Xie, an ancient tree with temperature.

The ancient village with temperature/Xieliukeng is an ancient chess piece left by immortals in Le 'an County, Jiangxi Province, which existed in Shang and Zhou Dynasties. There seems to be no reason or intention. Since I have been there once, I put it in the depths of my memory and locked it in a misty rain. In fact, the day I went to Liukeng was the time when the willow was green and pink this year, and the weather was good. Between the building and Shan Ye, on some rugged concrete roads, there are red azaleas supporting and golden rape flowers standing upright. When I opened the window, I only felt the spring breeze blowing in my face. Rhododendrons and rape blossoms reveal a simple warm welcome. It was at the moment when the car was about to enter the village that I had the most vivid and profound interpretation of the words "refreshed" and "sweet". In the thin sunshine, I was fascinated by the first village in the ages, lying quietly and welcoming countless pairs of eyes who came here. There are trees in the village. Nothing strange. Strangely enough, it's hundreds of years and thousands of years of vicissitudes to just click your hand. A osmanthus tree with green branches and leaves at the top and strong spring. It has withered in the corner of the front yard of Qi Jing Temple for more than 400 years, and it didn't come back to life until a few years ago. Looking closely, I saw that the stem was old and hollow, and only one inch wide bark was attached to both sides of the hollow trunk, so the villagers had to fork up wooden pillars for it to "save their lives"; A camphor tree forest, with different heights and thicknesses, is crowded together. Every tree is stained with the breath of literati and celebrities, shiny leaves, and the brilliance of family blood shines in the sun ... Standing on the tree and listening to the tour guide, you will feel that in this ancient village of Liukeng, the roots and trunks are complete, and the leaves are history. What people can see is that honesty stands proudly in the wind and history drops in the rain; What you can imagine is that the vigorous roots of Liukeng Ancient Village are buried under the lush trees! There is water in the village. A Wujiang river flows from ancient times, like a woman's arms, holding the ancient village in her arms, unchanged for thousands of years. Curved and long stone steps, such as the wrinkles on women's skirts, are submerged in the water, and young or not young village women squat on the wrinkles and pat their clothes and wash them. This scene brings tourists a crisp and soft touch; A dragon lake, moored in the village, is long and narrow and regular, just like a big mirror given to the whole village by God. Liukeng is not like Zhouzhuang. The whole village floats on the water, but there is also a north-south alley across the water, with wooden railings and roofs made of tiles. This road looks like a pontoon bridge and a water corridor with a canopy. The villagers buy and sell vegetables here, play chess and cards, and talk nonsense. The breeze glided across this side of the water, climbed up the alley, touched people's faces in the market, and ran to the other side of the water. That leisure and comfort makes the oppressed modern people only sigh that "this scene should only exist in the sky" ... The water in the village is flowing, and this water is generally full of the souls of liars! There are books everywhere in this village. Coming to Liukeng feels like finding a thread-bound book in a corner of a modern house. The yellowed pages are full of the names of sages and scholars and beautiful talks about the grand event of five moves, six sons and seven sons. After Zeng Feng, a famous Neo-Confucianism scholar in the Southern Song Dynasty, founded Xishan Academy, an ordinary small village was densely populated with 28 academies and bookstores, which is estimated to be extremely rare in the world. The village has a rich collection of books, and there are family schools in each ancestral hall. The Jade Emperor Pavilion and Kuixing Pavilion in the Sanguan Hall are the gathering places for scholars and scholars to discuss, sing and write poems. There are poetry books in the village, how can we not crouch tiger, hide dragon? With the wind of the imperial examination, more than 300 officials in Liukeng successively served as magistrate, governor, minister, assistant minister, suggestion and prime minister. Walking on the stone road where geese hatch in the village hutong, my thoughts have gone backwards for hundreds of years: here, every doorway has dignitaries coming out, and every academy is crowded with people ... Is there really a saying about geomantic omen and natural mysteries in such a charming house? The most direct thing that makes me feel as if I am going deep into history is those houses. Most of the houses in Liukeng were built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, requiring every household to design and build with skilled axes. Horsehead wall, log column, blue-gray tile, painted beam, carved beam-the traces of time are clearly exposed inadvertently among the tiles: the ancient house in the Song Dynasty opened sideways, while the house in the Ming Dynasty