Mounds surrounded by green trees, together with farmers who have been with them for generations, are stationed alone in the northwest of Xi' an, which is now nearly 500 square kilometers, which is incompatible with the buildings that have sprung up not far away. Whenever the wind blows, there will be a long dust fog, like a lonely soul that has been ignored by the world for thousands of years, dancing in wormwood, and the magnificent Weiyang Palace will never be found again.
I remember the day when the whole class went on a spring outing together in elementary school, standing at the top of this mound, overlooking the layers of oily green wheat fields under the breeze and touching the scene of the phoenix tree flower forest swaying purple waves. I think spring is really beautiful for the first time. But at that time, how could we know that under the black land under our feet, there was an ancient and vigorous soul-stirring, full of prosperity and chaos.
In the distant year, he was a high-spirited teenager with a splendid dragon pattern and a tinkling ring. He drove a long way with the sound of hooves. The wheel of history runs over every inch of blue bricks and stones in front of the palace. The young man looked at 3000 warriors and waved his sword and flag. Since then, with his own talents, he has settled in the north and cracked down on crazy Hu, giving this nation an indelible name-Dahan.
At the end of March, the roadside in front of the temple was full of cherry blossoms. A young man rode a camel across the desert and embarked on a long journey along the sunset from this road. Is to find a romantic dream, let him forget the loneliness of the journey. Behind him, the setting sun slowly passed over the cold pavilion palace, and the geese returning from the north touched the blue tiles on the roof of Changle Hall from time to time, like the China chapter in the dance era. Two thousand years ago, this city, in the name of Chang 'an, became the most powerful heart of China.
It is now a dusty ruins and construction site after demolition, and Weiyang Palace has also been circled, and an unprecedented archaeological park has been built. I often refer to this huge ruin area connecting the Second Ring Road and the Third Ring Road as the largest rural area in China. But I know in my heart that there are no towering office buildings, no magnificent buildings, no fields and no villages. Xi 'an, the quietest land, is the real soul of this city.
North of the city, another clearing, is no longer as lively as it was many years ago. On the night when the lights were on, it and Chang 'an ruins in Han Dynasty became two dark corners of the city that made outsiders wonder. There is no trace of flashy past, and there is no vicissitudes like broken walls. What is left over from the Millennium may only be the bright moon in the night sky. Without this park, few people would remember that it was the power center of the Tang Dynasty, Daming Palace.
Is there a night when paulownia blooms under the moon in Chang 'an? Under the scattered dust and frost, in the beautiful Daming Palace, the woman with natural beauty, wearing clothes and feathers, danced all over the city ... Is it really the peerless king who created the prosperous Tang Dynasty who was hit by her gentle eyes at this moment and finally got tired of power, just for a simple romantic love dream? It's a pity that history can't hold the bone-eroding amorous feelings of the protagonists of those times, and can't hold the tender-hearted beauty around them. Three feet of white silk, the beauty of beauty disappeared ... the moon in Chang' an has been deserted since then. ...
Chang 'an in the Tang Dynasty was a dream, but there was more than one dream. It is a dream of uniting the whole country, seeking the distant outside world, entering the palace to learn, embracing the country, lovesickness and blind date, and writing poems and songs. The last episode of "The New Silk Road" co-produced by China and Japan, Chang 'an, the eternal capital, was a young foreigner, Jing Zhencheng, who should have returned to Japan. He died unexpectedly before leaving and was buried in Chang 'an. 1000 years later, his inscription was found in the eastern suburbs. Like many foreign tourists in the Tang Dynasty, he regarded living in Chang 'an as his greatest dream when he was young. Sometimes I imagine that Chang 'an, which was almost as big as Xi 'an more than ten years ago and was home to hundreds of thousands of foreigners, is really a city of rivers and seas. ...
Now it's spring again, and catkins are flying. Thousands of years ago, on the banks of Langshui River, weeping willows flew like snow. How many heartbroken people hold hands and hurt others. Will the people who leave look back at Chang' an behind them and begin to miss this city bearing glory and dreams ... and has Jing Zhencheng ever helped in the snowstorm in Baqiao, staring at the East, missing his hometown and crying? ...
When I was studying in other places, I passed Baqiao several times by train. I don't know much about Tongguan and Songhan all the way. Now, further east, the window is drifting away, more like an endless and heavy history.
Prosperity, the past is like smoke. When Zhu Wen forced Chang 'an residents to move eastward with the army, when warlords mercilessly burned and looted this great city again and again. Chang 'an, finally the wind and cloud cleared away and no longer existed. Since then, the cultural and economic center of China has moved eastward.
"This once inclusive city has been dismembered and fragmented. I don't know what order and morality are. This famous city has surpassed any political center in history. After thousands of killings, there is no possibility of becoming Kyoto. "
Chang 'an, I left in my dream. Although the rulers of the Ming Dynasty built a wall as high as the South City of Beijing for it, and it has been preserved to this day, this city, which once embraced the world and was full of weather, has long lost its former scale and can only be called "stabilizing the west" ...
Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable. Qujiang lake has become bustling and noisy, and there is no Iraqi to lean on. In Leyuan Scenic Area, it is difficult to look at this magnificent city from a distance like a great poet under the dense smog. Beneath the Great Wild Goose Pagoda of Ci 'en, there is only one statue of Xuanzang, Mahayana, who climbed the Pamirs and learned the dangerous way without fear of snow and wind. Outside the city wall, there is a dazzling steel-framed glass building, which reflects the sadness of every ancient building. The resplendent palace has become a park surrounded by lush and repeated spring forests, and many visitors will feel its massiness with their heart. Guangyuntan, once a busy waterway, has long since dried up. How dare you imagine that it once carried a huge imperial water army? In Mount Li and Huaqing Pool, there is no more love and single flower, from the cloud as the center. In large and small ruins parks, the vicissitudes of the past are hidden in mottled tree shadows and exist peacefully in the noise of the years, even without the need for beauty to set off. Only in Li Bai's poems and songs, the dreamer's attachment to Chang 'an still exists:
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a single flower, from the center of the cloud, above, I see the blue and depth of the sky, below, I see the green and agitation of the water.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
In the early morning, the thick city walls and the clear water of the moat set each other off, and Sakyamuni hid a deep sigh in the long river of history, melodiously moaning about the slow years. Time flies, Xi 'an, in the swaying modernization, how can we keep this dream of recovery intertwined with prosperity and simplicity?
Xi' an, this is my hometown ... I think, if people really have an afterlife and this life, I might be a wanderer like Jing Zhencheng in my last life and stay in that magnificent city full of thousands of life stories for my dreams. It's the attachment of past lives, which makes me inseparable from here all my life. I'm haunted in Chang 'an. ...