Hegang fengshui
Then why is Jinxi called "Chen Tomb"? This is related to a woman in the Southern Song Dynasty more than 840 years ago.
There are many folklores about me, which are hard to know before I die. The past is gone and there is no way to trace it.
Some said that I came to the town with Xiaozong (then a prince) to resist gold, and I was shot dead by an arrow in a battle; Some people say that I was "sick" in Jinxi because of the fatigue of the journey; Some people say that I was captured by Shanxi Jinbing while crossing the south with Xiaozong, and threw myself into Wubao Lake for Baoming Festival. Some people say that I froze to death eating crabs in Jinxi, which is really ridiculous. ...
The Chen family has a girl who has just grown up, and a trick is on the other side of the king. The most ruthless royal family?
That year, at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, shortly after Yan Hongliang, the gold owner, seized the throne, he mobilized 600,000 troops to attack the south, which was sweeping. Emperor Xiaozong, who was still a prince at that time, was indignant and willing to lead the army to fight to the death with Jin. I am Chen, the favorite of the Prince (Xiaozong). I come from a family and am proficient in the art of war. I am willing to follow the prince to the battlefield and swear to protect the Song family. I don't want to be a woman who doesn't want to be a man. I just want to be with you.
In the First World War, Jin Jun was defeated, and a dog of Jin Jun jumped over the wall behind his back and hurt people. At this critical juncture, I stepped forward and blocked Jin Jun's back with my body. This arrow penetrated the armor and hit my heart. When I woke up, I saw the tears in your eyes. I hesitated for a few days, but it was always fragrant.
Emperor Zhao Shen was heartbroken when he learned that I was dying. However, how can I care about a woman's feelings because of the emperor's enthronement ceremony and the well-being of the people all over the world? My coffin was inconvenient to transport back to Lin 'an, so he asked Mr. Feng Shui to find a auspicious place in Pingjiang to bury me. A geomantic gentleman took a fancy to a solitary stockade hidden in shallow water in Wuxi Wubao Lake, saying it was a dragon cave. If I am buried here, my country will be safe and prosperous.
Since ancient times, the country has been related to women?
After that, my coffin was buried in Wubao Lake, which is strange to say. For hundreds of years, the terrain has changed, the sea has changed, and a rising tide lifts all boats. But my water burial has been submerged in shallow water, more than a foot above the water, as if it would rise and fall.
The locals say that Chen Feishui's tomb has no roots, if any. Say why there is a water mound that will never sink, say that there is no root, and why the water mound will never drift away! The water burial in Chen Fei has become an eternal mystery.
In that way
Have roots? One stroke is on the king's side, and death is also the soul of the emperor's family.
Rootless? The so-called Iraqis, on the other side of the water, finally failed to die with their relatives!
That year, I slept with water on my pillow.
On that day, you won the ninth five-year plan.
I am your Chen Fei.
You are filial piety, the emperor of the world.
Jinxi is located in the southwest of Kunshan City, Jiangsu Province, only 8 kilometers away from Zhouzhuang. Although it is not as famous as Zhouzhuang, it has the historical precipitation of Zhouzhuang. Mr. Shen Congwen compared Jinxi to a sleeping girl. I hope this girl will never be awakened. "You have to travel by boat when you are close at hand" is a true portrayal of Jinxi Water Town. Compared with other water towns, Jinxi is more beautiful because it has no lake to protect, and it has an atmosphere.
The history and culture of water lanes, river ports, arch bridges and Langfang for more than two thousand years endow this sleeping girl with a mysterious charm of water town, just like a fascinating and wonderful picture scroll.
Late autumn, drizzle, Jinxi
In the afternoon, it was misty and rainy, and Jinxi was shrouded in misty water mist. The blue sky is connected with the water, the autumn rain sprinkles osmanthus, and the air is filled with faint osmanthus fragrance.
