I heard the sound of time passing by, and the figures of some things sliding past in the light and shadow. The birds that once flew in front of and behind the house could not withstand the test of long years and disappeared, leaving only the vast trees spreading a lonely shade, covering up an eternal heart-wrenching suspense.
After lifting the shade of leaves, the cave dwellings are as dilapidated as the hollow eyes of the earth, facing blankly the long wind in the wilderness. Who would have thought that this place was once filled with fragrance, filled with ambiguity, filled with laughter, youthful and vigorous.
The cave dwelling is gone. But the air above the cave dwelling still carries the distant past.
Taking advantage of the upright nature of loess, the first ancestors of the Loess Plateau dug a hole on the edge of the loess cliff and got into it. This cave dwelling blocked the weather, rain and frost, and brought them physical benefits. comfort and mental ease. Looking around the cave, they began to decorate the cave dwellings in a simple way, and they began to reproduce for generations. A cave dwelling shuts out the distant world and shuts the unparalleled customs inside.
So the cave dwellings on the Loess Plateau have thousands of years of legends and thousands of records.
So, how many generations have lived in a cave dwelling? How many people and livestock were raised in the crop fields in front of the cave dwelling? How many dawns has the cock crowed? How many seasons has the dog barked? How many wars took place before the cave dwelling?
Cave dwellings are a testimony to thousands of years of history. It has witnessed the thousand-year war for separation, and the thousand-year war for reunification; the thousand-year separation and reunification, with different flags waving, each telling its own heart; it has also witnessed the harm caused by the rain in the thousand-year separation and reunification. The hearts of generations.
Generations of bitterness, generations of rain and snow, the cave dwelling is like a taciturn philosopher, using his cold eyes to record sharply on the long scroll of history: How many heroic bones are buried underground? How many ideas have become leading banners? Do you still have dreams and hopes in the passing years? Cave dwellings reveal a truth to people. In the records, those who have insight into everything understand that the road to survival is very long. In the meantime, you have to live for a thousand years, endure for a thousand years, be great for a thousand years, be humble for a thousand years, dream for a thousand years, hope for a thousand years, love for a thousand years, and hate for a thousand years. So I can't help but have a passion for the Loess Plateau and cave dwellings for thousands of years.
Bring thinking, reason, records and discoveries. Walking through the cave dwellings on the Loess Plateau is like walking through a story that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. Today's cave dwellings show a sense of remoteness, desolation, forgetfulness, and obsolescence. It's as if a dim light shines through from thousands of years ago, swaying faintly in the decayed door.
Spring is here, and in March when life emerges from the horizon, amidst the overwhelming green, I see the loneliness flowing from the cave dwellings.
The owner of the cave dwelling moved away. At the same time, the birds, hares, mosquitoes and flies here were removed, along with the sounds. All that is left in the cave dwelling is the long wind. Once the long wind passes, there is silence. The long wind blows against the forehead of the cave dwelling with its destructive nature. The two doors, either vermilion or pitch black, that had been opened and closed were mottled by the wind. Outside the door was history, and inside was memory.
As if it was yesterday, a baby's cry came out of the cave dwelling to announce his arrival to the world. This cry also told people that he was a person who could not be ignored. When he came, he would be in this cave dwelling. He will laugh and play in this cave dwelling, he will also cry and be sad in this cave dwelling, and he will live, grow old, sick and die in this cave dwelling just like his previous generation, then everything in this cave dwelling will be his.
One morning, the little boy who was just born and the calf who was born on the same day were sucking the milk of their respective mothers. Their adorable expressions were like a picture. It was snowing and windy outside, and it was freezing cold. The cave dwelling is peaceful and warm inside. The wind's footsteps were knocked back hard when it reached here, and it couldn't blow through the door no matter how hard it blew.
One noon, the boy had grown into a young man, leading the calf to graze in the field in front of the cave dwelling. The flowers of the fruit trees beside the field are in bloom, the old cattle are walking slowly in the field, and the plowshares have turned out fertile, moist land exuding the unique smell of earth. The cave's gentle eyes caressed the two friends who had grown up together.
