Liu Xiangru
There was an early frost last night. Open the curtains in the early morning, and a thin layer of green clothes is draped over the beautiful town.
This small town is Huai'an, which has just woken up from the Huanghuai Plain.
The hotel we stayed in was in the west of Huai'an City, and the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal was flowing through our window. It is so leisurely and leisurely, and so eloquent. The white demeanor and lineup are like a long guard of honor, walking forward with their heads held high, heading towards a place that is beyond our sight. Looking closely, Huai'an City looks like a bathing girl, pulling up the white bath tent, showing her beautiful and colorful outlines with clear lines.
Autumn colors are good, and the best ones are "Huai'an people".
Huai'an is a place where literati gather. Counting only the literati of the past dynasties, there have appeared here such as Mei Cheng, a famous Ci and Fu writer in Chaoyang District of the Han Dynasty who wrote "Qifa"; Chen Lin, Ji Zhongfu and Zhao Xia in the Tang Dynasty; Zhang Wenqian in the Song Dynasty; Zhang Binglong in the Yuan Dynasty, etc. Wu Chengen, who is famous for his "Journey to the West", is also from Huai'an. His former residence is under the river, and the study room where he wrote the book is called "Sheyangjian". There are still ruins to be found; Shi Naian, the author of "Water Margin", also lived there Lived here for a long time. In addition, Gong Kai, who was famous for painting horses in the Song Dynasty, and Bian Weiqi, who was famous for painting reed geese in the Qing Dynasty, were both painters from Huai'an. As for the poets of the past dynasties, there are countless people who have traveled here. Li Bai, Bai Juyi, Liu Yuxi, Du Mu, Su Dongbo, Huang Tingjian, Wen Tianxiang, etc. have all left their footprints here. If we talk about politics and military, Han Xin, one of the "Three Heroes" of the Han Dynasty, also appeared here; Liang Hongyu, the famous anti-gold heroine of the Southern Song Dynasty; Guan Tianpei, the anti-British national hero who inspired the southeast... These characters, together with the prominent official family, Wealthy businessmen, famous monks, Taoists, and martial arts masters form a chronicle of Huai'an that is enviable to everyone in the world. Corresponding to this are pavilions, gardens, temples, teahouses and restaurants, etc. In the past, Huai'an people called these places the "Eight Scenic Spots of Shanyang". This elegant name is quite proud of Suhang. There are Longxing Temple built in the Jin Dynasty, Wentong Pagoda in the Tang Dynasty, as well as Bochi Mountain, Liulingtai, Ganluo City, Gumeili, etc., as well as the Zhenhuai Tower that stands proudly and has experienced more than a thousand years of wind and rain. When I come to Huai'an to visit the ancient times and explore the seclusion, there are many poems written by me to reflect on the scenery. The poems written by Yao Guangxiao of the Ming Dynasty recorded in the county annals can be said to be an image portrayal of Huai'an City:
Jin Wu took Chu guests on many trips,
The first state in the southeast is magnificent,
Pinglie rivers and mountains turn around everywhere,
Lianpu floats in the sky along the Huaihe River.
The crows and magpies are stirring at the top of the city wall, and the sails at the mouth of the dam are flying with white gulls.
The hero under the crotch is gone now.
The light smoke and the slanting sun make people sad.
Infinite scenery and thousands of heroes fascinate us, but what we deeply miss most is a respectable great man in modern Chinese history.
We have not forgotten: Huai'an is the hometown of Premier Zhou Enlai.
In an alley near the northwest corner of the town hall in the center of Huai'an City, we paid our respects to Zhou Enlai's former residence with a feeling of admiration for the marketing center. This is an old-style building consisting of two houses in the east and west. In the east courtyard, there are independent green trees, green brick paving, and moss marks. Zhou Enlai was born in a wing room in the corner of this courtyard. The Fourth Courtyard is the residence of the Prime Minister's uncle's family, where he spent his unforgettable childhood and youth. The commentator introduced it sincerely: 'The Prime Minister is a young man who is frugal, self-restrained and ambitious. His later modesty, prudentness, approachability, and hard-working and simple style can already be seen in his youth... "His stories are still told deep in this alley. It is said that after Premier Zhou came to Beijing, his aunt went to Beijing Asked him to arrange a job for his niece, the Prime Minister told him: "Communists are servants of the people. They do not engage in specialization, and people are nepotistic..." In the end, the Prime Minister took out 300 yuan himself and sent someone to send her back to Huai'an. , and asked her to tell her niece: Standing in society through one's own efforts... Looking back on this kind of story now, it makes people feel how great he is even more.
