The car flew over the Beiru River, drove through the ink painting pastoral, and headed south to Linfeng Village, to the people far away from the city walls, and to take a look at the ancient villages embedded in the time, and to see the mottled rain. How the passing years have crawled from the past life to this life, with every inch of the jade in the shade, orioles flying and flowers falling, revealing endless grievances and complaints.
The streams are the blood of Linfeng Village. One is Feng River and the other is Baishui. The two generals, such as Heng Ha, protect the village in the watery days, so they have a clear mind and a handsome temperament. Regarding the sources of the two rivers, "River Water" in "Shui Jing Zhu" says: Bai (Pu) water flows from the north to the south of the city, and Feng River flows from the northeast of Xiangshan to Jiajing to Shuitian Village. The village originally named Zhangjiageng was renamed Zhuwa Village due to the patronage and gifts of water, as well as the reform and innovation of the Zhu family and their cultivation of arboriculture, which made the family business prosperous and prosperous. Lipu and Fengxi scraped gold and jade, flowing crystals, and wind and water, creating the first mansion on the south bank of the Ru River. The two streams merge together, then go north and merge into the Ru River, and then flow eastwards and never return.
At the ferry of time, Linfeng Village came from afar in a dream. In the summer rain, it looked like a mirage, suddenly far and suddenly near, like weaving and silk, with all kinds of manners, splashing ink with a sorrowful voice. It's verve and fireworks. The village has three gates, which are carefully arranged according to the three directions of the Eight Diagrams. The "well"-shaped roads in the village lead to every door, hiding mysteries and mysteries. In the old days, there were three gates in government offices. Could it be that the Zhu family members who came all the way from Hongdong County, Shanxi Province had already paved the way for their own official career? The south gate is called "Laizhao", which is taken from the "Book of Songs" in "The Book of Songs". The wind is coming from the south." The southeast gate is called "Pu Bin" gate, which means "beneath the Pu Canal". The northwest gate was named "Linfeng" because of Linfeng River, and it was also called Linfeng Village. Caressing the rusty relics of the "First Year of Tongzhi" on the door, one can seem to hear the voices and faces of the ancestors still there. The silk thread of time spreads past the body, returning like water, disappearing in the vast universe, fluttering with simplicity. , elegant eyes.
There is a folk saying about the ancient village: the Tang Dynasty built the pagoda, the Song Dynasty built the courtyard, the Yuan Dynasty built the theater, and Zhu built the circle. Yuan refers to the academy, while "circle" refers to the rural village that emerged from the Zhu Ming Dynasty. According to historical records, during the reign of Emperor Xianfeng and Tongzhi, the Taiping Army rebelled here, and bandits arose in large numbers, disturbing the common people. In addition, due to the wet soil in the lowlands of the cottages and the flooding, the people were forced to build walls and build strongholds to prevent disturbances. In the era of war and chaos, people's livelihood was declining and there was unrest. Whenever there was trouble, the villagers here closed their doors and hid in the iron-walled and copper-walled villages to take shelter, eat, sleep, and cherish their peaceful days. Because of its ability to prevent bandits and block floods, Linfeng Village has been filled with myths and myths since the day it was built, making it seem forbidding and mysterious. On that day of that year, Emperor Daoguang died suddenly, and the world was horrified. On the same day, in Jiaxian County, 900 kilometers away from the capital, the owner surnamed Zhu of the ancient village died under mysterious circumstances, which made future generations more confused and awe-inspiring. Later, when soldiers and bandits fought against each other, besieged and attacked the village, and flooded the village, Linfeng Village remained unmoved and steadfastly protected the good families, homes, and livestock. By the 1950s, more than a hundred ancient villages in Jiaxian County had their walls demolished and piled up, but Linfeng Ancient Village was miraculously preserved. It can be seen that it shoulders the secret mission of conveying the legacy of ancient customs, and it remains undefeated and alive in the world. .
Small bridges, flowing water, gurgling folk customs, old houses in deep alleys, jumping out from the noisy small town, I suddenly fell into the ripples of time, feeling the same emotions through the ages, as if it were the past. Walking along the ancient Tea Horse Road, you can catch a clear poem or a beautiful painting with every step you take. The poignant beauty and exquisiteness from the depths of history are revealed like smoke from a kitchen stove. I can imagine that the Qingming River Scene in the countryside that year would also have the ancient and elegant charm of "small bridges, flowing water, people, withered vines, old trees, and dim crows". In the days when wormwood curled up, those people named Zhu wore bamboo hats and worked hard with plowshares in their hands. The village girl's forehead is lit with pink, and she passes by the door lintel decorated with red paper. No matter whether she is rich or poor, she is grateful. The village with birds singing and the fragrance of flowers looks real and pious. The blue brick and blue tile buildings here are restrained, subtle, simple and elegant. There are three Ming Dynasty residences in the village, which are as rare as morning stars. There are nearly 400 residential houses in the Qing Dynasty, especially the three houses of the Zhu brothers. Most of them are courtyards with one into three or one into four. All of them retain the color of the past life that has been eroded by wind and rain, and every intricately carved door and window echoes With a sad charm, looking back suddenly, it seems as if an antique Xiapei is draped over my shoulders.
Standing in the tall and exquisite gatehouse of the Zhu Family Courtyard, looking around, the gracefulness of its arrival as promised instantly overwhelmed me, and I was holding the lantern of this life, searching for it. Haunted past life. Walk deep into the alley to see the old house.
The exquisite brick carvings, stone carvings, and wood carvings are engraved on the intervals of time, as if they were pasted on the temples in the past life. In front of the door of most wealthy people's homes, there is a brick wall called a screen wall. There are often flowers, pines and bamboos on it, or patterns of pine and crane prolonging life, magpies climbing plum blossoms, unicorns sending children, or fat and thin calligraphy of fortune, fortune and longevity. The atmosphere is filled with the fragrance of books and calligraphy. The secluded courtyard, a flower window, an old well, a corridor, and a stone carving are all full of interest, expressing the classicism, elegance, gentleness and tranquility contained in the ancient times. And those elegant stories, Tang poems and Song lyrics are at your fingertips. On the screen that depicts the years, the poetic and picturesque scenery and the beautiful vision of thousands of years are clearly visible in front of you.
In the Zhu family courtyard, there are sayings: "For hundreds of years, people have done nothing but accumulate good deeds, and the first good thing is to read books." The couplets such as "Be practical and practical, perform benevolent and righteous deeds and reach far away" are hung in the hall and study room. The pen is full of ink, vigorous and vigorous, and the luan is fluttering and the phoenix is ??floating. It can be seen that the Zhu brothers' bells and pans, family prosperity, and prosperity are, in my opinion, all attributed to the elegant Zhu family sages and their quiet and leisurely reading time.
I stood alone holding the door of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, maintaining tranquility and tranquility, and quietly chatting with the previous residents. Among the sparse shadows and bamboos, beside the well under the honey locust tree, my boldness and grandeur spread freely in the corners of the houses in Linfeng Village, rising and spreading. I am like one of them, either a hero who becomes a beauty in anger, or a swordsman who leaves no trace for thousands of miles, or after dancing with red sleeves, I become an exquisite plot in the village. The forest and reed pond outside the village is the gentle place where my bones were buried in my previous life. It seems close yet distant amidst the mist of the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs.
I stepped out of the village gate and turned around, while Linfeng Village continued to move forward alone. I took my book and sword with me and traveled far and wide from now on.