Teenagers, young people, middle-aged people, old people, the vision of cave dwellings soothes people's hearts. No matter how far people go, they can never get rid of their concern for the cave dwelling. When the summer is hot, I miss it for its coolness; when the winter is cold, I miss it for a firewood to ignite a kang of enthusiasm and a lifetime of tenderness; I miss the old parents with gray hair who live in a cave dwelling and look around. No matter how far the soaring wings fly, they will eventually land on the tops of the rows of cave dwellings on the Loess Plateau. The cave dwelling is not big or spacious, but it is filled with memories of several generations.
Nowadays, cave dwellings are gone. Cave dwellings will become history. History is like a yellowed bookmark.
Looking at the events recorded in the cave dwellings, the easiest treasures to find are hidden in people's breasts. The cave dwelling is like a person who is willing to hollow out the light, standing on a historical high point, uncovering the things on the earth, and having a cordial conversation with Liuyun and Changfeng. During the conversation, we listened to the billions of tons of birdsong and insects stored in its bones; we felt that the vast twilight was no longer the melancholy of one person. Melancholy should be the melancholy of an era.
In the river flowing in front of the cave dwelling, a strong wind blew once in a thousand years. We found ancient fossils, let us read about dense forests and vigorous grasslands, and let us understand the vicissitudes of life and the changes in the world. Let us understand that the history of the Loess Plateau is as thick as the loess layer, and the history of cave dwellings is as profound as the Loess Plateau.
Walking in Zhuangzi, all I see is desolation and dilapidation. Cave dwellings as an era are gone. Walking in such an era requires perseverance and wisdom, and it interprets freedom and romance. Walking here, you can see the blue of the sky, read the beauty of the trees, appreciate the ghosts of the rocks, feel the coolness of the wind, and bathe in the warmth of the light. Sitting on the wooden post that used to tie the cattle in the yard in front of the village, I thought about the chewing sounds in front of the stone trough and the quarrels of chickens, dogs and cats in the yard.
Cave dwelling, your joints stretch in the wind, the babies conceived in your thick body, all the lives that once ran joyfully under your gentle eyes, have left you. Only I am here to meditate and practice Zen; only I am here to look for the slanted past; only I am here to recite the sunshine in your yard, from the first page you start to the last page you end.
A cave dwelling is a landscape, and many cave dwellings connected together become poetry.
The quiet cave dwelling is covered by morning light and sunset, just like a mother caring for a long-sleeping baby, exploring the secrets in the snoring with hope. In the cave dwelling, there is no longer the sound of the bellows that once brought about the reincarnation of time and brought us closer to the setting sun. The twists and turns of our sight salvage the fatigue related to waiting.
Here, no one is singing to wine and singing on a hazy moonlit night, or singing to the snow in the vast land. In a cave dwelling, you can only speak to the flowing clouds and the Changfeng.
Your vast language is covered with soil. Every sentence is straightforward, and every sentence reaches the heart. The trees and rivers around you are all listening to you quietly. You fill the future journey with loneliness that no one can understand. You imagine who will fish for your warmth alone in the depths of the years, who will burn dreams in the barren night, looking for illuminated loneliness along the years of prescriptions.
Now, your time is gone. That bodes well for development. Development is a good thing. The eyes of a wise man see not only desolation, but also beauty, magic, and sacredness.
You exist and you are beautiful. You are far away, but you are also a beautiful existence. It is you who have sheltered generations of people, and it is you who have made generations feel warm. Whether desolate or sacred, truth is your memory.
The people who once lived in your arms will never forget that your chest is wrapped with thoughts; they will never forget the comfortable freehand feeling when they hear the laughter of life; they will never forget the roar of love inside your door. The aroma of the cooked food; I will never forget the warmth you gave me during the cold weather.
History will help you record your thick footprints!