A generation of great men, countless celebrities, and thousands of people contributed to this land. The people of Huai'an who shed their blood have all left us. What we can see now is the real life of this small town, its unchanging traditions and the changing rhythm of the times, as well as the ordinaryness of this small town that attracts us. and sincerity. This small town is neither majestic nor exquisite, neither prosperous nor gloomy. It is like an uncarved jade, with a calm and simple appearance, which is unique to Northern Jiangsu. Style buildings, wide roads and long streets, smooth and popular canal-side songs, clothing and language with Northern Jiangsu style... everything shows its own characteristics and personality. It can be regarded as the hawking sound at the street, where one stall after another is crowded, "Ha ha ha..." "Cha er..." "Jellyfish uh..." The voices are neither high nor low, one after another, like "two people turning around" "The word "Shuokou" is like a wild bean, or like the "Dashai tune" in Peking Opera. It sounds like a solicitation and a greeting. There are rows of sheds, all stretched out with plastic or thin cloth, and there are shelves inside. On the street, there are fresh aquatic products, various kinds of clothing... The sound of selling fashionable clothes is crisp and bright... All the sounds of the market are intertwined, with the deep enthusiasm of Huai'an people, listen - "Delicacies from the mountains and seas, sea cucumbers are the most popular, Give good gifts to others and treat noble guests with honor.
"This voice is concrete and vivid, with an informative introduction, which intoxicates all foreign travelers...
...Leave the small town and go along the Huaihe River. The style, charm, personality, and rhythm of this place , yesterday, today... everything still occupies our minds. When we think of an old story about a village in Huai'an that is honored by history, we can't help but feel: Huai'an - just like her beautiful name, is a quiet place on the edge of Huai'an. Banxianqin.
Banxianqin woke up. We are still in her dream...
(This article was originally published in the "People's Daily" supplement. Selected into "Selected Prose") Liu Xiangru
Jigong Mountain is located at the junction of Henan and Hubei. It faces Tongbai Mountain to the west, Wusheng Pass to the south, and Xinyang City to the north. The mountainous area is surrounded by mountains and steep rocks. The mountains are full of wind and surging clouds. It has always been called "Yunzhong Park" and the pressure is so high. Wouldn't it be a pity to go to Tongbai Mountain to explore Huaiyuan without climbing Jigong Mountain?
When the guide announced that we would visit Jigong Mountain, our traveling companions were very excited. Unfortunately, we arrived late at night, and the car had been bumpy for a day. If we continued to climb the mountain, we had to worry about the unknown future when the car entered the mountain pass. Boundless darkness appears, and the ink-like mountains are endless and ethereal, covering the dark brown roof ridges on the plain. Everything seems to be swallowed up in the thick shadow of the mountains. Looking out of the car window, Only the majestic shadows of the nearby mountains were decorated with a few lights, flickering on and off, like the eyes of the sleeping earth. After a while, the peaks of the mountains, the meridians of the mountains, and everything else disappeared into chaos. The world gradually lost its floating voice and became quiet and deep.
At this time, many people's eyes narrowed and they slowly dozed off on the front peak of the mountain. Where is the front end of the road? It twists and turns, and no one cares about it. We just feel that the road ahead is heavy and vast, like a bottomless mystery. From time to time, we can feel the bumps and bumps of the road. Very slowly, the human body is tilted upward, as if it were sitting on a swing, slowly swinging upwards... Oh, are we climbing the hanging ladder set by our mother Huaihe River? Are we wandering on the protruding chest of the Huaihe River? In that elusive artistic conception, we actually had all kinds of bizarre fantasies.
However, a chill was slowly coming towards us. The surroundings were originally gray and deathly lonely. , only the roar of the car. Gradually, we heard a whining sound, like the deep breathing in the chest of the mountain, and like the concerto of Lin Tao playing in the valley, slowly adding a roaring sound. Like the howl of wolves coming from a distant place...the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the car, like an old cow carrying a load, crawls upwards, breathing hard.
Everything becomes mysterious. It became unpredictable...
Everyone who had taken a nap opened their eyes and looked out the car window again; the mountain was gone, the road was unclear, and they could only feel that there were stone walls, cliffs, and rocks swaying in the strong wind around them. Under the dim light of the car lights, the pine branches revealed stone barriers with stern faces, like the arrow stacks on the ancient city wall. Looking down through these stone barriers, our hearts trembled. ：In the bottomless silence, clouds and mist were rising. Through the clear fog, we could see the lights on the ground in the distance, just like a few faint cold stars embedded in the bottom of an inverted sky - only then did we really understand I feel like there is a bottomless abyss under my feet!
