One day, in the drizzle, we set foot on the road to enjoy the autumn at Liangsi Head. Due to road construction, all the way was muddy and blocked, which made people feel desperate. But the yearning heart has flown to that strange place. Soon, I finally reached the narrow intersection of the path, only to find that the path was like a dead branch and was thrown on the ridge of the field. Our four floats were smeared on the bleak painters piece by piece.
Suddenly, we came to the village. But seeing the rain in Mao Mao, the village lay quietly between the small beams. Xiao Caiqiu's scenery is cooler than getting caught in the rain. Sorghum in front of the village is clapping in rustling, welcoming a group of pretentious guests. Suddenly, a little dog strolled over. In his timidity, the puppy didn't look back, just left alone. In a vegetable garden, chickens in twos and threes are leisurely foraging. And in the alley next to it, there are two people with a puzzled face. Suddenly, a magpie passed by and awakened a dream of Xanadu.
We sat around the table of the village Committee and listened to the villagers telling stories. It's a desk, but it's actually six desks, which is a bit shabby. I listened and listened, lost in thought. The outside world is wonderful, and you are alone in this native land. You want to leave your roots here for future generations; You want to make the soul here immortal; You want to leave every grass, tree, brick and stone here, and even every story to future generations. Even if the west wind blinds, even if the ice is biting, even if you spit like a tide, you are determined, just like a bull, you will never look back once you pull it. You're not angry, but you don't want your junior to poke you in the back. The outside world is very attractive, colorful and delicious. You are attached to the mountains and rivers here. You want to leave the clean oxygen here to future generations; You want to pass on the blue sky and white clouds here to future generations; You want to make the pure fragrance of millet here into the burning torch of the Olympic Games. Even if you are frustrated, even if your career is shamed, even if your waist bag is gradually deflated, your heart turns to the brilliant sunflower, just like a donkey, and you never look back when you die. The outside world is helpless, materialistic, self-aware, dusty and rainy, and you are obsessed with Longyao culture here. You want to plant this place full of pine trees and turn it into Jinshan Yinshan; You want to restore the light of Liangqing Temple, which has already become a scorched earth. You want to develop the homesickness here into a vast and famous paradise. Even if it is a dream, we must walk forward against the wind and rain. This is you, but the bright future is destined for you. Standing behind you is the temple head of Yao Temple.
We walked out of the village committee, took an umbrella and visited the ruins of Liang Qing Temple along the path paved with red bricks. Along the way, it was interesting to see the old locust tree, the gourd hanging among the lush branches and leaves, or the garden like a lotus flower. Before Xing, I came to the ancient temple. Whenever this name is mentioned, it is always confused with Liang Qing Temple, but it is not. According to the Records of Yushe County, Liangtou Temple was originally built by Liang Monk at the top of the mountain, named Temple, and later renamed. "The temple here refers to the temple built at the southern end of a stone coupon bridge in the south of the village. Some people say that the name of the head of Liang Temple should be derived from the fact that the temple was built on a bridge. However, it has long been impossible to verify. The Liangqing Temple has disappeared, and only an ancient stone arch bridge spans the dry river bed and the thorny rocks. Bridge opening is made of pieces of finely carved sandstone, and the bridge body is made of layers of schists. The front mouth was carved with a dragon head, and the back mouth was carved with a dragon tail, but it was destroyed. It embodies the simplicity in essence and Zen in simplicity, and the carving skills of ancestors can be seen. Next to the arch bridge, I saw a stone tablet, the inscription has weathered, leaving only memories. Pulling open the grass, a broken wall and a broken brick seems to be saying that the wandering civilization here is embarrassing. On the mountainside above the temple site, there stands a pair of lovers, Song Qing, who look back at me. How many people have grown up in its eyes, and how many people are guarding it regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, can not help but sigh. In addition, above the stone bridge, there have been Bodhisattva Temple, Zhenwu Temple, Guandi Temple and ancient stage. Respectively dedicated to Zhenwu Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva and Jiutian Xuan Nv. The square garden is less than 100 square meter, but it is mysterious. It's a treasure trove.
