One
On the day of the Lantern Festival, I once again came to this small bridge hanging in my heart for many years.
The bridge has been around for a long time. Ming Dynasty Tianqi five years, the small bridge to exquisite posture on the Fan River.
The posture of the small bridge, immediately to the Song and Yuan step to the "Qingzhou Ancient Road", adding the most dazzling comma and touch of the rainbow.
Everyone instantly cast their eyes over, focusing on the town of Yan Shen, Qingzhou Prefecture, now Bo Shan District, Shandong Province, for the attention of many merchants and literati. Many powerful gentry families began to compete in the bidding to buy acres of land here.
It's a beautiful place.
The small bridge is close to Jing Mountain, the tail end of the Tai (Mountain) and Yi (Mon Mountain) ranges. At the top of the mountain, there is the Great Wall of Qi, which is magnificent and lofty; under the mountain, there are small bridges and houses with flowing water. The sound of pestle and mortar, the sound of running water, the sound of tits, clattering out of a light music like a peaceful landscape.
The appearance of small bridges has become the core of the landscape.
The name of the bridge when it was born was "Jingshan Bridge", which was soon changed to "Houle Bridge". Because Fan Zhongyan once studied at the Chaikai family home next to the bridge, people in order to commemorate him and emulate him, the river under the bridge is called Fan River, the spring next to the bridge is called Fan Spring, and the bridge where the long river is lying is called Houle Bridge.
Houle Bridge is not long, about only 17 or 18 meters, but the structure is rare, is a rare domestic pointed single-arch stone bridge. The spire looks very much like a petal blossomed three-dimensional lotus flower, not out of shape in the wind and rain here for 400 years.
Two
I actually came to how many times, has completely lost count. I'm not sure how many times I've been here, but I've been here before I went to school, and I'm looking through all the words that I've put in my head.
My father brought me here. But I can't remember whether I accompanied him to the distraction, or led me to play, there is no shadow in the memory that can be explained, rather like Zhuangzi's passive and active, the object and the subject. In addition to the small bridge where the stream flows, there is also the garden scenery on both sides of the bridge.
Since the small bridge, this has become the most favored treasure of the scenery.
The pavilions and terraces are centered on the bridge, built on the mountain and dotted on both sides of the bridge. Unfortunately, the First World War has just ended, Japan monopolized Germany's privileges in Shandong, and quickly invaded the Boshan, in order to dig Black Mountain good coal, hard to railroad as a knife, blocking the Qingzhou ancient road, the scenery will be cut in two.
Harmonious one of the ancient road, the Great Wall, small bridges, running water, from now on no longer vivid.
Leaving only the North Pavilion on the left side of the bridge and the South Pavilion on the right side of the bridge.
"North Pavilion" is called Yiyuan. Yiyuan in my eyes when I was a child, I feel very large, there are rockeries, pavilions, Qingyin Pavilion, drunken stone Xuan and so on, very much some of the "Dream of Red Mansions" Grand View Garden of the shadow, of course, it is extremely microscopic and microscopic version of the reduction. Qingyin Pavilion around the beams and paintings, the water is slender, flowing around the pavilion. As I saw in the 1980s in the *** flow cup pavilion, just flow cup pavilion around and around more chic, curved and delicate. Qingyin Pavilion water flow soft, pick up one or two poplar leaves in the canal as a boat, there is a "water goblet" of the Lanting plot. With the leaves and line, see the flat boat flooding, the canal seems to have swirled is no longer water and leaves, but the happy Tang poetry and the Song lyrics of the euphony.
The South Pavilion on the right side of the bridge is connected to a dozen courtyards, harboring two major themes, one is the Fan Gong Shrine, which commemorates Fan Zhongyan, who studied here when he was a child, and the other is the Yin Yuan, which is adjacent to the Fan Gong Shrine.
