Second, the morning of Beijing departure
Defending the North China Plain, Beijing has a vast and open mind; Guarding the Great Wall and the Forbid
Second, the morning of Beijing departure
Defending the North China Plain, Beijing has a vast and open mind; Guarding the Great Wall and the Forbidden City, Beijing's history is better than the golden Haizi, and it is full of flames and soul-stirring.
From 1985 to 1997 13 years, I went to Beijing on business 1 1 times, and I was deeply impressed by the mountains and rivers in the northwest 1 1 times. Naturally, my first impression is in Tiananmen Square, which is the center of Beijing and the heart of China society. When I am in Beijing, if I have something to do, I will stay here for a while. Every time I stand like that, my mixed feelings will disappear without a trace, my mind will be occupied by an infinitely open landscape, my mind will evolve into a donkey, and I will jump with my feet. Tiananmen Gate, the Great Hall of the People and the Museum of Chinese History stand tall with the blue sky on their shoulders and the breath of magnificent history. The square is crowded, dense and endless; The traffic on the peripheral roads is as fast as a bus. Every time I see this place, my thought of becoming a donkey and my weak heartbeat are drowned by the strong heartbeat of China, and my vision rises leisurely and floats to the sky propped up by Tiananmen Gate.
The sky is not only vast, the clouds are not only slender, but also the symphony of history is flashing: blue bricks and golden tiles are arranged in a long-standing brass music array, historical string bands are folded in the Jade Palace, and countless ancient books, calligraphy and paintings and antiques are collected in series, forming an endless civilized movement. Several social changes that have promoted the social process in China, the banner of a new life, emerged in the clouds and fluttered in the hula dance, and people all over the world can still whistle under the banner; I saw the Tiananmen Gate in history, lined with countless Hu Tonghai. Ancient people and modern people greet each other at the dashilan in front of Beijing, smiling and bowing.
I know that real history and real life are actually in real scenes. So, more often, when I go out in the morning in Beijing, I am dragged by the golden morning light, submerged in the famous and unknown streets and hutongs, and I walk in front of historical sites devoutly, meditating in this cultural center, China Modern Literature Museum, China History Museum, China Art Museum, Zhu Yizun's former residence, Lu Xun's former residence, Mao Dun's former residence, Lao She's former residence, Xu Beihong Memorial Hall and other historical and cultural centers. I will let these magnificent historical and cultural scenes with different expressions, different temperaments and rich connotations endow myself with this humble life and be injected with the charm of growing cultural spirit again and again; Of course, I can't forget to go to those places-commercial street, Dongdan Xidan and Wangfujing. In addition to shopping there, I will also savor the commercial charm, style and prosperity of the old capital, as well as the hutongs that always attract me with the taste of Beijing rhyme drums, bathe myself in the streets and lanes there until the sun sets and the night rises, and then drag my tired body back to the station.
I just didn't expect that 1 13' s trip to Beijing came to an abrupt end after 1 997 and stopped at 13. Unexpectedly, on May 1, 20 10, the sunny flowers bloomed again. It was 4 pm on May 22nd. I left Beijing 13 years ago and set foot on the land of Beijing for the first time 12. Walking out of Beijing West Railway Station, I stepped on a marble pavement, facing Beijing. I stood there for a while and looked up. Ah, sparkling, Yunfu Fei Xia, the sky in Beijing is far away, and I can't help feeling: How are you, Beijing? This greeting has been lingering in my mind for 13 years. It was finally issued in front of Beijing today. That's mixed feelings. On the bus to Weinan Hotel in Fengtai District, I greeted Beijing from time to time and watched attentively: Beijing has changed, and you have become both familiar and unfamiliar. Please forgive me for looking at you with the same familiar and unfamiliar eyes.
Yes, in the dark blue night, lying in the bed of a hotel in southern Anhui, I also took a look at your mood and fell asleep.
The next morning, after breakfast in the hotel restaurant, I rushed to the hotel conference hall to listen to the opening speech of Mr. Lin Fei, President of China Prose Society and Honorary President of China Prose Association. This is another survey of China's culture and prose creation since the May 4th Movement.
One day later, it was another morning. Together with more than 100 writers from all over the country, I took two buses and left the hotel in southern Anhui for the China Modern Literature Museum in Haidian District to attend an essay awarding ceremony.
