Many people have heard the story of the ancient city. Many people just listen to those stories.
I have been to ancient cities in many cities across the country, but I can’t believe that I can encounter such a city. It is not so much an ancient city as it is an earth city. Such a city has a history of more than 2,000 years and is home to numerous legends and folktales, but most of its connotations are like withered grass in winter, ignited by the fires of time and turned into confused smoke, with fewer and fewer people understanding it. According to historical data, there are different opinions. Some say it was built before the Han Dynasty, and some say it was built before the Han Dynasty, and some say it was a place where the Han cavalry chased the marquis Gongsun Ao to guard the Xiongnu garrison and its fiefdom. "Changlu Yanfa Zhi" calls this city Fuyi City, saying that it was built to prevent Yilu, the leader of the Xianbei Tuoba tribe. "New Chronicles of Yanshan Mountain" states that Yidi is like the false sound of Fu Yi, and now its name has been recognized as Yudi City. In fact, my emotions towards historical documents are not strong, but I feel an inexplicable emotion when I look at piles of loess.
Such a city is currently on the outskirts of the heroic city - Huanghua City. It brings its own vitality and loneliness as its neighbor, looking forward to meeting someone who is connected to its soul one day. Historically, the Yellow River's diversion was not far from it. It was like the prosperity of the city and the countryside entangled with each other. The desolation of the water at the diversion contrasted with the bustle of Quidi City in the past. But today, many years later, , there is a sharp contrast between Quidi City and the changing city. I can't help but think of what Mr. Zhu Ziqing wrote, the excitement is yours, I have nothing.
At the beginning of 2015, I stepped into the ancient city again. This time there were no birds or clouds. Maybe this is because the ancient city was a little angry at me for leaving without saying goodbye last time. I had set foot in the ancient city many times before, and once I walked around the ancient city wall. I could hear my heartbeat with every step I took, as if It echoed the sound of the soil, but I walked in such a hurry that I didn't even have time to listen to the special feeling in my heart, so I walked towards the center of the city. In the evening when the moon has already lit up, the moonlight shines on every inch of the ancient city. My friend is preparing to take pictures of the city's ruins with his camera. He is a directing student in Beijing. Inexplicably, I feel that shooting in the evening may be a special arrangement. Maybe Quodi City wants to retain some of its mystery, or maybe it doesn't like modern high technology, just like it looks at the lights of commercial buildings not far ahead. It will feel dazzling. Quodi City, after all, has its own soul.
It is said that Quidi City used to be the place where Mu Guiying stationed troops. It is also said that Mu Guiying once gave birth to the Yang family's flesh and blood in this city. However, there is no way to verify this. What is certain is that people in the ancient city believe in fox fairies. There are now Northeastern courtyards surrounding the ruins of the city, and there are many legends of fox fairies in the Northeastern countryside. The Northeastern farmyards that appear here today give me a special feeling. In the past, people in the ancient city believed that the fox fairy was a god who brought luck and beauty to people. Now there are many flags flying in the ancient city, and some of the flags are marked with words of thanks to the fox fairy. I looked at the whole city, and the legends felt the same as the city, becoming increasingly vague. Or, there are only a few traces of words that can still explore the mystery.
The moonlight of Quidi City is reflected on the water, and the surrounding street lights gradually light up. I looked at the moonlight swaying in the water, and a feeling suddenly brightened. I remembered that every city does have a spirit. This spirit comes from the vicissitudes of historical changes, from the fact that the story is still going on, and from the feeling of loneliness. The accumulation of years. When I was preparing to say goodbye to Quodi City, I heard the sound of birds. Quodi City forgave me this time and did not come and go in a hurry. Looking up at the flags fluttering on the city, I seemed to hear tears dripping from this earthen city. Those wind sounds in the wilderness are not just its lonely sobbing, and the excitement is indeed no longer its own.
Quidi City is a spiritual city. There are stories of the sons and daughters of ancient heroes, civilized crossings, and the character of the Holy Spirit. The influence of time and urban expansion has left it only the appearance after wind erosion. I walked towards the wide road outside Quidi City. In the sub-zero temperature where street lights and moonlight intertwined, I couldn't help but feel that it was getting colder and colder. The city center was getting closer and closer to me, but the ancient city was still wandering around.