My time is always fragmented. I always like to go back and forth with a brush on the paper during this sewing time, especially in the middle of the night, immersed in my world.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, listen to time trudging in the soft moonlight. The night is already deep, and the street lamps outside the window bow respectfully for the people who walk at night. The warm yellow halo determines the depth of the night, and the brush in the hand determines the depth of the drawing paper.
I have always been partial to painting. That kind of preference, like a flame, jumps in the softest part of the left chest, which is the only thing in life that can be regarded as faith. Only the brush in your hand can make the accumulated emotions pour on the drawing paper, not the surging Wang Yang, but the gurgling stream.
When I was a child, many peers fell asleep in bed early, and the crisp and distant laughter made the whole dream sweet. But I like the wall that is getting whiter and whiter because of the light. It is the fertile soil of my dream, and it is Yuanye that carries my whole childhood. Draw a curved pattern on the wall with a brush. Although the characters in the painting are staggered, this is my most proud work. Because they don't need to be hidden or decorated, they make me feel like a painter in his own world, free to let go of his mood.
Time has washed the white wall yellow, and I no longer like painting on the wall. A person will sit quietly at his desk and draw, forgetting that the earth is still turning and that the sun rises and sets. When I grow up, my time is divided by the sharpness of life. I will try my best to piece it together, pack it up and tie it with a red ribbon as a painting gift. In the dead of night, all the impetuousness will slowly precipitate, without the noise of the city, put down your desires, hold a brush in your hand, and release the pressure and fatigue of the day on paper.
The black line has lost its childishness and youth, and some are more mature and stable, quiet and serene. In this thick night, the painting and my heart are as calm as water. The unrealized dream in childhood is a vague vision, the troubles and setbacks in growth are shadows under the light, and the joy and cheers after victory are faint bright lines. Day after day, year after year, the stacked paintings slowly accumulate. When I look back on the past in the future, I will be surprised to find that they can be made into movies together, recording my growth process and expressing my feelings. They stay quietly in the corner, quietly wrapped in the rings of my life.
I carefully cut my time, collected it at the tip of my pen, and drew a picture of my life.
Jiuyan Bridge, formerly known as Hongji Bridge, was built in the 21st year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (1593) and was favored by Yu Yilong, the municipal government at that time. This big arch bridge with stone railings and stone bridge faces is four feet long, three feet wide and three feet high. There are nine holes under the bridge. In the fifty-third year of Qingganlong (1788), Governor Li Shijie renovated it and renamed it Jiuyan Bridge. Qianlong was rebuilt in fifty-five years (1790). Before 1950s, Jiuyanqiao was a lively water pier, from which everyone had to take a boat out of Chengdu and go south to Chongqing by waterway. All the goods shipped by water from other places will land here. Of course, because of this unique condition, Jiuyan Bridge began its prosperity. Jiuyanqiao Wharf is thriving because of firewood.
Jiuyanqiao Waterfront Wharf is located on the south bank of Jinjiang. At dawn, many ships were moored there, ready to go to Leshan. The water pier in the morning is a bit deserted. But in the afternoon, the dock was full of excitement, because the fleet full of Aoki Okagi came back from Leshan.
In fact, burning coal was not popular in Chengdu at that time. The boss cooks with firewood, and there is a great demand for firewood. Leshan, Ebian and Hongya are rich in Aoki, Mu Gang and pine. If the local people want to sell wood, they must transport it to Chengdu by water, thus making Jiuyan Bridge prosperous.
Jiuyanqiao sewer
The excitement of Jiuyanqiao Wharf lasted until the early 1950s, and it never flourished again. Because Chengdu at this time is very different from before. Firewood used to be used to make fires, but not many people use firewood now. Firewood shops closed one by one, and the bosses who made enough money switched to other industries, and some of them were similar to now-they opened coal shops. 195 1 someone went to the jiuyanqiao water wharf and found that there were almost no firewood boats in the river. The excitement of the past no longer exists, and it is very deserted. This famous water pier can be said to be thriving because of firewood, but abandoned because of firewood.
Houjiuyan bridge
Until the end of 1980s, the appearance of Jiuyan Bridge remained basically unchanged, but the back of the arch far away from Jiuyan Bridge was renovated and became more gentle. A new bridge was added to the west of the bridge, which is now the "New Jiuyan Bridge". As for the bustling water pier, it has long been a thing of the past.
Then 1992 demolished Jiuyan Bridge and rebuilt a concrete bridge with nine spans. The old pier also came in handy, and cruise ships with night flights sailed from here to Huanglongxi, but the days when Chengdu was full of water and clouds were gone forever.
Explanatory article 3 has hurried through dozens of winters and summers in life, stepped on countless roads and crossed countless bridges, making it difficult to recall them one by one. Every time I walk to the water's edge, I feel a little grateful for this bridge. Without them, I don't know how difficult the journey will be! The bridge stands quietly on the current, crossing countless people every day, even if the wind blows and the rain blows, the snow bullies, even if the sun explodes, it is freezing. Flowers bloom and fall in the world of flowers, and the situation changes, and joys and sorrows are always on stage. It enjoys loneliness, laughs at glitz, only does its part, connects shore to shore, and turns parting into gathering.
Looking at the large and small water flows on the land, there will be a bridge connecting the roads on both sides, and the bridge has been extended. Although walking on the road always enjoys the convenience brought by the bridge, although walking on the bridge will raise a little respect for the bridge, but many times it is forgotten after crossing the bridge. Only these days, when I go out for a walk every night, I will walk across the bridge under the orange street lamp. Every night, I will carefully look at the broad and steady deck of the bridge and the strong and exquisite railings on both sides of the bridge. My heart suddenly rises more and more admiration for the bridge, so I want to write something for the bridge.
Let me go to the bridge to find a soul. How many bridges have I never seen? Long-lost Yangtze River Bridge, Zhao Zhouqiao in Cang Sang, swaying pontoon bridge, legendary iron cable bridge. ...
How big is the world of bridges? How rich is the content of the bridge? How much do you know about bridges in China? How many bridges are there in the world to understand? How extensive the bridge culture is, the bridge civilization may also be another kind of world history. For this bridge, for a culture, for a civilization. I still have too many unknowns about the bridge, which makes the bridge more attractive to me. Is exploring the bridge also looking for the footprint of civilization? Towards the bridge, from ignorance to civilization.
Although I still see too few bridges, my thinking about bridges is clearer every day. Bridges, no matter how small, no matter how big, no matter how long, no matter how short, all shoulder the same mission-connecting the interrupted roads and crossing people with their own bodies.
As long as it is undertaking its own mission, what kind of bridge is equally great! This is the spirit of the bridge!
People are like bridges, but in different positions, there is no distinction between high and low. No matter what position you stick to, as long as you are doing your duty, you are equally great.