I love you Luoyang
When I woke up at midnight, the faint fragrance hit me, I opened the windows, and the spring breeze was blowing through the city. In the night, catkins and flying flowers swirled in the halo of the street lights in the community...
Twenty years ago, it was also spring and April. Due to work needs, I was transferred to this strange city called "Luoyang". What greets me, a person who grew up with the wind and sand of the Yellow River, is the city's luxuriant flowers that "reach the sky with endless blue flowers."
In the courtyard of the Municipal Party Committee at that time, I saw the peony, which was known as "the best among thousands of flowers" for the first time. To put it bluntly, the impression given to me by this flower, which is known as the "national beauty and heavenly fragrance", is that it is too beautiful, so it looks more fake than the peonies printed on the quilt at home when I was a child. Wandering in the sea of ??flowers and falling reds countless times, I got to know cherry blossoms and Tangdi, redbud and peach, lilac and hibiscus, elm-leaf plum and crabapple. I also saw that both the colors and the flowers are more beautiful than the other. There are much brighter and more beautiful roses, zinnias and dahlias elsewhere. I was surprised, how could there be so many beautiful flowers in this city? ! It is true that "four colors turn into a hundred colors, all kinds of colors and all kinds of fragrance."
As the flowers bloom and fall again and again, this city and these flowers seem to have some special charm to me: I Praising the prosperity of "flowers bloom and fall for twenty days, everyone in a city is crazy", you can still appreciate the sadness of "the heart-breaking east wind falls peonies, leaving them in trouble for auspiciousness".
Luoyang has flowers because of its earth veins, and it is passionate because of the fragrance of flowers. Luoyang people's love for flowers is deep-rooted and is a custom. If a city is infected with a certain culture, the people who live here will be irresistible. So much so that every year during the flowering season, the most common thing I say when making long distance calls is "Come and see the flowers!" There is a casualness in my tone that is mainly anti-customer.
As an immigrant in this city, I feel novel about everything here. One spring night twenty years ago, I first took a rickshaw from Donghuatan along the city's most famous Zhongzhou Road to Gushui. The scene was as clear as yesterday. At that time, I felt like I was walking along this road. The aorta of the city is flowing and moving forward... never-ending, but as soon as you close your eyes, it seems that your eyelashes can touch the end of time and space. The city at that time was far less noisy than it is now, and you can feel its heartbeat and rhythm if you concentrate hard.
Whether it is the Muslim buildings in the east of the city, the antique buildings in the old city, the modern buildings in Xigong, or the Russian-style buildings in Jianxi, there is undoubtedly an architectural museum on both sides of Zhongzhou Road. They are all different in shape. They are telling the same topic: the changes of time and the changing of times.
In the first few years when I first arrived in Luoyang, I liked walking alone on the large and small streets between Jianxi Road, Zhongzhou Road, and Xiyuan Road, especially Piao. Snowy winter nights and drizzley spring evenings. Rows of dense street trees and neat rows of Russian-style buildings surround the heart of this emerging industrial city. There is a green belt connecting the factory area to the living area, which is connected with the spirit, open and stretched, and well-proportioned. This layout stretches for several kilometers and is magnificent. Looking at these three- and four-story red brick buildings designed by Russian designers, you seem to be able to see a hint of exotic atmosphere coming out of an occasional street corner, and you seem to be able to hear "Three Sets of Cars" coming from deep inside the building. and the reverie and sad melody of "Katyusha".
The streets and alleys here are obviously "neighbors" with imported goods. Most of the people working and living here are immigrants who came to this city for construction in the booming years, including people from Shanghai, Guangzhou and others. People from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, as well as Northeasterners from Harbin, Shenyang, Changchun and other cities, these immigrants once accounted for a large proportion in this city. Once upon a time, various dialects filled the markets and streets... Although they have been determined to live here, when there are some things in their bones that cannot be assimilated, and when everything is not enough to untie the "knot" of "homesickness", Jianxi has markets named after Guangzhou Market and Shanghai Market. Department stores have road names with obvious regional characteristics such as Jiangxi Road, Wuhan Road, and Nanchang Road.
I have always been moved and grateful for the grandeur and tolerance of the city of Luoyang. No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is for coming here, whether you are working, doing business, settling down, or just passing by occasionally, this city will give you courtesy and hospitality, unlike some cities that treat outsiders with a certain attitude. The politeness of distance or rejection altogether. This can be proven from the commercial and residential buildings rising from the ground, from the rows of shops, from the highway entrances and exits, from the Mangshan Airport, and from the stations and squares that are becoming more spacious and beautiful as they are built.
“A city without water is a city without a soul.” For Luoyang people, the Luohe River has always occupied a very important position in their hearts. More than once, I have gazed at the sometimes turbid and sometimes clear water of the Luohe River passing through the city for a long time, and I truly felt that the soul of the city was beating. When the Luopu Park on both sides of the bank stretches one kilometer after another, it not only provides Luoyang people with a unique leisure place in the country, but also provides a spiritual home for us wanderers and loners living in foreign lands.