Come out from the ruins of Liang Qing Temple, turn into the alley, and we will go to Fangshan. This seems to be an oil painting by Van Gogh. Looking from a height, it is refreshing to see the golden ridges and green hills and pines in Wang Po ditch under Wang Po Station. Suddenly, there were several crows in the distance, which attracted everyone to look around, but they didn't know where they were, and there was a feeling that the forest was deep and nowhere to be found. But seeing a group of rocks on a rocky mountain at the foot of Nanling Mountain, like a group of turtles scrambling to climb the mountain, can not help but make people point and give birth to infinite reverie; But I saw purple flowers dotted in the bushes, and the leaves were covered with dew, crystal clear and delicate as a bathed hibiscus. But seeing red dates, like red red beans, makes people drool and linger. At this time, a group of people are walking on a muddy road more than five miles long, winding like a snake, slipping down step by step, leaving the soil wrapped around their feet and sticking to their clothes. It's interesting, but they are smiling. Sometimes just playing with mud, sometimes crossing fields, sometimes stepping on soft grass, and sometimes drilling through sorghum fields. The autumn rain is big and small, and the umbrellas are dotted among the mountains all the way, which is the most dazzling. Looking back, the beautiful woman happened to be in the wild incense, smiling and taking pictures, which made people fall in love with the harmony between beauty and nature and could not help but be poetic.
Unconsciously, we boarded the Yao Shengang, that is, Yao Miaoling. With high hopes, "the Chu River is surrounded by mountains." Looking around, Yanjiagou and Baijiazhuang ambushed the battlefield, and the east and west mountains were hidden in the sea of smoke and mountains and seas; After seeing the mountain streams and mountains, the clouds are steaming and Xia Wei, as if heading straight for fairyland. Earl, the fog fills the air, covering the sky, and Xue Hai is boundless, just like a palace in the clouds. And this palace is the legacy of Yao Temple. It's boring to look for secrets in the rain. At this time, I can't help but have a lingering fear, but I have no distractions and I am bent on tracing the past. Staring at the ancient rubble, bricks and rubble, I can't help but think of the elegance of the three-temple house, what legends I think of, and imagine the Xanadu of Fangshan Village at the foot of the mountain. This is the Fangshan Mountain recorded in the Book of Rites, where Yao traveled to burn firewood to worship heaven. This is the uploaded Fangshan Mountain with Yao Temple on it. This is Yao Shengang, 40 miles southwest of the county town, which was uploaded by Yushe County Records in the eighth year of Qianlong. This is a common custom. From here to there, the ancient emperor Yao traveled to Fangshan and built an altar at the top of the mountain, hoping to sacrifice mountains and rivers, leaving behind the custom of firewood and lighting a prosperous fire. By contrast, Van Gogh should be dwarfed, even incomparable. Thousands of years of civilization, thousands of years of Yao culture, thousands of years of deep mountain treasures, only decades of Van Gogh can compare? However, this glory is almost gone on the ground. What a pity!
It's still a cloud, called the eighth generation of Emperor Yan, but a grandson. "Wang and Fang" are also similar, so the birthplace of Wang is also related to Fang. Fang, in addition to the "Fangshan" mentioned above, is also called "Fang Ze". Tang Kaiyuan Zhan Jing (Volume 1 18) Cloud: "With the Nest" Cloud: After the summer, Fang Ze came out. "Shanxi Tongzhi" also said: "Fang Ze is in the ascendant". However, whether Fang Ze is here has become an eternal mystery. But for thousands of years, under the shadow of Yao God, there are world-famous fossil treasures unearthed in Wang Ning, and there are Taihang Dream Gardens across the mountain and across the Zhanghe River. In Yaozitou village, there are ancient imperial censors, county magistrate Yin Liangwan, and now anti-Japanese county magistrate Guo. , is really a treasure of our country, excellent people. When I think of lingering in front of the three remaining ancient earth buildings, when I think of sighing in front of the collapsed earth buildings, it is not only a pity for the lost light, but also a reverence for our ancestors. I hope this Yao culture, I hope this ancient homesickness will blossom everywhere in the land of elm trees and make it last forever; I hope this ancient Yao temple will reappear in Yaomiao Ridge. I hope the Liang Qingshen Temple and the ancient earth buildings here can be reborn. I wish there were many things, but in silence, I have left.
In the interest, I can't help but fill in a [Qinyuanchun] Yao:
Panoramic view of Fangshan, Cuiling and Canyon. See the clouds steaming Xia Wei, smoke extinguishing dreams, caressing the past and present, crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I miss Yao Shen most. Look at the burnt firewood, which protects my children and grandchildren. We must go back and ask how many heroes are left on the wave of the future.
Time flies. But I lament that the wind is not magnificent. Fortunately, there are a group of poets who trace back to the source and sing poems and songs to show their ancestors. I only hope to cherish the inheritance and pass it on to future generations, and strive to be younger than Nanshan. Remember, let the world admire Chinese civilization!