Cultural Journey Excerpt

Everywhere I go, there is always a heavy historical pressure that covers my whole body, making me moved and sighing for no reason. He often stands there blankly like a fool, sometimes his mind is full of sentences, and sometimes his mind is blank. I stood at the same position where the ancients must have stood, looking at the rarely changed natural landscape with the same dark eyes as my ancestors, listening quietly to the wind and birds that were no different from those thousands of years ago, thinking to myself, The big city where I live has many libraries that store ancient books and universities that teach ancient culture, but the real steps of Chinese culture fall on this vast land with mountains and rivers. The earth is silent. As long as one or two enlightened literati stand up, its long-sealed cultural connotations will burst out with a roar. The literati are also weak and weak. As long as they are caught up in this rush, it will not matter. Can swallow for thousands of years. As a result, in this seemingly ordinary moment of benevolence, people, history, and nature merged together, so I had the urge to write an article. I have already expected that what I will write will be some strange articles that cannot be unified in style and cannot be defined in genre. What I didn't expect was that I was traveling to regain my youthful vitality, but as soon as I started writing, I looked older than any article I had written in the past.

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China is so big that there are not even a few volumes of scriptures left! Compared to being abused by officials, sometimes I even want to say cruelly: I would rather store it in the London Museum! After all, this sentence is not comfortable to say. Where should the convoy I stopped go? It's difficult here and it's difficult there. I can only let it stop in the desert and cry loudly.

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I still can’t remember clearly what I saw during the day. I just remember that what I saw at the beginning was a rich green-brown color flow, which should be the relics of the Northern Wei Dynasty. The color is as thick and calm as a three-dimensional painting, and the brushstrokes are as bold and bold as a sword and halberd. There were many stories in that era, and there were many brave men from the north galloping on the battlefield. The combination of strength and suffering flowed to the wall of the grotto. While the craftsmen were painting these caves, Tao Yuanming in the south was drinking in his dilapidated home. I don't know what kind of wine Tao Yuanming drank, but what was flowing here was undoubtedly strong alcohol. There was no fragrant fragrance, but a force and energy that could make people go crazy and draw their swords. It's a little cold here, a little wild, even a little cruel.

"Mogao Grottoes"

I walked forward in confusion among the endless tombs, and Eliot's "The Waste Land" appeared in my mind. This is the wasteland of Chinese history: horse hooves like rain, shouts like thunder, and blood pouring out. The white hair of a loving mother in the Central Plains, the distant gaze of a spring lady in the south of the Yangtze River, and the night cry of a child in Hunan. Farewell under the willow shade of my hometown, the general's eyes widened with anger, hunting the military flag in the wind. With a burst of smoke and dust, they all drifted away. I believe that the deceased faced the enemy formation in Shuobei when they were about to die; I believe that they wanted to turn around at the last moment and cast a glance at the familiar land. So, they twisted and fell down, turning into a pile of sand.

"Snow in Yangguan" The vast desert and the torrential water are nothing unusual in the world. Only such a bay in the desert, such a tranquility in the wind and sand, such a scene in the desolation, such a drop after a high slope, can we deeply understand the rhythm of heaven and earth, the ingenuity of creation, and make people intoxicated. From this, life, the world, and history are all like this. Give tranquility to the turmoil, coolness to the impatience, plainness to the high altitude, and brightness to the roughness. Only in this way can life be vivid, the world appear exquisite, and history have charm. However, what people are used to every day are all kinds of one-way exaggerations. Even the god of nature is rough and rough, and is too lazy to adjust it carefully, making the world a lot of trouble.

"Hidden Spring in the Sand Plain"

No matter how quiet it is, this place has always been quiet since Liu Zongyuan. Kyoto is too noisy. Students from Kyushu who have faced the wall for ten years have all longed for this kind of noise. As a result, his wealth of knowledge was crushed by the hooves of wheels and horses, and his bright and clear mind was filled with crisp shouts. Only here are the literary brilliance extracted from the imperial memorials, re-condensed into the soul, and formed into a circle. They suddenly become sober, forming tension and vitality, confronting the palace, arguing with the historian, and writing for the emperor. The soil left a strange sound. Generations of literati have gained 10% of their arrogance and 30% of their self-confidence. Only when China regains its civilization can it avoid complete darkness. The imperial court never imagined that it was the imperial batch assigned to the Southern Wilderness that inspired the spirit of the nation.