I walked with you, hand in hand, holding an umbrella with a black handle and navy canvas, and crossing a short busy street. At this time, the vision was broadened, and the road split the lake in two. On one side are people sleeping in the water, and on the other side are Wubao Lake floating with aquatic plants. You can see clearly at the bottom. In the distance, Jinxi's famous "Ten-Eye Bridge" spans Wubao Lake like a jade belt. The pavilion eaves of covered bridges are more like buttons of jade belts.
This road leads directly to Lianchi Temple, a temple built by Song Xiaozong for Chen Fei. It is used for prayer and chanting. Later, the monks were ordered to dig a pond on the east side of the temple to grow lotus seeds, originally called Lotus Temple. In late autumn, scattered lotus leaves are floating on the lake. Although there are no lotus flowers blooming all over the lake, in this misty rain in late autumn, a leaf boat, swaying willows and scattered lotus leaves also have a special taste.
Walk past Lianchi Temple and enter the hinterland of the ancient town, which is also the most lively main street. The road paved with bluestone slabs has been washed away by rain, with a long green light. Most shops on both sides of the road sell old-fashioned things. When you walk in, the boss doesn't greet you very much. You can just stroll around and choose for yourself. He just dozed off in a daze and laid back.
Most of the real ancient towns are hidden in winding alleys. What is there to see in this street? I'll take you through an alley called "Beiwangjiaxiang", which is the real ancient town style. It's an alley where only two people can pass side by side. The soles of the feet are paved with serrated fan-shaped bluestone roads, with moss on both sides and mottled walls next to them. Osmanthus fragrans leaves deep in the courtyard wall were knocked out in late autumn and fell everywhere, telling the intimacy of the ancient town.
Take water as the street, bridges connect roads, water flows through the window and sleeps on the river.
Jinxi "Town is Zeguo, surrounded by water". Where there is water, there is a bridge. There are 36 ancient bridges in Jinxi. When crossing the ancient bridge, water flowed leisurely under it. Because of the need of travel, there are naturally boat girls. They have blue printed cloth on their upper bodies, red-lined twill coats on their lower bodies, black cloth pants on their lower bodies, blue cloth towels on their heads, or bamboo hats, and their faces are flushed, showing a simple strength. The boatswain shook his oars and sang local folk songs. Her voice is crisp and loud, and her pronunciation is extremely natural. In this way, she crossed bridge opening and sang all the way. Wu Peng's boat is vaguely far away, unreal, leaving only the timbre lingering in my ears and no lasting appeal.
I was with you that day.
As if I were on this boat, I was wearing a phoenix and a chardonnay, and my beautiful eyes were flowing and charming.
You, Chinese tunic suit, holding my hand, sit still and look solemn.
The boatswain's song was accompanied by a creaking sound.
The ship is rocking and my heart is sweet.
That year
Bibolou, tea, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
final
I snuggled in your arms and sighed faintly.
If I leave first,
You have to come to me.
I took the Hosta from my head and put it in your palm.
Look at the lotus half soup.
Catch Hosta
Not language.
end
in my eyes
You nodded silently.
I am your Chen Fei.
You are filial piety, the emperor of the world.
Thousands of years later
On this day, I accompany you to have tea and chat with Bibolou.
I leaned against the aperture and looked into the distance. In the misty rain in late autumn, a canopy boat was moored on the lake, the willows fluttered on the shore, the smoke curled up, and several lotus leaves were scattered on the lake. In the distance, Wulian Bridge runs on the lake like a jade belt. The bells of Lianchi Temple are leisurely, and the white walls of Yamato are scattered in the depths. ...
I said to myself, it would be nice if it rained a little more, but I don't know if Chen Fei's tomb will be washed away if it rains a little more.
You pointed to the distance, "Xiao Zong gave Chen Fei a bridge. The design of the bridge comes from a Hosta, the famous Ten-Eye Bridge, also called baodai bridge. Baodai bridge will ebb and flow, and Chen Fei's tomb will ebb and flow for thousands of years!
Hua, the rain hits the dark tiles, forming lines from dots, falling into the lake along the eaves of the tiles, causing ripples. ...
I am drunk in this misty rain, waiting for you!
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