Dihua ancient town in Shangzhou is said to be the land of nirvana in Du Jie, as evidenced by mountains and rivers. It is said that it is a place where ghosts can laugh at the world with pens, and flowers and plants are stories. Brothers and sisters of the Blue Sky Literature Troupe, let's go!
A bus from Mama Donkey Travel Agency, a group of family members who like longing and romance and thinking in words, set off in the entanglement of the rising sun and white clouds and went all the way south.
This is a big family doomed to be restless. A pen can write about life, but no pen can describe happiness. Almost three hours' drive creates a feeling of blinking. Speech, recitation, talk show, singing, taking turns to play, everything is wonderful. Even though I can fall asleep standing on the bus, I am too excited to get carried away. It's just a pity that I forgot to appreciate the continuous green hills that flew by outside the window.
When more than 40 handsome men and beautiful women of Lantian Literature Group walked in the ancient town with flags, there was another beautiful scenery here.
Dihua Ancient Town is located in the hinterland of Qinling Mountains and belongs to Danfeng County. Bai Juyi once wrote a famous sentence here in the Tang Dynasty: "I heard that the brother who stayed in the house should be called Di Hua." Surrounded by green hills, the scenery in the four seasons is very fresh. The water in Danjiang laughed and walked all the way. The sky is clear and the air is fresh. Due to the development of land and water transportation, it used to be a bustling place, with Qin Jin in the north and Wu Chu in the south. A breeze old street and post station that has passed through thousands of years has witnessed the vicissitudes and prosperity of this ancient road.
Dihua is most famous for his "Song and Jin Border Town" status. Go through the towering border gate house, walk past Song Jinqiao, and stand in the spacious "Greeting Hall". In a trance, a picture scroll slowly unfolds. In the fight between Jin Ge and Tiema, Emperor Qin Hui's brush can't match the machete, and the beautiful Song Ci can't match the long whistle of nomadic tribes. Even if the hero "rushes to the crown with anger" has the talent to go straight to Huanglong and the power to "return my rivers and mountains", it is in vain. However, the Zhao family has no desire to recover, just want to generalize. Abandon the lives of fathers and brothers, abandon the great country to the Jin people. Song and Jin held "peace talks" here for more than ten years. In exchange for humiliation and heroic blood, it is gorgeous and prosperous in the corner of peace.
Walking on this ancient street, I looked at the shops that lived next to each other on both sides. With the laughter of my literary friends, I wondered if these ordinary families were facing each other across the street in the contest between the two groups. You say your peace, I say my peace.
Walking, laughing and taking pictures all the way, these boasters can't wait to put every beautiful place in their pockets. At this time, a blue brick building complex appeared in front of us, and the word "literature museum" came into view. Finally arrived, I stood in awe in front of this museum. This is the temple in my heart. Walking up the stairs, a series of titles came to my mind. From Pingwa to Pingwa, from Feng Dandi to the whole country, from The First Record of Shangzhou to Shaanxi Opera, he won the contradictory literature prize. How did he get here? Is it because of the moisture in Danjiang, or because of the feng shui of "crooked ways"? Is it also because of the spirituality of this flying stone? This "genius" is a legend. It is probably a unique miracle in the history of contemporary literature that a book is banned for ten years and then released. I didn't go when everyone took a group photo in front of the stone marked "Qiu Shi" in the yard. I'm trying to recall Jia's description, but I can't get in touch with the classic Ugly Times. I looked horizontally, vertically and in circles, sitting on it, and didn't see any trace of him from outer space. This is clearly a stone, a big stone. There are countless rivers in our Kuyu River. I dare not say anything about this feeling, for fear that everyone will laugh at me for being stupid. Maybe this is what makes the master different from ordinary people. In his eyes, everything is psychic, mountains are not mountains, and water is not water. And the mountains I see are mountains and the water is water.
The author's success is undoubtedly the pride of Dihua, which not only brings cultural glory, but also brings endless wealth to his hometown. His novel "Happy" really benefits a person, that is, the prototype of Liu, the hero of the novel, is happy. Walking out of the literature museum, next to a small slope, there is a small courtyard with the sign of "Happy Home of Liu" hanging on the wall. A thin old man, dressed as a literate man, sat behind a book case. This is another round of taking pictures as a souvenir. According to Liu's life, a celebrity lives a leisurely life. I think the people who came with me today are people with many words and rich expressions. Maybe someone went crazy that day and wrote me in a book, and the book caught fire by accident. I'm also crazy about Wang Jimin. Go back to curry favor with them more, and be popular in the group.
Through the transformation of history, I feel the transformation of nurturing masters. A line of people to move on. The next small slope, through a bamboo forest, a natural Dihua, will spread out. This is a 100-acre lotus pond. There are no pavilions in the middle of the lake and no cloisters on the water surface, which shows her charm in the unadorned natural state. Lotus leaves either spread on the water surface and fluctuate with the waves, or stand upright in the wind and sway gently with the wind. Clusters of reeds are irregularly dotted among them, and occasionally unknown aquatic plants grow in them, trying to show off themselves and win a place in this beautiful scenery. A piece of bamboo on the shore is born of water, and a winding path around the lake is formed between this piece of bamboo and lotus leaf.
In the face of this beautiful situation, everyone is busy taking pictures, and long guns and short guns are raised one after another, hoping to take all these beautiful shots away. Speaking of photography, I really admire these ladies. They seem to be competing with this nature. Their smiles, gestures, gestures, or charming, or affectionate, or pure, or youthful. The "barbarism" of grabbing red envelopes in the group on weekdays is gone forever. No wonder some people say that women are a landscape.
Due to the limited time arranged by the travel agency, this trip to Dihua ended in unfinished business. Sitting in the car, I think, the temptation of this ancient town is by no means understandable at a glance. There are also the surrounding green hills and the beautiful Danjiang River. How many secrets and stories they hide, and how many picturesque scenery they have.
What kind of wonderful feast is the next stop "Zhulinguan Ancient Town"? Then let's enjoy it together.