The prose of Yingchuan in the ancient city
Yingchuan was a newly established county in the first year of Wu Zetian's ruyi (AD 692). In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, it was called Xingxi, and in the third year of Emperor Liang Yuan (AD 554), it was changed to Yingchuan, meaning Manchu. Yingchuan village is small, but it has a unique geographical position and beautiful scenery. The sky is blue, the ground is green and the water is clear. The scenery is like a beautiful picture scroll, pleasing to the eye and fascinating.
Yingchuan is an ancient city with many historical and cultural celebrities, the most prominent of which is Yang Jiong, one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty. In the autumn of 692 AD, Yang Jiong, as the first county magistrate, came to Yingchuan from the resplendent Luoyang Palace, and had a touching life-and-death relationship with the people of Yingchuan, leaving a thousand-year deep affection and adding luster to Yingchuan.
Yang Jiong loves his people as a son, and his name as a wound. He was thrown into the well and died because he failed to ask for rain. Wu Zetian wrote after learning that his death was pitiful and his ambition was commendable. Chen Shengze, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem: A generation of fame and fortune is passed on to four outstanding people, and the three places will remain for a thousand years. In the Qing Dynasty, the order of Mengjin County, Henan Province wished him to leave a poem after visiting Yingchuan City God Temple: In order to make the god of death become a god before his death, abandoning the county often leaves the temple with a new look, and the boundary of Qulong competes for competition, and future generations leave love for the people. According to Quxian Records, "I couldn't ask for rain because of drought, so I went down to the well and died." "It's heavy rain, and people call it virtue." The first county magistrate prayed for rain for the people and gave his own flesh and blood. People in Yingchuan love an honest official like Yang Jiong. In recognition of the achievements of this county magistrate who loved the people as a son, in 696 AD, the Yang Jiong Temple was built in the place where he died, and the statue has been preserved to this day, silently remembering his parents.
Yingchuan County was founded in 120, and was revoked in the seventh year of Tang Yuanhe (AD 8 12), leaving nothing behind, and even the exact city site was uncertain. The only thing left is the ancient temple in Yang Jiong, which has been burning incense and candles for thousands of years.
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Late autumn in Yingchuan, unlike late autumn, is the most beautiful time of the year, just when oranges are ripe. Under the sunshine, orange trees covered with golden fruits are colorful and beautiful as agate, making the whole pastoral hills of Yingchuan look like a red wave surging.
Before I entered Yingchuan village, the endless orange forest had warmly embraced me in my arms. The fresh and dust-free autumn wind is lingering around me, and the oranges covered with trees attract my attention. I stepped on the warm and quiet sunshine and got into the orange forest. A few rays of sunshine on the dwarf orange tree also crowded in with me. Smelling the intoxicating orange fragrance in the air and watching countless fruits dotted with branches and leaves, my mood is very high, as if I were in a paradise with a small basket on my arm and wandering in the orange forest.
Wandering around, I came to Yingchuan Ancient Street. Yingchuan, with a long history, gave me a different taste. The street was very lively, and the villagers came out to buy food, and I strolled into this team. Walking around looks very pleasant, and one person is intoxicating in the ancient city.
The bustling activity center for the elderly is located next to the street, in the former Great Hall. The old people are carefree, having haircuts, entertaining and chatting, and their dark faces reveal joy, which makes me feel the scene of the old people in the activity center "a beautiful heart, a touch of warm sunset, and a rare person".
Walking around slowly, I found that all the corners here are falling, and the beauty of harmony is everywhere. This kind of beauty comes from people's hearts. Farmers don't have to wait for people to sell vegetables. There is a money bag hanging on the dustpan with a piece of paper indicating the number of copies. The buyer put the money in his wallet, took the food and left. An old man said that this is an idyllic style formed for thousands of years, and no one dares to destroy it. History is a mirror, a textbook and an apocalypse. Our ancestors warned us that people should trust each other and live in harmony. Reality tells us that not only the relationship between people, but also the relationship between people and nature should live in harmony. Otherwise, the sky will change and the fog will rise. Who can stand on his own feet and not smoke?
Deep in the ancient city, a familiar wisp of kitchen smoke drifted gently. In my impression, the gradual rise of smoke is the warmest moment in the village. Smoke billows from kitchen chimneys, comfortably permeates the air, strolls in the air, and warms the ancient city in silence and noise. Yingchuan, a combination of old and new features in a village, has written its own village history for thousands of years on this deep and ancient land, improving this land and making it better.
