Folk legends and stories constitute an important part of Chinese folk culture and have a profound impact on the lives of the general public. The following is the legend of Gong Liu in Qingyang that I recommend for everyone:
Although Gong Liu lived among the Rong and Di people who relied exclusively on animal husbandry for their livelihood, he inherited the occupation of his ancestors and introduced grain from other places. Planted seeds, manufactured agricultural tools, taught people to develop farming, cultivate and sow seeds. Everywhere he went, he would look at the people's customs and solve any problems for the people. In spring, when the people were short of seeds and grain, they tried to provide subsidies. In autumn, the people's harvest was not good and they did not have enough grain reserves, so they tried to reduce the tribute. He planned everything for the people, so the people loved him very much.
At that time, Qingyang culture was just beginning. Many ethnic groups had lived in Qingyang, and there were many different customs and strange things. The astonishing phenomenon was passed down from word to mouth, adding more and more details, making it more and more strange.
Legend has it that in the summer of another year, there was a very heavy rainstorm in the Qingyang area. The flash floods washed away many people and animals, and submerged the fertile fields and houses along the east and west rivers of Qingcheng. . The floods continued to rise and threatened to submerge the entire city. Hundreds of households in the city and people who had fled from Sichuan Road were complaining and begging Gong Liu to find a solution. Gong Liu was very anxious and wanted to check the water level of the river himself. He made a homemade raft and used the current to float to the place where the east and west rivers converged in the south of Qingyang City. Only when he got there did he suddenly realize what he was doing. It turns out that there is a mountain ridge running from east to west, lying there like a giant dragon, blocking the rushing water of the river, forcing the water of the two rivers to wander and be unable to move forward. After Gong Liu inspected it, he decided to cut off the mountain and dredge the water source. So he rowed the raft back, selected dozens of strong peasants, and led them to dig the mountain. They forgot to eat and rest. They all focused their energy on one place and thought on the same thing, digging and digging. However, this mountain ridge was dug down during the day and grew up again at night. The digging continued for several days. At this time, the heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and the floods gathered more and more. It was only one or two feet high from the battlements. The people of the whole city were kneeling on the street, laying out whole pigs and whole sheep, looking at the sky and begging bitterly. Gong Liu's heart was on fire, his brows were furrowed, and he was restless. That night, as soon as he took a nap, he suddenly dreamed that an old man with a white beard slowly walked towards him and said: "You are not afraid of a thousand swords." Thousands of swords are afraid of the Nanshan grass. If the dragon's veins are to be broken, the reeds must be cut." After saying that, he drifted away. Gong Liu suddenly woke up. It turned out to be a dream. He felt that the words of the old man with the white beard were a bit strange. Then he lit lanterns and torches and wanted to visit Nanshan in person. When I came to the top of Nanshan Mountain, I suddenly saw a strange-looking reed. I pulled it out and took it to the mountain ridge where the soil was broken. I used the small saw teeth of the grass to cut off the largest reed on the mountain ridge. The mountain was broken immediately after digging. , Sure enough, in response to the words of the old man in the dream, I saw a stream of blood pouring out from the bottom of the mountain, joining the raging torrent, like a wild horse running wild, galloping southward. People shouted loudly: "The dragon's veins have been cut off!" "The dragon's veins are cut off"!
The sky has cleared up, the water has receded, and the ancient city is boiling. People decorate with lanterns, burn incense and set up memorials, celebrating the joy of overcoming the flood. People lifted Gong Liu up and threw him into the air again and again. The sound of laughter and singing resounded through the sky, and there was an atmosphere of joy everywhere.
Gong Liu asked the people to develop farming, cultivate and sow seeds immediately after the water receded. In a short time, the fields were full of mulberry and hemp, the valleys were full of wheat, and everyone had enough food and clothing. Later, when Gong Liu died, everyone commemorated his merits and believed that he must have become a god. They built a temple for him. During festivals, men, women and children went to the temple to offer sacrifices in the hope of a fruitful harvest.
People called the mountain range that Gong Liu dug up in the past known as the "cut off mountain." To this day, the mountain is still as steep and straight as a knife.
People also said interestingly: "If you don't believe me, go and take a look. The stones in the river south of Zhanduan Mountain are all red. They are dyed with dragon's blood!"
The legend of Gong Liu in Qingyang ends here. It’s over,
Postgraduate entrance examination Fugitive Ancient Xuanwu Sect King of Qin Spring and Autumn Period Sima Xiangru Zhuo Wenjun Han Xin Classics