The garden is a mountain villa built by the grandfather of Zhao Deixin, a famous poet in the Qing Dynasty. The South Pavilion seems to be more spectacular than the North Pavilion, in addition to the Fanquan Academy, reading building, there are also Buanqiu Terrace, listen to the spring salon, Fanquan and so on. Fanquan is not only a famous spring, or a big spring in Boshan, the spring water is large, clear and transparent, whether around the North Pavilion in the water, or after the Le Bridge on the bubbling water, are from the Fanquan. Spring into a large pool, square, surrounded by blue stone carved parapet, length and width of several zhang, deep also several zhang, looks like Jinan's pearl springs, but also reflects the Fan Zhongyan doer temperament and demeanor. Next to the spring, there are cliff carvings and a stone shadow wall of "Mountain High and Water Long". These landscapes are later gradually added to the eyes, the deepest first memories of rows in the spacious house of a shelf of books, because Nanting in the 1980s before, is the seat of the Zibo City Library.
It seems that my father came to the library to find medicine books to read. At that time, he had a strange eye disease, can see the same object as exactly the same two, do not know which is real, which is false, let him suffer a lot. It also seemed intentional that I come to feel the book (not read it), even though at that time I had not yet gone to the study and was a typical little illiterate.
Shelves and shelves of books, knife-like engraved in the young brain, to the point that now, whether you walk into a bookstore or a library, the rows of secluded shelves will pop up hazily. However, what attracted me most at that time was not the books that I remembered so well, but the small stone bridge where I could play barefoot in the water, and the Qingyin Pavilion where I could play with leaves as a boat.
"People walking under the bridge, water flowing on the bridge" is the marvelous scenery that makes this quaint stone bridge so enjoyable.
Walking under the bridge on the road alongside the river forward, about a meter wide, picking the burden, push the unicycle, from Qingzhou, Anqiu, Linzi direction to Boshan, especially like to go into the city along this small Shunhe Road. Especially in summer, along the river, not only cozy and cool, but also reduces many up and down the steep slopes, eliminating the need to go through the streets and alleys of the curves, you can buy and sell coal and ceramics kiln goods under the River Street and Fish Market Street.
The bridge deck is staggered, divided into carriageway and sidewalk, and the sidewalk is about two or three bricks thicker than the carriageway. The aqueduct, which is a foot wide and half a foot deep, lies on the sidewalk and extends all the way to the west next to the north parapet. Fanquan flow from the stream, along the stone chiseled trough slowly through the Dongguan City Gate, and the city's alleys and lanes meandering together.
The flowing water nourishes the land surrounded by mountains.
Unfortunately, such a unique landscape, which has been recognized by the world and is extremely rare, has been ignored by me for decades.
By the time I came to my senses and tried to revisit the past fun and memories, the water on the stone bridge had long since dried up and disappeared. The bridge is still there, the green stone chiseled sink is also in, but the bridge of the sound of rice pestle sound play sound has been disappeared, flash into the eyes, only shuttle in the side of the highway on the vehicle. The cheerful scenery was rolled around the car dust away, but also by the occasional swooping haze, dust and plastic bags, waste paper, weeds covered.
The bridge is sparse and lonely in winter.
The few and lonely bridges with few homes are only for people, cars, dogs, and cats to go from one side of the river to the other, and they are no different from the plank bridges, concrete bridges, and small iron bridges that can be seen everywhere.
I stood on top of the bridge, which has lost much of its beauty, and was a bit lost and confused.
Three
I don't know why, I especially like bridges, once I see a bridge, my eyes will put straight out, more daring than looking at beautiful women. But there are no explorers or some modern donkeys as brave, obsessive to find a hill, a landscape or a famous bridge ancient bridge and go trekking, just will be destined to walk to or come across the preferred place, especially when there is a historical bridge and flavor of the bridge, will not let go of their legs and feet and eyes. For example, Zhaozhou Bridge, such as Lugou Bridge, such as Yangzhou Wuting Bridge; and the Yangtze River, the Yellow River on the bridge, as well as hidden in Sichuan, Shanxi, Hunan, Suzhou Tongli and other countryside backwater bridge. Those delicate, naive, grand, detailed, frank, subtle kinds of bridges, all let me surprise and wonder, constantly enrich the bridge to give *** and knowledge, however, really did not find "water flowing on the bridge" pattern and lotus petal-like structure. I often blamed myself for walking in a hurry and swallowing the scenery without taking a good look at it. I wish I could see the marvelous rhythm of pedestrians and water flowing together on the bridge.
However, I regret that I did not find it.
