The sound of time has not yet opened the door string of the vernal equinox, and the phoenix tree is ignorant of combing its furry face. Bauhinia has quietly opened its branches, and cherry blossoms are a little earlier than in previous years. The bud of a tree is shy to be released, like a bride in a red veil, just waiting for the breeze to blow all night, only to be gently picked for a happy balance, and a visual feast will be as bright as fireworks and bloom instantly.
Just like the bleak of bauhinia, the early spring in a small town is elegant and rich, just like the fiery cherry blossoms, and the mid-spring in a small town is full of enthusiasm.
It seems that I was still wearing a thin coat yesterday morning. Walking out of the office building this afternoon is like going into the wrong season and suddenly rushing into the hot summer. As a result, the streets and alleys, like a long T-stage, all the four seasons' costumes were dazzling and suddenly appeared. The audience was dumbfounded and couldn't help laughing. Only leisurely white clouds line the blue sky, and only the city's bonus reflects the willow green, which is a beautiful scenery.
If you fall in love with someone, someone will say that you are chaotic from his voice, then if you miss a city, someone will say that you are melodramatic from his name. Whether it's melodramatic or emotional, you may go deep with him, and then drag it back for a while. It doesn't matter if you can't hold on. I sincerely review that you have done a good job: it seems reasonable, then I am wrong. What happened afterwards? Still in love, studying.
You are as stubborn as ever, just like an affair in a small town, and a faint light passes through your pen. No matter where you touch it, you can't help falling in love with it: look at the water features in the south of the Yangtze River, sung by a fishing boat at night. It is actually not Jiangnan, but a small town by the Hanshui River. Its reputation, the meaning of peace and health ... you never tire of rambling about it, just like an old cousin in Gege Village. Let me see that small animals are harming crops again. It's strange not to tear off snail fat. "The same scene appeared again the next day, still carrying a round body, rushing to catch chickens, still yelling at Dalin's house.
Langzhong, cloudy with light rain, maximum temperature 13. In the afternoon, you accidentally turned to such a message, which made your heart beat and your expectations filled with joy. Just like that distant town, it's your long-lost lover in your dream. Looking for it, there was no news, and suddenly a piece of paper came out of nowhere. What a familiar voice, what a thrilling breath.
Waiting for you, meeting! Where, Langzhong?
Two strangers, as flowers as the sea.
When the fine raindrops began to knock on the window, the distant mountains were close to the water and gradually blurred.
Open WeChat, "Meet Wuyuan, with whom?" On the way to Mei Chen's run, she left a flattering face in her circle of friends, and Xuan got up with a "hehe".
At that time, you just went out, quietly like the winter jasmine in the corner of the east gate of the compound. From the first Haruka you sang at the end of winter, you recorded her growing process with pictures one by one. It lasted for two months and a hundred flowers blossomed. "What kind of belief will make generate so powerful?" You are too emotional.
Willing to share beautiful words, but you can't walk into her life. You are always separated from her by a flower.
Before the evening, the phone calls will follow, and her temperament is different from that of Mei for more than one season. Eating is always the main theme of her way. That autumn, she was enjoying the red leaves in Guanwu Mountain. Because time was tight, she didn't eat them in her heart, and even lost a little temper. After she came back, Xuan ignored her for a week, but maybe before the afternoon, she would be hit like a rose in late spring.
The rape flowers in full bloom around have already crossed the waves, and then go forward. You can even see the magnificent golden yellow along the ancient terraces built in the early Qing Dynasty, which is quite spectacular. Before Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was also the harvest season for tea farmers, and the first wave of new tea was in full swing. If the weather is fine, you can also hear the tea-picking tunes handed down from generation to generation in Chashan. I want to go to Wuyuan at this time Does plum smell anything? You smiled.
It was still raining when I changed trains. You are familiar with the burning Sichuan sound. Long phrases float in the drizzle, and when they are near, they are far away. If there is a conversation between two neighbors.
This is a foreign land, and you are a passer-by. Like wandering on the bluestone board in the light rain, stop and go; Like to shuttle through the crowded crowd and listen attentively; I like to stop in front of traditional folk decorations in other places and spread legends; I like to linger in all kinds of tempting food and savor it. I like to shoot unknown rivers and mountains, and my vision is bright; The echo of the mountain, the singing of the bluebird and the Sanskrit sound of the temple will be left intact; Even happily follow a strange old man, and you try to get close to his old story.
The bus is still driving at a high speed, and the rain seems to have stopped. Outside the window, it suddenly dawned, and the golden ridge smoothed the nearby ravines and ridges, rushing into the distance like the tide, and the rape flowers in northern Sichuan were just gorgeous. ...
In a trance, you are walking home.
Listen, riverdance.
Jialing River climbs mountains and mountains, rushing all the way, and comes from the northwest.