Soon after driving, the car turned a corner and drove onto an overpass. My eye pupil was illuminated by light, and I couldn't help looking for light: Oriental canopy, with a semicircle CD, was in the distance with purples, and the scattered light of heaven and earth shone clearly and magnificently, while Beijing watched by CD woke up from the initial dream and shone with the light of Yin Yan. The sea is generally spread out, like countless buildings and masts, standing quietly, shining with brilliance against the rising sun.
I looked at the east, looked at the city in front of me, and saw a white fairy appearing in the sky from time to time; I also saw the aura of the sky and the aura of the flowers on the ground, fluttering and blending together, wandering in the infinite airspace between heaven and earth.
The sun is rising.
I was shot in the eye pupil again-the road ahead is full of sunshine, bright and harsh, like a golden ribbon, straight and curved, shuttling between the clothes of countless high-rise buildings and extending to the southeast.
Road or road? It has become a golden bridge!
Soon, the bus drove on the viaduct. Scared, as far as I can see, it is even more confusing. Where is the road? No, it should be called Jinqiao-Jinqiao, which is more fascinating: "It is as vast as the wind in Feng Xu, and I don't know where it is going. It's like independence, feather and immortality. "
In this way, the scenery in front of me dragged me into the artistic conception given by Su Shi's poem Qian Chibi Fu, which made people fall into a rather happy confusion, and they were willing to make such an illusion: thinking that Jinqiao led the car to the sun and that the city of the sun was embracing themselves with open arms.
I came to Beijing in a hurry this time, and I didn't have time to see the historical sites I have visited and the historical sites I have never visited. Now, Jinqiao shows me a piece of Wang Yang sea, and my heart is moving. The building as dense as a mast shines with the texture of modern materials, and I am full of confidence in the future. People have seen it. Really, that kind of charm and strength are bulging to catch up with the sunrise. Oh, the ancient palaces and gatehouses in Beijing are still in the east, and they can't be seen here, but think about the ruins that have accepted the glorious history and frustrated experience.
Hutongs and quadrangles appear from time to time, but they are no longer like flocks of sheep pouring into the city, but only small groups of fish swimming between the masts of buildings. I stared at the hutong. We can also see the figure of street vendors, citizens sitting on small benches eating pancake fruit, fried dough sticks and bean juice, and people who go to work and go to school. The stream flows in the alley mouth.
I am familiar with the hutongs in Beijing. When the sun is silent, it is always a long sight. When people walk, there will be a knock of the iron frame behind them, and then there will be a rhyming and hoarse cry: Hey, gentlemen, get out of the way. When the body is quickly hidden, there will always be a big waist son-in-law riding a scooter, or several son-in-law riding a few scooters, bumping past, one by one, sweating like a pig, as if to wet the whole city of Beijing. Sometimes, the scooter will suddenly lean to one side, and the cyclist will hold the handlebar with both hands and ask, Sir, it's not far away, just ahead, just turn a corner.
I first went to Beijing on business in the mid-1980s, when I was a young man. It was the first time in my life that I went out alone. Before I left, Beijing was like the sea of Wang Yang in my heart. Are the restaurants there easy to find? I am very confused and uneasy. It happened that on the train, the conductor was checking into a hotel in Beijing, because I couldn't remember the name of the hotel for a long time. At that time, my anxiety and anxiety disappeared, and I registered without saying anything. I left Beijing Railway Station, was picked up by an old bus, pulled to Songjiazhuang, south of muxi, and stayed in that hotel.
A year later, I went to Beijing again, ignoring the hotel's agent on the train, because the trip to Beijing the year before last not only saved me some experience, but also saved me some experience, because there was only one thing to do in Beijing at that time, that is, waiting for an approval from the relevant ministries and commissions, and waiting for more than 40 days. This gave me a lot of time to visit Beijing. I found that there are many restaurants in Dashilan, Qianmen. Of course, most of them are small restaurants.
The second time I went to Beijing, the goal was to find a place to live in Dashilan.