The night is deeper. I don't know when, a drizzle began. The rain was wrapped in thick mountain fog, and was torn by the wind into a huge, boundless black curtain, covering the entire car. The car carefully explored the road, stopped and swayed, like a lonely boat on the top of the waves, and was in danger of being overturned at any time. Almost everyone's heart was trapped in an extremely tense atmosphere. At this time, looking under the sky curtain in the pitch-black night, the strange pine trees on the steep stone cliffs looked like a strange shadow with a black face, walking towards and away from the car lights. Occasionally, there are indistinguishable sounds. The rough ones may be the roar of mountain springs; the thin ones may be the low calls of autumn insects, which add a mysterious color to the deep mountains and forests. Everyone began to talk about the dangers of this mountain hike. Some described it with fantasy; some felt proud and rejoiced; some sighed with concern...
The driver was a young lesbian and the first person in the group. The first time I climbed a mountain at night, I was obviously very timid. The car drove slower and slower, and finally, as if it was standing still, stepping, stepping, it heard a "boom", the car body shook violently, and slid violently in one direction! The loudspeaker screamed like an alarm, and we felt a sudden force, which threw everyone in the carriage from their seats into the air... This sudden change shocked everyone, with beads of sweat on their foreheads, and there was no more discussion. The laughter and sighs were gone, only the howling of the mountain wind was still there. It was not until the car stopped again that the travelers realized their existence in great shock and for a long time.
How many times can a person have such adventures in his life? Travelers crowded out of the car doors one after another, making a lot of noise and tiptoeing, but instead of looking for a place to survive, they surrounded the car to get a closer look. How dangerous! It turned out that the car was stuck on a rock, only half a step away from the cliff, and half a step away was the vast abyss. If the car took another half step...
So they started complaining and blaming each other again, saying that they shouldn't take such risks to go up the mountain, but what's the use? In the end, I still fought to push the cart.
The car finally continued to crawl. The mountain road became deeper and deeper, and the cliffs behind it became more and more precipitous. The sky seemed to be covering the roof of the car, which could be touched with your hands. Because of the fog, it seemed unfathomable. I don’t know how long it took. Finally, an open space appeared on the slope. There are more forks in the road, some moving faintly upward, and some spreading faintly downward. The car lights illuminated the veins, like the bulging veins on the old man's forehead. At the same time, houses also appeared, overlapping with the ancient pines on the cliff. The two lights rise and fall, bringing vitality to the night mountain environment and hope to the eager travelers...
The cars are roaring, the wind is still strong, but I don’t know when it rains. It stopped, the fog became lighter, the sky became sparse and fresh, and a few stars were faintly revealed. I really can’t figure out what kind of magical moment it was. Our eyes suddenly lit up, and a brilliant miraculous lens appeared: the dark night seemed to be pulled open by a giant hand, and a bright world suddenly appeared: ah, the light ! One point, two points... one cluster, two clusters... one, two... like countless night pearls scattered on the black ridge, arranged along the mountain, high and low, ups and downs, like rows of silver shining pearls. The necklace, hanging on the mountain's neck, stretches as far as the eye can see, like the Milky Way flowing down. In a sea of ??lights, pavilions and pavilions appeared in an orderly manner, some reaching the top of the mountain, some flying in the sky, some built next to the mountains, some row upon row, and some like gorgeous and elegant gardens on the ground. ...
Oh, is this a market in heaven? Is it a fantasy of nature?
It was already eleven o'clock when the car arrived at its destination. A group of people collapsed in Yilou, Jiangjun Tower, Yanyu Tower and other places. Standing on the steps of these villas under the light of the lights immediately makes travelers linger. The mountain breeze laughed, the window lights in the fog, the fog at the bottom of the mountain was spreading and falling under our feet, and the peaks showed a majestic appearance of "different heights near and far". We seemed to be standing on the clouds, riding on the waves of the sea of ??fog. And the house we live in tonight is an island in the sea. We were riding on a boat with fishing lanterns on, speeding towards the source of the Huaihe River...
In an instant, almost everyone turned around and took a look at the winding mountain road hidden in the night. For a long, long time, I was immersed in the dream-like aftertaste just now... Maybe any kind of emotion looking back on the journey is solemn. That road is endless, one end is tied to last night, and the other end leads to tomorrow...