The smoke is vast, so I'll take Wan Li Road. I may be tired when I get here, so I am stumbling. It's just that you firmly believe that there is a touching legend here, which is also this season. After a spring rain, cherry blossoms are in full bloom nearby, and the green willows are graceful. You look up at the gorgeous golden color. Looking at the distant mountains like Dai, you think of your childhood in your hometown, the woman who once clasped her fingers, Ruan? I can't help crying and hesitating.
Such a plot, how old-fashioned, but you still believe it. The topic of love, from ancient times to the present, lasts forever, and the energy he inspires is earth-shattering.
So, a magical act of creation, I swear to heaven: I love you, and I have no regrets in this life! The river is like a dragon, winding around the city, dancing with spectacular totems, and then resolutely heading east. My hero takes the affairs of the world as his duty. From then on, a fantastic city stood in the middle of the river, and the ancient Langzhong showed the world the glory of the river in a lonely manner.
Quiet in the plot arranged alone, I don't know what night it is, bow my head and look up, full of tenderness.
The unique landform of He Chuan endows Langzhong with a long history of Bashu culture, where the last capital of Pakistan was in the Warring States Period. Later dynasties built counties and houses here. Zhang Fei, a powerful Shu Han star, once guarded the city for seven years. The Tengwang Pavilion, built by Yuan Ying, the son of Tang Gaozong Li Yuan, is an eternal quatrain of Du Fu when he lived in Langzhong and visited Tengwang Pavilion, and it is still sung by the world today.
Jialing River flows through Langzhong, which was called Langshui in ancient times. Langzhong, named after being surrounded by Langshui, is now known as the Millennium ancient city.
The old landmark of the ancient city, Champion Square, walks into the high stone tablet, just like crossing just visiting. Blue-gray slate roads, brown mahogany lintels, carved beams and painted buildings, hollowed-out window grilles, cornice tiles and long streets and short lanes are all littered with fragments of tang style's clear rhyme. Ancient courtyards came one after another. The four families, Zhang Jia, Li Jia, Qin Jia, Du Jia and Pu Shi, walked into all the pavilions, simple and elegant, like ladies hidden in the depths of time, not eclipsed by the tempering of time, not confused by the changes of the world. How deep is the Waterfront Inn and Courtyard? Five patios, the courtyard is independent, just like entering a maze, looking back, I can't find my way.
Gong Yuan was built in the Qing Dynasty, and it has basically been preserved to this day. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of talents are gathered here, the style of writing is flourishing, the town is the top four in Tang and Song Dynasties, and the tall Zhuangyuan Square is not only the archway of ancient imperial examination culture, but also the glory of the ancient city context. Huanhou Ancestral Hall in Han Dynasty, commonly known as Zhang Fei Temple, is a quadrangle-style ancient building complex rebuilt in Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is simple and magnificent, but it still has a mighty wind after more than 1000 years. Although it will be very late, the incense still lingers in front of the temple, and the believers burn incense in an endless stream. Worship a wick incense devoutly, only wish the heroic spirit will last forever!
Through the uh guano building, the lights are already on. The lights and bright glass on both sides of the river set the river wider and deeper, and suddenly there was a sonorous excitement of FACE/OFF from the other side. At that moment, you couldn't stop crying. Were you unable to find a boat crossing the river or were you shocked by the river?
Wandering around the corner of time
The next morning, I came to the river-crossing pier.
With the bright lights last night, the two sides of the strait at this time are relaxed and quiet. It's still cloudy, and you've wrapped your down jacket in the cold, which is your favorite temperature. You just need a shallow arm to warm yourself. Jialing River is indifferent and far-reaching, clear and calm. A wisp of breeze blows and wrinkles into a spring water, and the mountains and rivers along the way are all in it, together with the sadness in the sky.
On the other side is the ancient town of Nanjinguan, once a land and water port, where merchants have gathered since ancient times. The ancient town faces the Huaguang Building rebuilt in Tongzhi for six years across the river. It seems to be a city that never sleeps. Last night, the lights were bright and the songs were loud. At this time, it is silent and sleeping. It should have been renovated not long ago. The long and narrow ancient streets ascend the stairs, and the buildings built on the mountain are beautiful and scattered, with blue tiles flying over the eaves, but they can't hide the fresh and fashionable atmosphere. Ancient charm is the cornerstone of its survival. After all, it needs the tempering of years and the precipitation of lonely time. I wonder if the luxury shown in "Royal 7" can reproduce the prosperity of a thousand-year-old town?
Ancient town, intoxicated with old dreams. You, wandering in the corner of time.
Two banyan trees take you through Rongcheng thousands of miles away. Those old banyan trees in Qing Dynasty on Gushan Road must be drooping more and more at this time. The sky in Rongcheng is always so blue, dear child. Say good morning at the Langshui River at this time! A whistle takes you back to Jiangcheng for the first time. At that time, the Hanshui River was not much smaller than the Jialing River, and the traffic on the waterway was from north to south. Living by the river, I often fall asleep with the whistle and start a new day with the whistle. Looking at the Kuixing Tower hidden in the green hills, your eyes are moist again. How like the Dragon Pavilion in Gulong, so hidden in the continuous green hills, you look up at him from this angle, or this time. ...
