My hometown is at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain in Taoluo Town, Rizhao City. When I was a child, I often went to Phoenix Mountain with my grandfather. My favorite is the big ginkgo tree as old and tall as the canopy. Under that tree, there are a series of footprints left by my childhood playing hide-and-seek with my friends, as well as my longing for the future and pink dream left by wandering alone under the tree when I was a teenager. At that time, I always wanted to know who planted such an ancient tree, but few people in the village could tell clearly. My grandfather said that it was planted by Jiang Taigong when he took refuge in the East China Sea coast of China. It is even older than the ginkgo tree in Fulaishan, Juxian County. At that time, I knew nothing about Jiang Taigong, but my grandfather was my hero and knew everything. I believed everything he said. Later, I heard from a friend that the ginkgo tree was cut down during the Cultural Revolution, and I was as sad as losing my grandfather. My golden childhood will never be found again, alas! My ginkgo tree is as old as grandpa, and my soul is back!
I remember that the mountain to the west of Phoenix Mountain is called Caishan, because my name is Cai Hong. My grandfather is a master of Feng Shui. He said that Caishan Mountain has excellent feng shui, with the sea in the east and the mountaineering mountain in the back. There are bodhi old zu and sun stone on the mountain, the Sun God Mausoleum on the left and Jimiaolou Mountain on the right. It is the best feng shui treasure he can see in Rizhao, and there will be great people in the future. In addition, Wang Xianhe in the mountains was given by his ancestor Qin Shihuang. Grandpa said the word wealth is too corny, so let's call it Cai Hong. I don't think it's useful for me, but it's true that Taoluo Town at the foot of the mountain has always been a prosperous commercial port, and there is a world-class Nobel Prize winner Ding Zhaozhong in the town.
Grandpa said that the so-called bodhi old zu is a stone head in the south valley of Caixin Mountain, tall and big. When I was a child, I often climbed to the top of the stone statue to see the scenery, and sometimes I learned to pee on it. The sea breeze blew and it was very comfortable. I didn't know it was a stone portrait at first, but I thought it was a tall and big stone. It was fun. But my grandfather said it was a stone statue, which was left by an ancient ancestor earlier than Qin Shihuang, because there was a round sun painted under the stone statue, and it must belong to the sun god or goddess. Maybe it's because of long-term wind and rain erosion. Most of the stone face has fallen off. Only by careful observation and a little imagination can we see that this is a personal portrait. So few people in the village believe grandpa's story, but I do. Later, I never dared to hit the head of the statue of Sai-jo again.
I don't remember what the mausoleum of the sun god looks like. My grandfather said that the Sun God Mausoleum is actually a pile of rocks, but because there are rocks around it to form circular and radial light, he called it the Sun God Mausoleum. This is my grandfather's invention, and the villagers call it Luanshigang. Now I know that the original tomb of the ancients was to pile stones on the dead to prevent wild animals. This is probably the predecessor of the tomb.
Although I haven't returned to my hometown for many years, Sunstone and Jiming Mountain still often appear in my mind and in my sleep. The sun stone is actually a round boulder, standing alone on the top of the mountain, which really attracted me when I was a teenager. I wonder who has the strength to move it to the top of the mountain. At that time, I thought it must be made by a fairy, so I often pretended to sleep under the sun stone so that I could meet the fairy in my dream and teach me one or two treasures or spells. Later, after repeated attempts, I was very depressed. I realized that I must be not interested in gods, and then I lost confidence. I asked grandpa who made the sun stone. Grandpa said it might have been made when Pangu created the world. It might have been a boulder left over by the goddess mending the sky stone, or it might have been made by the sun shooting down from the sky, but there were no arrow marks on the sun stone.