In the face of this once full of flavor and stories "after the music bridge", I do not know where to go to find hidden in the childhood "music".
The large North Pavilion, in addition to the remaining a lonely Qingyin Pavilion, there is a residual several meters long flowing stone channel. The original Liangdong Pavilion, Green Zi Zhai, suitable for my Hall, the name of the "Iris Flying Fish Leaping" of the large square pool, are in the bulldozers under the action of the excavator, into the concrete buildings everywhere. The shape of a single shadow hanging Qingyin Pavilion stood alone on the river, the corridor eaves and black tiles and the surrounding concrete buildings are so incongruous and out of place. Pavilion on your honor, for the withered grass dust dominance, delicate window paint mottled, broken and lost soul, completely lost "a goblet of wine, a free narrative of feelings," the poetic mood. Broken and thin appearance, as a cold or abandoned old man, cowering in the cold wind.
It is gratifying that the South Pavilion because of Zhao Dexin on the history of Chinese literature of the Qing Dynasty poet, and he and the "Palace of Eternal Youth" author of Hong Sheng's unique story, was crowned with a memorial and preserved. Just Fanquan dry, so dry that a drop of water can not come out, perhaps the first month of the warm winter is still a few cold days, not the time to spring water. However, it is said that there is not so much water bubbling up in summer these years. Boshan is close to Jinan, once known as the "second spring city", where did the water go? I can't find it.
I bowed respectfully to the Fan Gong Shrine above the Fan Spring.
It was cold, or the Lantern Festival, there were no tourists in the clean and tidy memorial hall, and the wind traveled alone between the silent courtyards.
Four
The section of the "Qingzhou ancient road" that connects to the Houle Bridge has also been preserved.
The ancient road was originally very long, and it seems to have traveled from the "Three Kingdoms" to the "Water Margin". However, hundreds of years ago, for the Japanese to build a branch line of the Jiaoji Railway cut off, cut off the ancient road can no longer walk, only a few hundred meters long steep slope stubbornly in the blue sky, testifying to the past years.
From the steep slope to the east, is the ancient Qi Great Wall winding mountain, to the west and the Houle Bridge closely linked. Ancient road paved with green stone, smooth green stone plate is still left on the deep ruts and for people to walk the "foot nest", rut collection of the ancient Qingzhou Road and the sound of running back and forth, but also witnessed the prosperity of the ancient Boshan.
Boshan was once known as Yanshen Town, which was a rich land in Yidu County, Qingzhou Prefecture in ancient times. Here there is coal, ceramics, glaze, and of course, the literati and culture. Whether published in the Kangxi and Daoguang years of the "Yan Shen Township", or the Republic of China to continue the "Boshan County Records", between the lines jumping attracted you to ponder the beautiful information.
I searched between the lines, docking the space fragments of the present with the distant time tunnel. It feels like when the bridge was built during the Tianqi period of the Ming Dynasty, *** the excited designers, it seems, were trying to bring the bridge and the buildings around it close to the Lanting under the pen of Wang Xizhi. The Lanting Preface of the Sage of Calligraphy not only opened up the aesthetic horizons of the literati, but also provided a three-dimensional prototype that could be imitated and built. The scenery in the Lanting Preface is not lacking here. There is a river, a spring, there are lofty winding Jing Mountain, why not let the unique resources to make the bridge and the surrounding scenery overflowing with charming flavor of Jiangnan? Thus, the bridge flowing water on the landscape appeared, floating in the southern flavor of the North Pavilion, South Pavilion appeared. Whether it is "lofty mountains", or "clear streams and turbulence", its appearance, although small, not as warm and colorful as the "Qingming Riverside Drawing" and bustling, the spring less and long gathered, to come here! The spring water tour, it has become the fashion of the mountain city for many years.
Nowadays, the bridge once had the bustle, scenery and elegance, can only be imagined and filled from the words. Hidden in the township of Taoliu, this narrow and long stone bridge has stretched the years to a long, long time.