Wherever you go, you will always find a commanding height overlooking the city. Fortunately, Jin Pingshan gave you what you wanted.
Jinping, called Langshan in ancient times, was named after "flowers and trees are like brocade, and two peaks are like screens". Nanjinguan is located in its arms, and the mountain is not very high. This is a ghost cave in Qing Dynasty. It was once called "the first mountain in the world" by a monument, which is enough to illustrate the indomitable spirit of that year. This monument was destroyed in the Cultural Revolution. Now, the giant monument of "the first mountain of Jialing" stands in the garden of Lang Feng. The mountain remains the same, accompanied by waves and water.
This stargazing building was built in memory of China astronomer Lang Zhong during the Han and Tang Dynasties. At the top of Langshan Mountain, you can climb the stairs overlooking the whole city and have a panoramic view of Langzhong. Jialing River is like a golden belt around the city, surrounded by green hills, green hills and pavilions, lush old trees, the blessing of God, the nature's creation, and a model of geomantic treasures, so Langzhong is also known as "the first geomantic city in China". It is recorded in history that there were two astronomers and Mr. Feng Shui in the Tang Dynasty, who were close friends before their death and were buried in two mountains connected 20 miles away in Langzhong. Since then, the two masters have lived side by side for generations.
"The city wall is surrounded by rivers on three sides and mountains and clouds." Standing at such a height, you can feel its precision and picturesque scenery when it blooms.
Five farewells, for the next meeting.
Earlier, a bowl of hot Zhang Fei beef noodles was just served. You get a call from your old father, "Come over for dinner at noon, and I'll steam spring rolls for you." Suddenly, you choked. I forgot to tell my father when I went out and hurried out. I've been too busy at work these two days to take care of the past. I must eat more tomorrow.
How busy are you these two days? The sky tower goes up and down. You are always busy looking for different angles in a painting. The starling hanging in the patio of the water wharf occasionally sends out a few clever words. In order to make her break through three words, you are too busy to find the source of the pavilion and balcony in the maze. At this time, you have been swimming lightly in it. The number of pedestrians in Gu Xiang Old Street has obviously increased by tens of percent compared with the previous two days. You suddenly wake up this weekend! On the weekend, you are still very busy, thinking about your old father's waiting and watching the hot air drift away, so this bowl of noodles has a taste, and you are like chewing wax.
Spring rolls, how warm and poetic, roll up spring before Grain Rain blows.
The lights hanging under the gate of the ancient street are arranged neatly and stretched to the extreme. Smooth sub-yellow long tube lampshade, simply hung, without much decoration. Compared with those ancient streets covered with red lanterns, they have a wisp of sage like type. The signboard of "Zhang Fei Beef" can be seen to the extreme, and the front door is crowded with people. If the spirit is in the sky, nearly two thousand years later, his reputation still maintains the livelihood of some people, which will definitely shake the battlefield, the legendary swordsman.
"From here, meet in Zhuangyuan Square in forty minutes. Remember, the ancient city can't go back. " Downstairs in Zhongtian, a beautiful tour guide repeatedly explained to the members that she was not interested in going back? You can't help laughing, and lies can be so beautiful. You don't know how many times you have walked through the streets and alleys of the ancient city. The milk tea in the north street, the silk in the south street, the sugar fire in the temple street, the handmade vinegar in Wu Miao street, the century-old tree in front of Gong Yuan and the horse nail in front of Wu Miao are as familiar as visiting the supermarket in front of your house.
During the Jingyan period of Langzhong and Southern Song Dynasty, Baoning House was set up. Baoning vinegar began in the first year of Changxing in Tang Dynasty and has a history of 1000 years. But only here can you see the miniature workshop of mature vinegar, which is said to be circulated by local handmade vinegar. Sugar fire is your favorite taste, just like the red oil on Zhang Fei's beef noodles. It is shallow and crisp. In the grocery store, besides vinegar and wine, white-flour steamed bread is impressive. It turns out that sweet-scented osmanthus steamed stuffed bun, Langzhong vinegar and Zhangfei beef are called three special dishes in Langzhong, and a local dish "Langzhong Sanjue Soup" is also derived, which tastes really good. I made it twice after I got home, and the room was full of vinegar. This is another story.
A person's time, leisurely, knocking on Gu Men, counting the hearts of old trees, listening to the story of time. During the stop-and-go, the sky suddenly opened up and the blue sky and white clouds set off. If a man stands on the river bank of the ancient city of Langzhong, it will be even more elegant.
It's time to say goodbye under the Champion Square. At this moment, I haven't left yet, and I have already begun to miss it. I don't know when we can meet again, but I know you will definitely come again. After a rain in Mao Mao, open the spring water in the water.