Unconsciously, I have measured the ancient county town in the Tang Dynasty, which records the peaceful and prosperous times. Let me appreciate the exquisite carving and Yingchuan culture of ancient buildings in the Tang Dynasty, and also let me feel the productive labor and leisure culture of farmers.
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I came to Yingchuan to understand the history of Yingchuan, an ancient city, and the noble character and superb literary talent of Yang Jiong, a famous historical and cultural figure. I didn't expect Yang Jiong, a famous poet in the early Tang Dynasty, to be so close to me.
Yang Jiong was one of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty. He is knowledgeable and quick-thinking. Wu Zetian praised his prose "Ode to the Orchid" after reading it: the words are extremely gorgeous, the structure is reasonable, the antithesis is neat, and the level is even. I am worthy of being the leader and commander-in-chief of the literary world in the Tang Dynasty. I am the first talented person in the week and the first of the four outstanding figures!
I love Yang Jiong's poems, which are wise and meaningful. Unfortunately, there are 36 poems and 54 essays. How many quiet mornings, sunrise and sunset accompany me! The scenery, history-chanting, lyricism and discussion in the poem are naturally combined, with distinct levels, profound and wonderful theories, consistent concerns and prominent themes. There is a bold spirit, natural and simple style, and that kind of natural nobility is not something that ordinary people can have. The frontier poems he described are bold, magnificent, emotional and touching, especially outstanding, and occupy a pioneering position in the creation of frontier poems in the whole Tang Dynasty. The representative work "Joining the Army" has been compiled into the book "Selected Poems of Frontier Fortress in Past Dynasties" as a series of cultural and moral cultivation of contemporary soldiers.
"Join the Army": "The bonfire in Xijing is shining, and my heart is uneven. Leaving the palace, the general will assume the command; Surrounding the enemy and attacking the city, the elite cavalry are extremely brave. The heavy snow darkened the color; The wind roared and the drums rang. Better be a centurion than a scholar. " At that time, Yang Jiong was a bachelor of Chongwen Pavilion. In view of the invasion of the Turks, he wrote this poem, expressing his great ambition and passionate feelings of making contributions to the frontier fortress.
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Yingchuan Town God Temple in front of us is a school of architecture in the Tang Dynasty, which was once mysterious and brilliant. Yang Jiong is a thousand years old, but Yingchuan is not old.
Yingchuan City God Temple, also known as Yang Jiong Temple, has a history of 1000 years. It is located on an ochre cliff near the village, facing south, and under the cliff is the open Yingchuan Lake and Gubu Wharf. During the Jin Dynasty, Gubu Wharf was very lively and was called "little shanghai in West Zhejiang".
The beauty of Yingchuan lies not only in the ancient and majestic Yang Jiong Temple, but also in the flexible and clear Qujiang water. The mighty river, clear sea water, steep cliffs, eagles soaring in the sky, seagulls flying, sails counting, fishing songs and pastoral songs all day long are called Yingchuan scenery by local chronicles.
Standing on the cliff in front of Yang Jiong Temple, the scenery on both sides of Qujiang River is charming. Qujiang is sparkling, and the fragrant flowers, weeds and trees under the cliff overlap in the river, which is colorful and has no obvious autumn rhyme. The long boat came with the water, accompanied by screams, expressing the dreamlike feelings of the water town, as if looking for the dream Tang Dynasty. Egrets beat the water with their wings from time to time, playing and dancing happily. The ancient capital with a history of 1300 years is also slowly walking back and forth. The village across the river, with black tiles and white walls, is poetic and elegant. The autumn colors, sounds and rhymes of the whole river dazzle me. I seem to have really come to the place where the gods live, and the meaning of ethereal, quiet and serene is slowly spreading in my heart. Wang Yiyan, a well-known scholar, wrote: "The water at Yingchuan Ferry is long, and ten rivers are raging, and the boat bends and draws a hundred feet. The hardest thing is Peifengtan. " Yang Wanli once stopped here and wrote a poem: "Three trips to the beach a day, to Deyingchuan, is even worse." Fishing and firewood on both sides of the strait are slightly burning, and the wind and dew on the river are louder. "
Qujiang has silently nourished generations of Yingchuan children for thousands of years, witnessing the rise and fall of one dynasty after another and the joys and sorrows of villagers. She is like a clear mirror, illuminating the villagers towards a happy and beautiful life.