Oh, tomorrow, where will we stand hand in hand? (This article was originally published in "Anhui Literature" and selected into "Selected Prose") Liu Xiangru
After returning from that small village, I always want to recount to others that period of history that everyone knows, that extraordinary period. In the year of , that earth-shattering story happened in the wilderness...
I didn’t know what Daze Township turned out to be like: at the site of the uprising more than two thousand years ago, except for the whirlwind of autumn grass, In that depressing village, apart from the loud noises of motor vehicles and the hurried villagers coming and going, it seemed that it was difficult to find anything else. Oh, has the name "King Chen Sheng" written on the silk strip been forgotten by his descendants? Is that heroic retort that "Princes, generals, ministers, would rather have their own kind" no longer remembered? Has the majestic cry of “cutting trees into soldiers and slaying the violent Qin Dynasty” been buried in the dust of history? Could it be that the iron formation of 900 garrison soldiers who raised up their poles as flags left no trace at all?
I looked for the footprints of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, and walked through the expanding dirt roads in the countryside. In the gentle autumn wind, I asked humanity and nature——
I asked the young people who had returned from sowing: "Where was Chen Sheng once stationed?" They shook their heads. I asked the old farmer who had just returned from hard work: "Which villages has Chen Sheng visited?" They looked at me in confusion.
I asked the village woman: "Have you heard of Chen Sheng?" The village woman's eyes widened curiously.
In the evening, I found a square platform on a wasteland covered with trees. In fact, it was just a dilapidated, low and narrow mound with a row of simple primary school buildings standing on it. . I asked the primary school students: "Have you ever heard of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang?" The children immediately gathered around me and asked me with interest: "Then do you know where the uprising of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang was?"
< p>I answered without hesitation: "Right at your feet."Yes. Maybe you can't believe it: history dramatically turned the place where Chen Sheng and Wu Guang gathered for the uprising into a primary school classroom. Perhaps, this is what some people do intentionally, so that their descendants can remember the history of their own land?
At this moment, I am standing on this earthwork platform that is only 8 meters high and over 50 meters long and wide. I can’t believe that everything is really so simple: the ruins with the three characters of "Shanggu Platform" are deeply impressed. The monument was carelessly placed upside down on the corner of the wall, as if no one had ever paid attention to it. However, any wise historian or archaeologist cannot deny that this is the place where Chen Sheng ordered drumming more than 2,000 years ago. I also accidentally discovered four stone tablets dating from the Ming Dynasty, which were placed in the fourteenth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (1586 AD), the twenty-ninth year of Daoguang in the Qing Dynasty (1849 AD), and the seventeenth year of Guangxu (1891 AD). ) and the 32nd year of the Republic of China (AD 1943), now they are already sleeping in the wasteland or lying under the outline, covered with dirt and dirt. I used a piece of wet cloth to clean a broken monument, and a line of writing immediately appeared in front of my eyes -
Shetai, Chen Sheye. The platform was also the platform where Chen She performed martial arts and played drums... So Xijia named it She Gutai...
This is an inscription personally written by Daoguang of the Qing Dynasty.
It can be seen from the inscription that this platform is also known as the Shooting Deer Platform. It is said that when Chen She was building the Taipei Alliance Oath, he saw a sika deer leaping out of the grass in front of him. Chen She held an arrow in his hand and said to the garrison soldiers participating in the uprising: "If the arrow hits this deer, the mission will be successful!" As a result, the sika deer fell to the ground when the bow rang, and the garrison soldiers who participated in the uprising became more confident. Fight and rush away bravely... This legendary story is not satisfactory because it is perfunctory and interprets the inevitable factors of Chen She's uprising to future generations.
Standing in front of this loess platform, you can infer the majestic scene of Chen Sheng's march northward with just your brain thinking; looking around, you can see the land of the Huaihe River Basin, which is as broad as the sea, and you can see I can imagine the rainy and desolate hometown of Zeguo in 209 BC; when I turned my eyes back and browsed the landscape of connected hills on both sides of Shegutai, I seemed to see the "Seventy-two Battalions" again. The style of stationing troops. These low mounds, like islands in the sea, stretch westward to the end invisible to the naked eye. They are overlaid with the lineup of the uprising. When you see them, you seem to see a group of unruly horses and horses. There was a majestic drum sound that shook the earth.