Standing at the top of Caishan Mountain, looking north, Xu Jilou Mountain looks magnificent like a rooster crowing for a long time. No wonder people call it Xu Jilou Mountain. Grandpa said that in ancient times, there were ten suns in the sky, which made the earth dry and cracked, the grass didn't grow, and the particles didn't harvest. People prayed to the gods at the top of the mountain. The God sent his son, a warrior who used bows and arrows, named Daxie, to shoot down nine suns in the lower bound, and the last one was too scared to come out at the bottom of the East China Sea. Without light and warmth, people can't live, so they come to ask the gods again. This time, the gods sent a jade chicken that can only speak the sun language. Yusuke told the sun that God had forgiven all its faults and let it come out to serve mankind. But the sun is afraid of the arrow of the big pavilion, saying that it will only dare to come out if Yufeng guarantees it. In this way, Yuji settled down at the top of the mountain behind Jimiao and called the sun out of the East China Sea every morning. This story left a very shocking impression on my young mind, and I often pestered my grandfather to repeat this beautiful story in the future.
I still remember the story of an old mother temple and a wooden knife killing people at the foot of the mountain. It is said that the old mother temple has a temple fair every year, but one year at the temple fair, a player killed another person with a wooden knife, and the old mother temple has declined since then. But my grandfather said that his grandfather told him that the predecessor of the old mother temple was actually the old mother cave. The old mother cave faces east and west. The entrance is narrow, but the cave is deep and high, dedicated to the old mother and queen. My grandfather's grandfather once found a strange phenomenon, that is, whenever the spring equinox and autumn equinox season, the sun can shine on the stone statue of my old mother. Isn't this a miracle? I know there seems to be such a phenomenon in the west. The old mother's request was very effective, so the incense continued through the ages. In the late Qing Dynasty, the old mother cave collapsed for some reason and the stone statue was lost. Later, people built an old mother temple near the old mother cave, and it was still responsive and incense continued until the story of killing people with wooden knives declined.
To the south of the Sun Stone, there is a mountain peak to the east of the ancestor statue, whose name has been forgotten. I just remember standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the sea in the east, the ginkgo trees on Phoenix Mountain and the surrounding scenery. What I like best is the spectacular scenery in which the sun emerges from the East China Sea, the sunlight climbs the branches of Ginkgo biloba, and the blue waves are boundless and the sun is shining. In rainy weather, the water vapor from the sea fills the air in the mountains, surging like a storm, flying around and bumping, bursting with pines, raining and spreading, and being extremely decadent, just like the fairy mountain Qiongge. At that time, I thought it must be the most beautiful fairyland in the world. Qin Shihuang called this place Wang Xianxi. If the immortal is not here, where will he be?
The long river of memory, once opened, is hard to stop. I often miss my grandfather. He is a frustrated scholar, but he enjoys high prestige in the village. He is famous for his geomantic omen, and he is also very knowledgeable. Villagers always like to ask him for advice when they are in trouble. Grandpa often said that he would write a story book about Cai Shan, but after the war and displacement, he didn't write it in the end. Now that I have reached my grandfather's age, I really want to go back to my hometown and see the hometown that has plagued me for many years. Ginkgo trees are dead, and sunstone, Jiming Mountain and stone statues are still to be built. The old mother temple is gone, so the temple site should be kept. Today is the 60th anniversary of Grandpa's death. Writing a few lines can be regarded as a commemoration of Grandpa and the ancient ginkgo tree in his hometown. According to textual research, Rizhao is one of the most prosperous and developed areas of ancient Dongyi people. This is the location of the river tribe landscape recorded in Shan Hai Jing, and it is also the location of the ancient Juguo in the Spring and Autumn Period. It is always fashionable and polite. Sunstone is the product of sun worship of Dongyi people, and it is also a family heirloom and a national treasure. Sunstone was destroyed twice. According to the weathering degree of the section of the sun stone, a sun stone was cut off from the top for the first time thousands of years ago. During the Cultural Revolution, the Sun Stone, as a typical feudal superstition, was destroyed again, and a piece was chiseled off from the left front. The villagers still remember the destruction. In 20 13, the gouge marks on the stone still exist, and the residual stones under the slope still exist, which witnessed the extraordinary experience and legendary story of Sun Stone respectively.
There are ruins of the Sun Temple on the south side of the Sun Stone. It is said that this temple was built by the last monarch of Ju State, but it was not built. In 43 1 year BC, the State of Ju was destroyed by the State of Chu. Stones used to build temples are still scattered on the site.