I don't know the prosperity of Nanjing until I reach the Confucius Temple. Confucius Temple, located on the north bank of Qinhuai River, is a large building complex. It is not only a place dedicated to Confucius, but also the first national highest institution of higher learning in ancient China, which has always been a gathering of humanities. Standing in front of the Confucius Temple, my heart is full of agitation and admiration, and I can't help but think of it: the door is slowly opening, and rows of students are sitting on the floor in robes in a neat yard; Holding the scriptures, singing in unison. The cadence of reading is floating in the streets and alleys of Jinling City, floating on the paddles of Qinhuai River ... How happy Confucius' students are. If I can really appreciate the true face of a saint, I will bow down and meet in three miles.
Standing under the "Wen Shu of the World" sign, the huge buildings and neat inscriptions and stone carvings in front of us are enough to remind people of Jinling's past glory. In the East, Jiangnan Gongyuan, under the banner of "learning from the Ming Dynasty and seeking talents for the country", supported the selection of talents from the Six Dynasties to the Ming and Qing Dynasties in the past with inconvenient transportation.
Cross Wende Bridge, turn south, and you will reach the entrance of Wuyi Lane. This is the first ancient elephant in China, bearing the development of ancient civilization in China. There are many historical figures in it, which are breathtaking and colorful ... among the figures in the depths of history, it seems that Liu Yuxi is doodling on the wall: in the old society, Wang Xietang died and flew into the homes of ordinary people. Yes, those swallows who used to be noisy used to dazzling lights and witnessed the desolation of the cold wind entering the window. Today, they witnessed the prosperity of the world. I wonder if they can find their way home? It's really Wuyi Lane, which is ostentatious, flying around in front of the hall, hesitating. Doubt is that things change color, and Lao Liang disappears in a hurry.
At about 8 o'clock in the evening, my family came to Panjiang Wharf, ready to gamble on the charming scenery of Qinhuai River. At this time, the Qinhuai River is brightly lit, neon flashing, and tourists are weaving, which is very lively. On the zhaobi of the south bank, two golden dragons are flying in the air, reflecting the colorful river below; On the four lanterns with yellow halo hanging high, the four Chinese characters "Night Park Qinhuai" are flying with ancient charm. On the stone steps of the dock, I don't know how many passers-by greeted me, and I don't know how many heartbreaking scenes were staged. It waited and sang for thousands of years. Is today's Panjiang Wharf still waiting for the distant visitor who once vowed?
When the float started, the river was flooded by microwaves. Behind the boat, the river shows a strong amber color under the mapping of lights on both sides; The bow is bright, where the light and shadow are dim and the river is thick green. Houses built on the banks of the Linjiang River are strewn at random, mostly with white walls and tiles; Sometimes there are three cornices, and a string of brilliant red lanterns are hung on the high cornices, which adds incomparable charm to Qinhuai River and makes people think.
After crossing Bailuzhou, the tour guide made an interesting explanation in a soft voice. Sweet sounds floated on the Qinhuai River with the sound of oars and lights, and echoed in the historical scrolls on the walls on both sides. On the left side of the float, a sculpture of "Jiao Fang Draught" appeared. This unique cultural activity must have been a carnival of talented people and beautiful women who sensationalized the capital at that time. Then, the tour guide talked about how many talented women lost their youth and were imprisoned in the high palace wall all their lives, sighing at the full moon. At this time, in a distant building hidden in the shade of a tree, there was an ethereal piano sound, which seemed boundless and lonely in the night. The wind is long, the boat is long, and the orchestra has been disturbed for centuries. The weeping sound of the piano, in the Qinhuai River, where the original paintings are interlaced and the songs are sung all night, affects the passing ships and sails to unpredictable distances. I was caught by this scene and sound, and lost my sense of direction in a trance. I saw myself stepping on the stone steps half submerged in water, wandering on the platform and never wanting to come back.
The ship passed the Zhonghua Gate. There was a cool breeze blowing on the river, which brought a little fragrance. Is this a red paper umbrella, a flower just picked, falling to the bridge with the wind? Did that gust of wind originate from Li's peach blossom fan? In the distance, Xie An's troops came back from the water under Xie An's feet, and the soldiers were clearly on the Suzaku Bridge with armor. ...
Ten Li Qinhuai, each wave is the rise and fall of a period of history, each layer of ripples is the peak of a poem, each spray is an affectionate look back, and each river is a special cup of pure wine. On the boat, I was completely drunk. This drunkenness has nothing to do with Jin Lingchun upstairs in yat sen villa or the blue sky in the food stall. Qinhuai River in front of us is like a river full of bamboo leaves mixed with honey. I'd rather tie a long rope around my waist, hang upside down under Wende Bridge, plunge into the river and have a good drink before I go. Of course, Li Chenxian was invited, because he just sang: The phoenix that once played here named this place after them, and now it has been abandoned to this desolate river. He took out his beloved moon and held it tightly in his arms. From then on, there was no bright moon in Chang 'an. Then I dragged out the familiar Liu Shijiu from the narrowest figure and told him that I wanted to rent two shacks by his river, dig half an acre of square pond in front of the door and harvest a pool of green lotus flowers. Finally, wish each other health and drink heavily.
So, on a moonlit night in August, 2020, a man from Jiangbei staggered out of the cruise ship of Qinhuai River. Before disembarking, I was drunk and unconscious.