I like to go to Luopu. I often sit there alone. Sometimes I don’t eat or drink from morning to night, ignoring people doing morning exercises, walking or singing, and just stay alone like this. Sitting on the ground, watching the new bridges being built on the Luohe River...
In the past twenty years, my mode of transportation has been as simple and simple as ever: walking on the flowery paths in the middle of the street while riding in the car, riding freely on the boulevards, and more Most of the time, like ordinary residents of this city, I take the bus to and from get off work and travel throughout the city... It is these ordinary life experiences that give me the opportunity to touch every inch of the city's skin, and also make me understand the city. The city has a better and more intuitive understanding.
I once naively guessed that every household and every foreign tourist in this city should have had a meal in the old city, because those storefronts, whether luxurious or simple, are always bustling with people all day long. . Not only for entertaining guests, not only for tasting the delicious food, but just by sitting at "Really Different", you can feel that Luoyang food culture is everywhere.
I once proudly said to out-of-town guests: "Xigong Restaurant is the kitchen of Luoyang people." This simple and clean civilian hotel has never closed for decades, regardless of holidays, rain or wind, night or day, 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. More than once, after returning from an interview at midnight or getting off the bus in the early morning, I came here to eat a bowl of hot noodles and two hot steamed buns. It was a convenient, casual and luxurious place, just like at home.
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Twenty years have passed by in these details. Looking at the increasingly prosperous city in front of me, and looking through the trivial words I have collected and written, I feel lucky and responsible for being a witness to the changes in this city over the past two decades.
Twenty years ago, when I first came to this city, I was still a young man in his 20s, and now I am a middle-aged man in his late fifties. In order to make a living, I am still busy in this city and will continue to be busy. In my spare time, I still go to Luopu to listen to the music, go to Wangcheng Square to listen to the opera, go to Jianxi to reminisce about the prosperity of the past, go to Luonan to appreciate the comfort of modern civilization, and go to Jianghe and the old city to see the customs and customs of the two streets... …
I consider myself a tree without roots, so there is no need for its leaves to fall back to its roots.
Luoyang, you are my hometown!
I love you, Luoyang!
The beauty of peony: the beauty of Luoyang coat of arms
The beauty of a city is like the beauty of a person. If the beautiful things are rich and grand, it is his whole picture; if the beautiful things are eye-catching and Small, that's his badge.
The beauty of peonies is that they can be worn, held in our hands, and pinned to our chests with just a flick of our fingers - look! I'm from Luoyang! Peonies are my badge! Therefore, since our city began to hold the Peony Flower Festival in 1983, when you go out and sit on the train, once those strange passengers know that you are from Luoyang, they will not care about anything else, and will "process you" in their brains. "The first signal is to put you and Peony together!
It turns out that when people living in this city are recognized by outsiders, the first background material they refer to is a peony flower! So romantic, so novel, so proud!
The aesthetic principle of the badge is to first name the origin of the wearer. The origin of Luoyang is the ancient capital and the city of flowers. Moreover, this flower city is a city of peonies, a national beauty and heavenly fragrance. The ancients once said, "Luoyang people are accustomed to seeing strange flowers. The peach and plum blossoms are not in full bloom. Only when the peonies are in full bloom can the city be filled with endless joy." The meaning is very clear: Luoyang people, who are accustomed to seeing strange flowers, do not regard various flowers as flowers at all. Luoyang people only recognize peonies. This is such a domineering and noble standard for flower appreciation. So I think that a few years ago, the personality and temperament of Luoyang was standardized within the eight words of "Millennium Imperial Capital, City of Peony Flowers". This is very accurate, because from the perspective of flower appreciation standards alone, the people of Luoyang in Kyoto are different from those in the small country. The standards for flower appreciation in Luoyang are completely different. Luoyang people's flower appreciation does have an aristocratic temperament. "A clump of dark flowers is a tribute to people from ten households." These two lines of Bai Juyi's poems can't be more clear.
So the badge is a kind of showing off, a kind of grade confirmation, and an honor that cannot be taken off.
I am afraid that every college freshman who comes out of Luoyang will be looked at differently by his roommates when he moves into a higher education institution, "Will you go to Luoyang to see the flowers in the future?!" In less than three days, I am afraid that all the students from Luoyang will look at you differently. All college freshmen in Luoyang heard this sentence.
At this time, these young people from Luoyang who went all over the country really began to be proud of this city. Because quite a few of them don't pay attention to the peonies around them, and feel that peonies are far away from them. They feel that those peonies are just in the Royal City Park, the Peony Park, the National Colorful Peony Garden... ...but never thought that Peony was on her body. Only then did they understand that peonies are actually a badge on their chests. Whether you like it or not, those classmates from all over the world regard you as a native of peony, and they have made a life-and-death promise to come to Luoyang to see peonies. .
Think about it, what a beautiful thing this is, and how natural it is. The fact that peonies are associated with Luoyang is truly a blessing from heaven. And Luoyang's ability to emphasize this fate through flower fairs one after another for more than 20 years is also due to its amazing perseverance and moved God.
