look reveals that pawn has existed for hundreds of years. Originally, it was the way of business management, and it was an overwhelming business town. In order to develop tourism, more than 20 families have lived here, and all of them have moved out of the pawn shop. After living for many years, the residents still don't know each other. It is conceivable that the huge Huizhou architecture was so majestic and profound.

Looking at some mottled, worn-out and old walls; Stone steps, revetment and floodplain; Streets, rivers, promenades and courtyards are all landscapes in people's eyes. Due to the development of tourism, some novel classical buildings, promenades and pavilions are all over the scenery of the ancient town. People sit in the pavilion, drinking tea, watching the scenery and listening to the melodious Kunqu opera. Walking young people, from time to time out of the camera, click, click to take pictures of ancient scenery. There are several stone arch bridges and many boats on the tree shop, and people enjoy the best river view tour. A boatswain's folk song came from the stream, and a photographer friend sat at the bow and looked at the scenery carefully and professionally. When he heard the constant click, he only saw that he was absorbed in taking the scenery of the ancient town into his favorite camera. Maybe he would go back and enjoy it quietly.

Of course, when I want to get out of the ancient town, I know there are still many places that I haven't seen enough. Tourism projects are being developed and perfected, so we can only wait until the next arrival to slowly taste the scenery of this ancient town. I have arrived, but I still don't know the mystery of the ancient town. How many cultures here can make you understand the true meaning? Only by reading some ancient things in books can you understand the most convincing value. Walking through those alleys, I have a new vision. In my mind, it's like a scene with a flashing focal plane and a beautiful woman ... where is the beauty of a thousand lights? This is incomprehensible.

Random thoughts on ancient town prose (3)

During the summer vacation, I called on Luzhen, a small town written by Lu Xun. Jiangnan town is no stranger to me, with small bridges and flowing water, the old houses are all skewed, the eaves on both sides are slightly upturned, and the old people and children are sitting in front of the door. There are many bonsai planted on the doorstep and windowsill of the riverside hut, which are full of vitality and show the tenacity and immortality of ancient life.

Walking into the alleys of the ancient city is like walking into history and Lu Xun's novels, giving people a feeling of illusion and reality, and a feeling of experiencing history on the spot with the soul. Lu Xun's hometown has become a unique historical block in the south of the Yangtze River. On both sides of a narrow bluestone road, shops and houses are strewn at random, with white walls and tiles, bamboo doors, Lu Xun's ancestral home, Lu Xun's former residence, Baicaoyuan, San Tan Yin Yue and Xianheng Hotel interspersed among them. The clear river flows in front of the former residence, and the awning boat wobbles and squeaks on the river. This situation can not help but remind people of some characters and scenes written by Lu Xun. Luzhen has become a real place to interpret Luxun, a great writer in modern times, and it is the "treasure of the town hall" in Shaoxing, Zhejiang.

In Luzhen Square paved with bluestone at the mouth of the town, there is a bluestone statue of Mr. Wang. His eyes are like torches and candles shine on everything. There are three "poker fields" in the square, called "Hangpai" in Shaoxing dialect, and a stone archway written by Lu Xun. The Lujia Ancestral Temple, Kuiwen Pavilion and Tugu Temple where Ah Q lived are presented one by one in the novel. Groups of sculptures tell distant stories, and the double-sided stage square located on the central axis allows people to watch social dramas and taste yellow wine here, which reproduces the Shaoxing style described by Lu Xun.

Lu Xun mentioned Lu Zhen for the first time in Kong Yiji, but Lu Zhen could not be found on the map. It is an artistic text summary of his childhood memories in several small towns in his hometown, and a fictional place such as novel blessing, social opera, storm and tomorrow. But this small town has really existed in Lu Xun's heart for a long time (his mother's surname is Lu, so Mr. Li especially likes to use Lu Town as the background of his works). Today, Luzhen is a theme park of a rural town restored by Ke Yan Scenic Spot in Shaoxing according to Mr. Lu Xun's description, which contains the folk customs, architectural charm and natural landscape of the old Shaoxing town, and can be said to be a microcosm of Shaoxing water town.

For the people who lived in Luzhen in the early 20th century, Mr. Wang mostly held the humanistic concern of "mourning their misfortune and angering them". Strolling through the small streets with shops, lanterns hanging high and the fragrance of wine fluttering, you will meet vivid and ill-fated characters in the novel, Ah Q in rags, Xianglinsao with gray hair, Kong Yiji in a gown, and an old lady of nine pounds who talks endlessly ... people can't help but feel excited and sigh, as if immersed in the stormy years. ...

Lu Xun is a writer I like and admire, but I am ashamed. I haven't read many of his works, and I always feel that his articles are too abstruse. I need to meditate and chew slowly to understand the rich connotation. In contrast, I prefer to read Lu Xun's novels and essays, as well as the deep feelings of worrying about the country and the people and hurting the times. Lu Xun's former residence is a bit rigid, and so are all the study rooms, which are far less colorful than Baicaoyuan and Santan Yinyue. Especially the Herb Garden is another vivid scene. Once there, it seems that there will be a lot of childishness and childishness immediately.

Over time, the "three flavors" spirit of "warm clothes, fragrant vegetable roots and long reading taste" has left a deep impression on our brains. In the Herb Garden, there are no purple mulberries, no cicadas in the forest, no pudgy wasps crouching on cauliflower, and no swift call of the son of heaven (lark) who suddenly fled from the grass to the sky. Only the neat green vegetable fields are still vividly displayed in front of us, and only the smooth stone well fence is polished more smoothly and brightly by tourists. In the eyes of Lu Xun when he was a child, the short mud wall around the white grass garden alone aroused infinite interest. I envy Lu Xun when I was a child. I have such a herb garden, playing freely, and listening to the story of "golden mountains filled with water" and "cats and tigers" told by my mother. In the blue night sky, surrounded by a bush, hold your breath and listen to the scene of grasshoppers singing. Where can I find children now? In the process of growing up, if a person lacks the process of letting nature take its course, he will not be healthy and will leave irreparable lifelong regrets.

Luzhen is Mr. Wang's spiritual home and a key for people to interpret Mr. Wang. When we walked into Luzhen, we approached Mr.

People are far away, and the world is cold. The tranquil Lu comforted the longing heart of China people. I think Mr. Wang will live in everyone's memory forever, and his Luzhen has always been remembered and cherished by us.