opened in the middle; People with fine carvings live a well-off life, while people with simple thresholds live in poverty. Most of these houses have three entrances on the second floor, with things stored upstairs and people living downstairs. The colorful walls of the hall are carved with figures, flowers, birds and insects. Not only that, but even the lintel, windowsill, bedstead and shed of the house are engraved with stories of bibcock, deer, phoenix, flowers and people. There are usually plaques on the halls and doors of houses. Counting down, there are hundreds of well-preserved plaques in the village, and there are nearly a hundred couplets. What is even more rare is that, regardless of Liu's appearance, the couplets are mostly written by famous artists, and they all have their own stories and meanings. Such a precious treasure doesn't seem to be taken seriously when deceiving people. Every family leaves their doors open and unlocked. Because every house is history and every family is a scenic spot, the most common sight here is: the old man is sitting on the stone bench in front of the door, the woman in charge is squatting in the courtyard with a big basin to wash clothes, and the tour guide is standing in the hall explaining the meaning of the plaque and tile inscription in front of the hall, detailing the glory of the ancestors of the house and the rise and fall of the family ... The owner of the house is not disturbed and unhappy at all by strangers, even if the family raises it. In Liukeng village, almost no one will mention the decoration of the house. Here, no one will easily move a tree and a brick for the comfort and beauty of the house. The ditch in front of the house is dark and dirty under the gravel in front of each house. They would rather pry up the rubble and dig it out for cleaning, and no one would like to paste a cement ditch to save trouble. Even the Dong Shi Grand Ancestral Hall, which was burned and exiled in the village during the Republic of China, has only its five pillars standing there alone, like the Yuanmingyuan burned in Eight-Nation Alliance that year, exposing the past and scars without any repair ... Liu lied to people to enjoy the richness of modern materials, but faithfully lived in a simple and black history. Unlike many villages where "old" is constantly pushing "new" and old houses are constantly being replaced by shallow and tacky "small foreign buildings", Liu lied that people prefer to use their ancestors' chastity archways as walls instead of whitewashing the rich with cement and tiles and burying the past; Unlike other cold scenic spots that only open when tourists come, Liu tricked people into getting used to sleeping with history and living with scenic spots. They endowed the old house with temperature and popularity, and also endowed it with simple and fragrant charm in the secular world. Therefore, when a young preschool female teacher wearing a floral blouse escorted a group of children through the Zhuangyuan building in the village and evacuated them home in a granite alley, I had an illusion for a moment because I didn't understand their dialect slang: the female teacher became a woman who came from ancient times, and a group of little guys with long schoolbags became her little apprentices who were admitted to the imperial examinations ... When I came back from Longhu, under the weeping willows by the lake. The gray house was moved to white paper, and the original flavor of Jiangnan jumped out of the paper. Standing behind the drawing board, my thoughts become misty, thinking: it would be better if it rained a little today. In a quiet village, in a foggy and rainy lane, three or two women wearing double-breasted jackets stood on tiptoe and walked beautifully with a flower umbrella ... how much like the spring rain map of Jiangnan in this year's Spring Festival party! I also think that in such a quiet and natural village, maybe I shouldn't come alone, but I should come with a clean, gentle and lovely woman with a pure and charming feeling. It seems that only in this way can I deserve the remote, authentic and graceful charm of ancient villages ... Liukeng is not far from Nanchang, only four hours' drive. But it is like Tianchi in Xinjiang and Songhua Lake in Jilin. After seeing it once, I put it in a high and far place, afraid to visit it again easily, just to make it beautiful in my heart. Once, when I excitedly told my friend about this "world trip, a trip back to the ancients", my friend told me a meaningful thing: "We are losing our village faster and faster, and we are blurring the true face of life. Perhaps it is precisely because today's villages are less and less like villages. When you see this ancient village with both historical depth and humanistic temperature, you will have this kind of attachment and embarrassment of' meeting an old friend in another country'. " "Ancient Village with Temperature" is the expression of my inner feelings and love for convection pits. Dating Liukeng is a kind of forehead-to-forehead intimacy, and it is a skin kiss on the blue brick board. It fascinated my earthly heart with the criss-crossing Gu Xiang, and I can't walk out anymore. ...

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