The love of the bridge, it seems not only in the bridge can send people across the river. In the many and large and small bridge, the hidden meaning has far beyond the meaning and function of the bridge itself, such as inconspicuous clay can be made to do the long-lasting clay sculpture, sweet sugar can be made to look like thousands of sugar sculpture, stone can be made to do stone sculpture, wood can be made to do wood carvings, flour can be made to do a lot of joyful meat and potatoes, as people will be a special thought, good expectations, good wishes, given in the bridge, but also the bridge, is an art and cultural wisdom, and the bridge is a good place for the people. It is a kind of cultural wisdom without art.
The bridge and the bridge outside the cultural spread and wisdom flow, so that many of the things left to us have a fine flavor worth chewing, alone the Chinese characters recorded in those three-dimensional, figurative, witty, philosophical folk sayings, enough to be able to build a straight through the temple of art and the height of the life of the "Avenue of Stars".
I enjoy the spread and richness of the bridge. Walking on the flat arch, large and small, long and short, straight and curved all kinds of loads of bridges, not only will be reminiscent of Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao", think of the charming "twenty-four bridges and the moonlit night", look straight at the Thames on the highway and the bridge as a whole, you can lift the The Tower Bridge on the Thames is a bridge that combines a highway and a bridge and can be raised and lowered freely, and it is easier to dock with the humorous and simple philosophical phrases such as "the boat to the end of the bridge is naturally straight; the bridge that I have crossed is longer than the road that you have traveled; the bridge goes back to the bridge, and the road goes back to the road".
The bridge gives us more than that? Bridges and roads were not on the ground, and once they appeared, there was a Buddhist spirit and a deep Zen flavor of "The Way is Simple".
I walked slowly from this end of the bridge to that end, and then from that end to this end, slowly and hesitantly. From time to time, I subconsciously use my foot to gently scratch the weeds in the sink, and sometimes gently touch or knock the cold stone pillars. Pedestrians on the bridge were in no hurry, and the curious occasionally looked up at me, probably guessing why I was wandering around. They crossed the bridge slowly while sending small emoticons from WeChat over with their eyes.
On the north side of the bridge are stone steps that lead up and down to the riverbed. The steps have accumulated a thick layer of soil that has obscured the original color of the stone. Undoubtedly, these steps are rarely used by people walking up and down from here. In order to prevent pedestrians from looking at me with suspicion and speculation, I terminated the idea of going down the steps to the riverbed to have a look and walk. The Fan River was also clearly visible from the bank. The water was narrowed into curved lines and dark, and the lotus petal-like pointed stone arch was completely *** exposed to the cold wind and dusty mist.
But, the base of the stone arch of the square stone without the slightest change, although the stone surface is full of mortar-like yellowing, still like a disciplined guard of honor warriors, a piece by piece and into a neat formation standing under the bridge, not sloppy, not relaxed at all. Seeing these terracotta-like serious stone, I just want to shed tears.
Just as I was rambling along and hesitantly thinking, suddenly a huge yellow object jumped into view. An excavator stood in the center of the riverbed with its arm raised. The thick silt in the riverbed had been dug up by the excavator like a bed spread out, and the silt was piled up on the riverbank. The appearance of the excavator not only confirmed the information that my friend had told me a few days before that "this area should be rebuilt and restored to the old system", but also made me get warmth and comfort after I had just lost my mind. I was excited by the excavator, let the thoughts go along the river to think, as long as there is water, the river is eternal; as long as there are people walking, the bridge will always be the indispensable scenery on the river. Similarly, as long as there are many dreams and nostalgia in, the lost may also be able to come back.
Perhaps with this much excitement and happiness, the firecrackers of the Lantern Festival are no longer so harsh and distracting, and the clouds and haze over the heart are also unconsciously pushed away gradually. Pedestrians on the bridge gradually more and more, in twos and threes, laughing and joking to the city, we want to go to the center of the square to see the lanterns and Lantern Festival "dress up to play". I look back at the South Pavilion of the Fan Gongzhi, shadows see from the air to hang over the large "Yueyang Tower":
...... I tasted the heart of the ancient benevolence of people, not to things, not to their own sadness; living in the temple of the high is worried about its people, in the far reaches of the lake is worried about its ruler. It is also worrying to be in and out of the world. But when is it happy? It must be said that the world's worries and worries, after the world's music and music ......
Firecrackers more and more dense, the sound of gongs and drums are getting tighter and tighter, I melted into the Lantern Festival and see the "dress up to play" in the crowd.