Okay, just stand there stubbornly. tomorrow. Maybe the day after tomorrow, there will be some tourists and some teenagers, pointing and reading these inscriptions.

"Liuhou Temple"

The landscape is still there, the monuments are still there, and it seems that some of the spirit has remained. During my recent trip to Suzhou, I revisited Hanshan Temple. I rang the bell a few times and thought of Quyuan because of the poem monument inscribed by Yu Yue. Quyuan is a newly opened garden. Thanks to donations from Mr. Ping Bo and other descendants, the original appearance is pleasing to the hearts of the people.

Quyuan is located in a narrow alley. Due to the existence of this ordinary courtyard, Suzhou once became an important center of Chinese studies in the late Qing Dynasty. Suzhou was very quiet at that time, but there were countless solid souls hidden in countless alleys and gates. It is these souls, with their persistence accumulated over thousands of years, that have enabled Suzhou to preserve the core of its charm.

"White Hair in Suzhou"

Night sailing has always been a symbol of the long and arduous journey in the water towns of southern China. My hometown is surrounded by mountains and is very isolated, but there is a river quietly running through it. Every night late at night, you can always hear the sound of tuk tuk tuk coming from the river. This is the arrival of the night boat. When the boatman sees the houses on the shore, he knocks the side of the boat with a wooden stick to summon the guests who are preparing to travel. The mountain people heard this sound every night and were accustomed to it, but finally, maybe it was because the life around them could not go on any longer, or perhaps because waves of fantasy suddenly arose in their naive minds, this beeping sound had a great impact. temptation. I don't know what day it was, but they had a slightly sumptuous dinner, packed their simple bags early, and sat with their wives and children under the flickering oil lamp, waiting for the beeping sound.

"Night Sailing"

The water was bone-chilling and my whole body was shaking. First cut down those reeds, those most beautiful reeds in the world, those that cannot be separated from Taihu Lake, and Taihu Lake cannot be separated from them. The reed roots left at the bottom of the lake were as sharp as knives and halberds, and most people's feet were pricked with blood. The turbid Yin Hong swirled in the lake water one after another, just like Taihu Lake was bleeding.

After searching for ideas, eliminating doubts, sorting out clues, and setting key points, the cooking class began to produce a surplus of meals every day. Several small groups were identified, and at the conference, the speaker's tone became increasingly fierce. Later, some names were finally named. The most serious crime was a beautiful, enthusiastic and sociable female student who was nicknamed the "Minister of Foreign Affairs" by several male classmates at a class reunion before going to the farm. She actually smiled and did not refuse or report it to the leader. "Such a reactionary clique has even assigned positions, so why not seize power!" The reporter's conclusion was extremely eloquent.

One evening, an alarm was heard and she, who was under investigation, had disappeared. The superior ordered all the people to search separately, and several male students found her gauze scarf by the lake.

When she was fished out, her heart had stopped beating, and a chubby male hygienist quickly performed artificial respiration. After trying for a while to no avail, the hygienist decided to inject a cardiotonic shot directly into the heart. Her clothes were torn apart and she lay naked on her back among the grass. The moonlight illuminated her body all silver, and she truly became the daughter of Taihu Lake.

"Wujiang Ship"

The preservation of ruins is a symbol of modern civilization.

The ruins reflect the confidence of modern people.

Ruins will not block the market and hinder progress. Modern people have profound eyes and know where they stand in history. He will not imagine that there is a high platform rising from the ground under his feet. Therefore, he enjoys looking at all the steps in front of and behind him.

It is modern historical philosophy that enlightens the ruins, and historical philosophy also needs to find materials. Only in the hustle and bustle of modernity can the tranquility of ruins be powerful; only in the contemplation of modern people can ruins rise to the level of allegory.

Therefore, ancient ruins are actually a modern construction.

《Ruins》