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The autumn wind blows, and the fragrance of candles in Yang Jiong Temple comes to my face. I can't wait to step into Yang Jiong Temple and look around it. Chenghuang Temple does not have the style of painting eaves and corners, nor does it have the splendor of painting golden shadows. However, from the existing monument embedded in the east wall of the main hall, it can be seen that this ancient temple was originally large in scale, with three halls, two halls, three halls and ten west rooms, showing the style of quadrangles. With the passage of time, the original building has long been lost in the long river of history, without the style of painting eaves and corners, without the splendor of painting gold fading and the momentum of flying pavilions, just let us come here to mourn the history and daydream.
I read the post in the front hall, which read: "Those who are in front of evil officials and corrupt officials don't hate suspicion, and everyone in the world loves to address them as dutiful sons and loyal ministers." Couplets. Reminds me of Yang Jiong's poem: "In the palace, stone chimes are drawn, while in Guanghua, candles and silver are hidden. The mountains and rivers are far away, and there is no dew on the towel. Friendship shines all over the world, and Bourne follows in his footsteps. Cowards respect Gao De, and the next one follows the spring. " We watched the great mountains and rivers in the north of Yingchuan being tortured by the disaster and couldn't sleep all night, so we had to sit and sigh, and the scattered tears and dew soaked the towel. I think, if we care so much about people in the world, it will definitely affect later people. Ordinary people will admire our integrity, and there will be people who will do it like us and do it better. During his tenure as the magistrate of Yingchuan County, Yang Jiong was very strict with his subordinates, severely punishing officials who were greedy for profits and cracking down on crimes. Love the people like children, treat the people like injuries, be good at politics, and handle cases impartially. Because of the punishment, I can't get the support from above, so I have to go to Lacrimosa. Maybe this is the main reason why he was killed in the well!
There are two pairs of green dragon plate columns on the pillars of the nave, and there is a big bronze drum, a big clock and a very delicate big purple incense burner on the wooden frame of the aisle. Thousands of years of wind and rain, quietly listening to the bell of Yang Jiong Temple, writing the name of Yang Jiong with elegant handwriting. I walked among them, listening to the deep and distant bells, savoring Yingchuan culture and reading Yang Jiong's touching story, which gave me a different artistic conception.
The pillars of the patio are carved with portraits of Cheng, the founding father of the early Tang Dynasty. The gates of the two gardens are written with eight characters: "Three Scenes, Four Outstanding Persons and Perfect People". It is the prosperity of Yingchuan that adds luster, and the kindness of Yang Gong benefits the people.
There are thirteen main halls, and there are ten gold characters on the doors, namely "Feng Ren has Bo, Yingchuan City God Temple". Tell us yingchuan culture in silent language.
Stepping into the main hall, there is a sitting statue of Yang Jiong in a red embroidered robe in the shrine, with fine features, stateliness, majesty and solemnity, which makes people respect. In those days, Yang Jiong sat in the hall of my official residence, studying poetry and composition. Everything disappeared in the long river of history. Only the river of time, still mighty, has been flowing from the era of Yang Jiong to today. On the left are sixteen halls of the King of Earth Treasure, with portraits of eighteen arhats sitting cross-legged. These Buddha statues have different postures and expressions, all of which reveal the infinite charm of art.
Wandering in Yang Jiong Temple, looking for traces left by the ancients, I always feel that time and space are intertwined. Those relics, those ancient customs, blew my soul and thoughts into ripples and brought my thoughts into the Tang Dynasty. I seem to see a talented, clean and elegant Yang Jiong, full of melancholy because he shouldn't ask for rain, so he threw himself into the well. As if she saw it again, Mrs. Yong can rushed to Yingchuan with her son and Ya Er, and fell to the ground and cried. A generation of celebrities fell, heaven mourned for it, Qujiang wept for it, and all the villagers shed tears. Song's good friend wrote Ode to Yang Yingchuan to mourn it. ...
Yingchuan is so exciting that I don't want to go back. Looking back again, Yang Jiong Temple was glittering and brilliant. Farewell to Yang Jiong, Qujiang and Yingchuan!