People got off the train, got on the bus and went straight to the front door. First, they wandered around. Qianmen is the most distinctive business district in Beijing. The ancient buildings with blue bricks and gray tiles are lined up, which constitutes a bustling atmosphere where merchants gather. I was deeply impressed by the flying eaves, carved windows, covered the flying eaves and walked over the wall, and the dense crowd. When I went to Beijing for the second time, I couldn't wait to be influenced by this scene like an addict.
After a tour, my thoughts were basically satisfied, so I went to a restaurant on the south side of Qianmen Tower for dinner and continued to walk west. I just came to an alley. An old man, in his fifties, shaved his head and wore a white short-sleeved shirt for the elderly. Sweating, he parked his scooter beside me, held the handlebar and said to me, Sir, stay in a hotel.
I decided to go with him, so I stood there and negotiated the price with him, got on the bus, didn't ride far, and finally stopped in an alley in Dashilan. There is an inn there, much like Bijiamei Inn in Peisi Chen's movie "Two sons open a shop". I lived there, which was convenient, but the living conditions were not ideal. It was noisy and crowded, and there was no standard room. Then I came and went. Although it is far from Tiananmen Square, the hotel is located on the main road in Beijing which is connected with Chang 'an Avenue, and the subway line 1 passes through it. So every time I go to Beijing, I basically go there, so I don't have to look everywhere.
Hutongs in Beijing are generally long, clean and tidy. When I was in Beijing, I preferred to drill hutongs, because hutong is the place that best reflects the secular folk customs in Beijing. After passing the gate of a quadrangle, you can always see children frolicking and adults busy. At the gate of the quadrangle, I often meet my aunt and grandmother sitting on a pony and chatting with banana fans. I want to laugh at that cadence. Which is chatting? It was clearly Hou, Guo Baoquan and Ma Ji who said cross talk. If you happen to pass by a breakfast stall in an alley in the morning, sit down beside the endless stream of people and blend in with the breakfast crowd.
/kloc-Today, 0/3 years later, this morning, I took a bus and wandered in the reverie of Jinqiao, watching one hutong after another, watching them make waves, hide behind and merge into the sea. The impression of Beijing Hutong accumulated in my heart came to my mind and gave me an infinite charm of Beijing rhyme and drum, which lasted for a long time.
In addition to high-rise buildings and hutongs, we are greeted by neat and beautiful shopping malls and small shops, which are colorful advertisements. Advertising is immersed in the sunshine, surrounded by buildings, hutongs and cities, and full of gold-plated brilliance. Ah, they are still awake at the moment, but this quiet appearance has a different charm.
Finally saw the historic hall.
What a big tree, lined with layers of rugged golden roofs and red walls.
That's not the Forbidden City. It is far to the east of Jinshui Bridge. It's not as big as the Forbidden City. There are only a few small jinding, one of which has several golden characters flashing on it, Manjuji. Oh, this is Manjoji. I haven't been there, but I know a little about its origin. It used to be a royal temple in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. At that time, the Ming and Qing emperors chose it as their home temple. It is said that the geomantic omen here is very good, and it is the key to protect the capital and the whole Long Mai water vein. Emperors want to build temples here with endless imperial power and enough gold, and Buddha will repay them, giving the empire and the whole royal family an infinitely beautiful future, which will never stop.
Today, like the fate of the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace, Manzhouli is isolated from the sunshine of modern life. Once the concubines of Di Zi and the two empires, their sustenance and glory have long gone, leaving only empty shells, singing a few ancient elegies to modern society, reflecting the high spirits of modern tourists.
The car gradually drove into the university town, and one university after another hung the brand of China. Last night, I walked in front of several of them. After listening to Mr. Wang's speech yesterday morning, I rushed to a building near Suzhou Street in Haidian District in the afternoon to listen to Mr. Li, deputy editor of Literary Theory and Criticism and editor of Selected Novels (I'm really sorry, the signature he left in my notebook has been unreadable) and a worker writer's speech on literary creation experience. After listening to the speech, I walked for a while instead of taking the bus. It can be said that my purpose of walking has been achieved. The gloomy and verdant appearance and majestic temperament of institutions of higher learning left a good impression on me. Like all colleges and universities in China, they should be able to cultivate the stars of hope in the future.
This morning, several universities and more universities passed by yesterday, especially in the early morning sunshine. I can't help thinking, well, since this morning, Jinqiao Store has opened. As a foreigner, I have a new experience of the morning in Beijing.