The shape of this peony flower is huge and gorgeous, fragrant and eye-catching, which is exactly the material for making a badge. However, as the saying goes, "peonies are good paintings and should not be used on outsiders' walls." This peony is also stubborn, remembering that "Luoyang Dimai flowers are the most suitable." ", peonies are especially rare in the world"; this peony also strives for excellence, and will always be "Luoyang peony is the best in the world", so only Luoyang is the most qualified to wear this badge. This unique beauty is the most beautiful.
Look, what a coincidence! The aesthetic image of peonies is wealth, prosperity, and auspiciousness. This is exactly the good wish that our Chinese nation strives for, and it is also consistent with the overall trend of this era. Wealth, auspiciousness and peonies bring eternal happiness. Who wouldn’t want to wear such a splendid badge? In the auspicious culture since ancient times, the peony has always been the protagonist: gold carvings, silver patterns, wood carvings in the palace, and paper-cuts of the common people all regard peonies as symbols of auspiciousness. But this kind of love for peonies is basically manifested in the form of "pan-love", scattered in the brilliant cultural starry sky, and using a city as a carrier to weld peonies to its coordinates, only Luoyang .
In this case, Luoyang must wear this peony badge and take good care of it. It’s not just about wearing it, it’s also about having the spirit to wear it! You must have the qualifications and qualifications to wear it. Because the glory and confidence of the badge come from the person wearing the badge, from Luoyang's growing economic aggregate and cultural content, and from the noble yet down-to-earth charm of this city.
The beauty of peonies and badges is also the beauty of cherishing.
Modern Prose Poetry Travel to Luoyang
The old county of Luoyi, the residence of Emperor Han of the Han Dynasty.
There are eight capital cities and thoroughfares for ten provinces.
The flower rain in half the city leads to the Silk Road, and the Jiuqu Canal brings Beijing and Hangzhou.
From a bird's eye view, the six rivers are returning to the clan, and the sun and moon are dark and yellow.
The River Map and the Luo Book tell the signs of the sky, and the Nine Trigrams and Trigrams show the heart;
The purple myrtle shines around the imperial capital, and the Tiangang points to Luoyang in the distance.
Rouge snow, moon of Qin and Han Dynasties,
Sujin mandarin duck and dark palace palace.
The autumn wind in Luopu ruffles the leaves, and the bronze camel is filled with sorrow and joy at dusk.
The majestic beauty dances in the setting sun, and the snow petals fall softly in the flowing wind;
The fragrance does not move Beijing and Luo, and the plum blossoms are unparalleled in the world.
The clouds are brighter and brighter than the sun, and the grass fields are pale and yellow;
The autumn chrysanthemums are not inferior to the glory of the sun, and the green pines are indescribably gorgeous.
The decals are yellow, the red lips are opened,
The candles in the west window are cut and the eyes are blurry.
Since ancient times, flowers have filled the city with catkins, and articles from the Han and Wei dynasties are half of Luoyang.
The rich fragrance of ink wets the paper, and the inkstone gradually becomes thinner and warmer.
Zuo Simu’s wonderful pen produces pearls and flowers, and the three capitals stand out with their paper and pen.
Shu Baoke's death is a happy one, who sings "Yushu Flowers"?
You are as sad as the spring water, and the river flows eastward;
You look like the Goddess of Luo, and it is difficult to find you in the sky and the earth.
The shadows are sparse, the spring rain is continuous,
The dark eyebrows are gathered in the golden sequin.
As we turn around the corridor, the dewdrops make the bananas red and messy;
The moon is heavy with frost, and we drink wine and make shadows against the red railings.
The water in the center of the lake has both moving shadows, and the peony color outside the curtain is dark and light;
The ink stains the years with ripples, and the autumn rain hits the eyes when the string is broken.
How do you remember the twelfth floor of the Chongqing City, for whom were the blue shirts wet with tears?
The eight notes are played in succession and the seven strings are broken, and the fish belly is long and the ruler is swimming in the water.
Frost and morning dew, bunches of iris,
The heart of the wave is swaying with the sound of the flute.
The silk strings are playing with the sound and the tail is playing, and the city's songs are flying in Guangling.
The jade trees everywhere are also green, and the tunes are ringing slowly.
The journey back home is sad and cool with tears, and a poem can be written in seven steps as if it were on the cliff;
The golden cup stops singing and faces the moon in the sky, letting it smoke and the willows bloom.
Flowers fall indefinitely, and water is unintentional, and there is no time for infatuation, and all the words are in the heart;
As time goes by, love becomes chaotic for no reason, who is sighing, and misses a few inches.
The dust is like water, the sunset shadow is dim,
The moonlight is blowing on the sleeves and the cold flowers are full.
The rain is falling in Luoyang, and the snow is falling in Chang'an in silence and cold;
Looking at the autumn water relieves the sorrow of love, it is difficult to stop missing each other in one day.
The yellow spring and the blue fall are two majestic mountains.
It is hard to see the homeland. Looking back suddenly, a flash of splendor is like a spring breeze.
The red dust and the purple road are full of emotions,
as graceful as a startled dragon, as graceful as a swimming dragon, a dream of reincarnation of love and sorrow.