The sound of the drums went away, disappearing in the arms of history, and I was suddenly attracted by the rapid sound of the drums, and walked straight along the Shegu Terrace and approached an abandoned tomb. There are pieces of rubble scattered around. The "Princess Snowflake Temple" recorded in historical books has stood here for more than 1,600 years. Although history has generously abandoned her, she is like the green grass on the barren grave, radiating her youth from generation to generation. Xue Hua is Chen Sheng's sister. This beautiful girl once followed her brother in the north and south, galloped on the battlefield, and went in and out of millions of troops, until she was exhausted and scarred, letting a handful of loess cover her flowery appearance. Only her father and fellow villagers Year after year, I will keep her in my heart as always...
How can history be forgotten so easily? When I was searching for its past on the loess layer of Shegutai, I found that among the pines and ancient cypresses, there is still the Daze Bell Tower, which symbolizes heroic deeds. Although it was in disrepair due to the war, it is a tribute to the heroes of the uprising by generations of people. They have a kind of boxing heart. From the warlords who supported the separatist regime to ordinary people, they did not hesitate to raise funds and leave commemorations here. It is like a warning bell, always reminding future generations to reflect on and remember history.
The spirit of Daze Township is far from annihilated. Here, I was also surprised to discover another historical fact: the Huaihai Battle, which attracted worldwide attention, also used this place as an important battlefield. In 1948 AD, majestic military horns sounded here, and the sword of the peasant war in the late Qin Dynasty turned into the fluttering "August 1st" military flag; the team marching towards Qixian and Chencheng also transformed into a march towards Qixian and Chencheng. The Chinese People's Liberation Army doubled up and charged.
What an interesting historical comparison and what a thought-provoking historical evolution! If the war more than two thousand years ago was overthrowing the violent feudal rule, then the war more than two thousand years ago was a continuation of history. The difference is: one ended in failure and the other ended in victory. The failure was due to the limitations of the times, while the victory was the inevitable trend of historical development!
The stars are changing. The drumbeat marching towards the darkness became mute and sounded again, until the spring when everyone was celebrating. What a long and difficult drum beat it is! Now, the people of Daze Township are sowing a new war drum in their own land. Although the drumbeat is still very deep and slow, since yesterday has already happened, there will definitely be a sunny tomorrow...
Oh, I clearly heard it on this remote stage. A new sound of drumming, one after another, has been sounding continuously from the distant yesterday to today. In the changing times and the process of history, the drumming has been constantly changing its own rhythm. connotation.
Oh, drum, beat with new hope!
(This article was originally published in the "Dadi Supplement" of "People's Daily". It was selected into "Selected Prose") Liu Xiangru
The autumn rain that lasted for more than half a month finally stopped and disappeared. . Qiuyang looked particularly charming. At this time, we came to a mountain town surrounded by mountains. This is the Tongbai County we have longed for. Here, the peaks are connected, the trees are beautiful, the water is as bright as a mirror, and the climate is pleasant. After getting out of the car, everyone stretched their waists and felt extremely relaxed. The roads are clean and the environment is secluded. The endless winding Tongbai Mountain is like a natural barrier, cutting off the dust all the way and introducing us into a world of fairy tales.
Tongbai has a long history. "Yu Gong" led the Huai River to be called "Huai Du", and it was historically called one of the seventy-two blessed places in the world. When we walked on this "blessed land", we were all shocked by the magical power of nature: this is a world of springs and stones. Every stone and spring gives people wings of imagination, so elegant and colorful, Unfathomable. Especially the springs, trickling into streams, intertwined in vertical and horizontal directions, making a tinkling sound, like delicate fingers plucking beautiful strings. Under the clear water, shiny rock eggs are often exposed, and the trickle jumps happily, stirring up fine crystals. Moreover, the shapes of the streams are different, and some flow suddenly and suddenly.
Collision with all resistance; some are light and graceful, like the dancing blue silk; some are lying softly, like the slanted and beautiful silk... And the road under our feet is made of stones, and the stones are connected with each other, and the teeth are intertwined. The title, crossing the shoulders of every stream, is like a thrilling plank road hanging in the air. People walking on it, looking at the blurred water around them, and listening to the symphony of streams in all directions, really feel like they have walked into Penglai Wonderland...< /p>
The traveling companions jumped for joy, whistled, and stood not far away from each other and called: "Hey... look... we are jumping up and down on the Huaihe River...
Oh, the trickle at the source of the Huaihe River! What a wonderful and magical sight...
