I don’t like Xi’an. The reason I don't like him is just because he is a city. I used this person. In my eyes, Xi'an is like a tall, tall man with a deep voice. His whole body is full of masculinity and majestic power. He lacks some grace and femininity of women. Xi'an is too masculine.
Friends invited me to Xi’an several times, but I rejected them all. What is there to see and do in Xi'an, the capital city? I suddenly landed in Xi'an. When I first met him, I felt like I was still in the capital, my hometown. What's so good about Xi'an? The ancient capital of thirteen dynasties, where is the ancient capital? I want to like him, and I want to find some ancient elements that I want. I was walking on the streets of Xi'an, and the Ming Dynasty City Wall really shocked me. It is wider and thicker than the Badaling Great Wall. Although it is not like the Great Wall undulating and circling among the high mountains, it still has a majestic and majestic spirit.
The city wall is guarded by a moat, which is broad and mighty. It will take some time to make the circuit by riding a bicycle. At least, when the car is driving in the city, the eyes cannot leave the gray ancient walls. There are shadows of Ming city walls everywhere.
I imagined a person wearing a long robe, standing on the city wall in the rustling autumn wind, playing Xun music. The sobs were floating in the wind and in the clouds. Thinking about this, even I suddenly felt ancient. White clothes, gray walls, tragic music, so beautiful!
I like these three words, grass and wood dyeing. It is really a matter of plant dyeing. Just pick a few leaves, put them on the linen, and smash them hard with a hammer. The fragrance of the leaves comes out, and it is fragrant on your hands, on your clothes, and in your eyes. It's not an ordinary fragrance, the fragrance of grass, the fragrance of fresh fragrance, the fragrance of nature. The ancestors of Banpo loved beauty. They dyed the linen with plant colors and wore it on their bodies. It looked so natural and beautiful that it blended with nature!
The Banpo ruins represent the childhood of mankind. Strolling through them, you can see semi-crypt, square and round houses, drill wood to make fire... bit by bit, you can soak up the ancient civilization created by our ancestors. Materials were scarce, so the ancestors farmed for food, weaved and clothed themselves, and lived the most authentic, relaxed and comfortable life with their original intentions.
No trip to Xi'an is complete without seeing the Terracotta Warriors and Horses. I saw the mighty Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Shihuang in the cave. Qin Shihuang is really interesting. If he doesn't live well and thinks about what will happen after his death, he will spend a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to build a mausoleum. Everyone is dead, you still need so many soldiers, horses, food and grass, what are you doing with empty power! What's the use of supporting these facades?
He asked, do you want to cry in front of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses? I said, I don't want to cry. No matter how fierce Qin Shihuang was, he also had soft moments. He didn't want to go through life and death for him. The soldiers who conquered the country burned tens of thousands of terracotta warriors and horses for him and laid them in his mausoleum. However, the ministers around him were very pitiful, and they were all alive and buried with him.
I like Xi'an a little bit.
Xi’an is like tree roots, what an apt metaphor. Among the four ancient capitals of China, Xi'an is the root of the tree, while Beijing is just the body and crown. The roots of the Chinese nation are in Xi'an. Thinking like this, I regret not coming to Xi'an earlier. How could the descendants of the Chinese nation not visit the important birthplace of the Chinese nation? Oh, I don’t want to call Xi’an Chang’an anymore. Chang'an is nice, grand, and has a sense of historical glory. No wonder, whether at the Banpo ruins or the Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses, you will meet many people of all colors. They traveled across oceans and seas, traveled across mountains and rivers, and found the roots of China.
Chang'an must be visited in one's life. must.
The words "Guanzhong Plain" always remind me of boiling loess, hard Gobi, and cave dwellings embedded in the soil. Yuanjia Village is located in the hinterland of Guanzhong. It is not a village in the Guanzhong Plain as I imagined. Today, it is less like a village and more like a small town, like a small town in the south of the Yangtze River surrounded by small streams. The fashionable decoration layout, renovated buildings, and shops facing the street are nothing unique compared to Jinli in Chengdu, Yandai Xiejie in Beijing, or Shuhe Ancient Town in Lijiang. Walking around, you can't tell which buildings are old and which are new. I have walked through many small towns, and Yuanjia Village is a town that has been copied and repeated. I don’t want to call it a village anymore. It is developing and has no connection with the village. Where is its originality, its simplicity? In the process of development and reproduction, the original character has been lost, except for the simple folk customs that still exist.
There are many trees in the forest, many stones in the forest, and many monuments in the forest. Forest of Steles, the ocean of Chinese calligraphy, and the holy land of Confucianism. Lin Zexu wrote the two characters "Lin of Steles". Because he was demoted from his official position, one of the characters on the stele was omitted. In Chinese calligraphy, there are many strokes and few strokes for a reason, and the typos cannot be identified. The ancients carved and wrote on the stele for future generations to copy and learn correctly. Later, rubbings were developed, which was more convenient and faster than writing with a brush. The Forest of Steles Museum is a place of tranquility amidst the bustle, with the fragrance of ink floating in the garden. There are university professors and calligraphers in the courtyard of the Forest of Steles, inheriting Chinese calligraphy in the form of one word, one poem and one song, and they respond to the scenery of the Forest of Steles with every movement and silence. I walked in the forest of steles, and the fragrance of ink dyed my clothes. Chinese calligraphy can be delicate, elegant, or profound. The beauty of calligraphy lies in every stroke.
The Small Wild Goose Pagoda is simple and exquisite, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. It is a brick tower building with dense eaves. It has been damaged by the wind and rain over the years, and it looks like an old man with gray hair, short stature and extremely thin. I call the Small Wild Goose Pagoda a sacred tower. Amazingly enough, a crack about a foot wide was opened in the tower during the earthquake, and it miraculously closed again during another earthquake 30 years later. The circular structure of the Small Wild Goose Pagoda's foundation is like a tumbler, which allows for the magical phenomenon of opening and closing.
The architecture in Chang'an is simple and elegant, with smooth lines, and historical relics are scattered everywhere. Da Changan Taikoo, the taste is too strong. Every corner and every gray tile is covered with the dust and smoke of history. You can see it clearly, smell it, and feel it. The night in Chang'an City is extremely beautiful. The ancient capital was in its prime, with bright lights and prosperity, all reflected in the charming night.
Chang'an has a long history, but unfortunately, the time I met Chang'an was too short. The past and present life of the "little clay figurine" and "Chang'an like a root" suddenly jumped into my complicated thoughts one by one. For a few days in Chang'an, I touched the roots of Chang'an's history and felt the slow and deep flow of blood. I fell in love with Chang'an even more. Especially the bright night in Chang'an.
Huaqing Pool, Daming Palace, Tang City Wall, and many more relics left me with thoughts for the next time we meet. Chang'an and I met for the first time, and we will meet again after a long separation.