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The legend of Wulong bridge

Wulong Bridge, the oldest bridge in Bijie, is a dream I miss all my life. I can see far from the bridge. In the distance are endless mountains, and the roof of the regional weather station looms through the dense trees. In youth, countless days when the wind is clear and the moon is clear and the stars are sparse, my friends and I often whisper to each other on the bridge, watching the mottled slate bridge deck, watching the branches of trees growing tenaciously from the joints of piers and extending to the sides of stone railings, and feeling the long years and historical vicissitudes.

From the Ming dynasty to the present, it has undergone two major renovations because it has witnessed too much rain, snow, wind and frost. The first time was in July of the 40th year of Qing Emperor Kangxi, and the second time was in June of 199 1 year. Although it is no longer Wushi Cave, I often can't forget the legend about this bridge. This is an old story, which has been circulated among the older generation who have lived around this bridge for generations.

When I was young, my uncle asked us, "Do you know the origin of Wulong Bridge?" ? Then began his story. It is said that once upon a time there was a master of Yin and Yang who lived by showing people Feng Shui. He had five sons. Once, he was seriously ill and wouldn't let his family call a doctor. Before he died, he called his five sons to the bedside and told them, "After I die, don't cry, don't dress me, don't bury me in the ground, and don't disturb my neighbors. In the dead of night, when all is silent, quietly throw me naked into the river. After 749 days, you can pick me up and bury me by the river again. His sons asked him why, but he said, "Don't let the cat out of the bag, and then you'll know, remember." Say that finish and die.

Following his father's orders, the night got deeper and deeper, and the sons of the Yin and Yang division secretly carried the body to the river like thieves. When they were about to throw it out, they suddenly felt naked or unsightly. They discussed it for a while, put a pair of shorts on Mr. Feng Shui and threw his body into the river. At the moment when the body entered the water, the moonlight suddenly burst, and the river was covered with silver waves, which made these sons out of sight. After that, everything was calm, and his sons couldn't see whether the body of Master Yin and Yang had gone with Shui Piao or sunk into the deep blue river.

On the morning of the 49th day, the county magistrate had a strange dream. In his dream, he saw smoke and clouds in the vast sky. If there is a flute, five little white jade dragons ride on colorful auspicious clouds, and Ran Ran floats into the sky, with scales shining all over. When the magistrate woke up, he thought it was an ominous sign and immediately ordered someone to guard around the gate. Sure enough, the soldiers caught the five sons of Yin and Yang Division, wrapped in Xiao Pa, wearing Xiao's trousers and holding them. Chopin's knocking on the ground was intermittent. After the magistrate personally asked, let them lead the way to the river, please know the person who salvaged Mr. Yin and Yang's body. After a long and arduous search under the water, I fished out a monster that looked like a human being. Except where I wear shorts, there are white scales everywhere, and two bags are bulging on my forehead. The county magistrate immediately ordered the monster to be thrown back into the river and drove away the five crying sons.

That night, the county government was brightly lit, and the embroidered golden lanterns reflected the surrounding scenery, with a touch of gold. In the half-open carved window, the county magistrate and touts had a secret meeting in the middle of the night. The next day in Chu Xiao, the sky was only faint blue, and the touts ordered the watchman to summon him. The county government wanted to build a bridge, but it had money to pay for it, but no money to contribute. In this way, a five-hole stone arch bridge was built, which cut off the Long Mai of Yin and Yang. Since then, no one in his family has been successful in official career.

I remember that when the Wulong Bridge was demolished and repaired in the early 1990s, many people nearby went to look for wild Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. In the cracks of collapsed piers for hundreds of years, they were also lucky to find precious medicines such as ginseng and ganoderma lucidum. However, along those intertwined green vines, digging up the overgrown soil, there are indeed many Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. Different sizes are buried deep underground, and the largest one weighs about a catty. My eldest brother also took time to dig a few times to make wine for my father. Unfortunately, before he had a drink, he was smashed by a rude guest who came to the house. My father was distressed for several days and nights and didn't sleep well. I think, if his old man drank this wine in those days, he must be as light as a swallow now, and he won't stagger when he walks.

Wulong bridge is still silent, watching the water of Tianhe flow through it. Um ... a little too much. Can be omitted.