In Gumiao Village, surrounded by green mountains, we found an ancient stele with the word "Huaiyuan" engraved on it. The characters are as big as a bucket, and the writing is vigorous and straight. Traveling companions gathered around to take pictures. Not far from this monument, there is a dry well. According to folklore, this is the place where King Yu locked up the dragon. According to legend, Dayu came to the source of the Huaihe River to control the water. The disaster in the Huaihe River was caused by the water demon Wuzhiqi. This demon had a body like a dragon and a head like an ape, and was constantly changing. King Yu then sent his nephew Gengchen to catch the demon, lock it in the well, and point the lock. The stone pillar said to Wuzhi Qi: "You want to be free, as long as the stone pillar blooms..." Year after year, the Huaihe River no longer flooded. Until the end of the Qing Dynasty, two imperial prison guards passed by and sent Hualing to Hua Ling. Hanging his hat on the stone pillar to enjoy the coolness, Wuzhi Qi mistakenly thought that the stone pillar was blooming, so he broke away from the chain and flew away with a thunderbolt... From then on, the people on both sides of the Huaihe River fell into floods again...
This legend is too much It has a lot of mythological color, but just like the local historical sites such as Huaidu Temple and Yu Temple, it reflects the people's respect for the flood control hero in their hearts.
Of course, what concerns us the most is still. Huaiyuan. Where did its first trickle originate? This is a question that even Shen Binghuang, a foreign student in the Qing Dynasty, wanted to find out: "Huaiyuan began in Dafu..." Again, it is Taibaiding, the main peak of Tongbai Mountain. There is a pool about seven feet across... There are three springs gushing out from the edge of the pool, flowing into the ground, and forming a river for six to seven miles. "Based on this, we searched for the source and climbed the mountain, climbing up the steps. The road was winding like a streamer, rising and falling, leading us towards the deep realm. Then there were cliffs and towering ancient trees. The stream was like a thin thread pulled from the top. , intermittently, if not, I lost the joyous momentum at the bottom of the mountain... I climbed one mountain after another, out of breath, and finally bypassed the "Eighteen Twist" and reached the "Line of Sky". Seeing the dangerous mountains on both sides confronting each other, a canyon covered with pebbles winds up, and Taibai Peak is vaguely visible among the clouds and mist. "Ten thousand acres of white clouds steam the green walls, and a yellow crane chirps in the sky." "This is a poem left by Bai Yuchan, a man from the Song Dynasty, who visited this mountain. At this moment, the artistic conception of this poem is even more vivid.
Near Taibaiding, we indeed found the seven-foot The water in the square Huai Well is very shallow, but the water is clear to the bottom. There are also three springs, the source of which is difficult to distinguish. Where there is clear water, it flows forward leisurely. The flow stops, then seeps out of the ground, and then hurriedly walks for hundreds of meters, leaching out bit by bit among the moss-covered cliffs. , a line, as clear as the morning sun, tinkling like this, and finally merged into a shallow stream, flowing down the cracks in the rocks... flowing down... countless streams gathered into small streams. If the stream is blocked, go around it to avoid the path. When you are tired, take a rest and then flow forward tenaciously, through the rock formations, at the bottom of the canyon, across the moist land, and at the mouth of the valley, and finally merge into a happy river. . The small river rushes, calling all the way, towards the roaring river...
Ah, the Huaihe River, the first powerful artery is beating like this!
Seeing these strange scenes, we unconsciously have many associations: Yes. In the world, any weak life, even if it is an undercurrent under the ground, is under heavy pressure, restricted, obstructed, and excluded, as long as it continues to exist. Gathering and flowing, you can eventually form an unstoppable force, rushing towards the thousand-mile long river and the vast sea...
Ah, the clear current in the upper reaches of the Huaihe River! In the momentum, there are turbulent waves and mud and sand... How can we get enlightenment from this flowing philosophy and maintain the purity and chastity of life forever?
In the face of this trickling mud? The trickle, I couldn't help but think of the origin of our nation's history. Its source is so pure, so clear, and so indestructible! After returning home, I finally sighed and wrote down this poem in my journey diary - /p>
Oh, the source of the Huaihe River,
the first pulse of life
A little, a trace, a wisp,
all are history. The original color...
The fairy tale-like experience on the top of Taibai,
embodies the origin of our nation
The sentiment, wisdom and virtue...
Humanity is a long river,
The face of history is evolving——
Your freshness, your plumpness,
Your roughness, Your sand moraine,
Oh, may the source be evergreen, may the tree of life be evergreen...
(This article was originally published in the supplement of "Liberation Daily".
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