Reflections on visiting Zilu Lake in Suzhou City.
A piece of wild grass uses its thin roots to reach the reality of a thousand years of history, a row of yellow leaves uses its small leaf surface to collect the glory of a thousand years, and a petal of wild flower disturbs the fragrance of a thousand years with its tender stamens.
This is the city of Chang'an. At the end of its prosperity there is only weeds.
This is Weiyang Palace, and history will be nothing but dust in the future!
Thousands of years ago, this was Longshou Mountain.
Thousands of years later, this is Longshou Mountain again.
Over the years, there must have been the Weiyang Palace, which was square and square and surrounded by walls; there must have been a palace that was 2,150 meters long from east to west and 2,250 meters wide from north to south. , the Weiyang Palace has more than 40 buildings covering an area of about five square kilometers. In the same palace city, there must be a palace in the middle of the palace. The platform base is 350 meters long from north to south, 200 meters wide from east to west, and the highest point reaches the front hall of 15 meters. At this moment, everything under the feet returned to the appearance of Longshou Mountain with excellent feng shui that ordinary people can detect. Moreover, the local people are still unwilling to call it a mountain, although it is generally called a plateau, just like the land of Guanzhong with overlapping loess.
Standing on such a mountain or plateau, autumn has just arrived. The flowers have bloomed and faded quickly, but the leaves are not in a hurry to be dyed red and yellow. Naturally, the green in the eyes is no longer so self-righteous. A gust of wind or even a ray of sunshine will reveal the thinness that is already permeating the depths.
This scene is just like the southern Chu folk song: the wind blows and the hemp leaves turn white. The next line of lyrics is: The gourd blossoms are fake. Liu Bang, who took the lead in conquering Chang'an City from Chu in the south, seized the position of "King of Qin" and ordered the princes in accordance with the "Covenant of King Huai". Wouldn't the whole world of China be followed by the "Qin" who spoke "Qin language"? "People" and "Qin people"? Fortunately, the overlord of Western Chu roared in the sky, and in an instant the mountains and rivers were turned upside down and the seas flowed across the river. Facing the hero's anger, Liu Bang had no choice but to take the title of "King of Han". In a moment of aggrieved helplessness, he actually made "Han people", "Chinese language" and "Han nationality" for thousands of generations. If you don't believe in an inch of your life, you will lose your ability to be upright. How can you achieve Chang'an without being kind and tolerant? A gourd vine blooms overwhelmingly, but only bears a few fruits in the end. Those flowers that cannot bear fruit are more fresh and more beautiful, and they also attract bees and butterflies. In the end, they still can't escape the deception. life. History is high above, but from the perspective of reality, it is like the indigo indigo above and the white hemp leaves below. The scenery is very different when the wind blows or when there is no wind.
What can be clearly distinguished is the past life, but what cannot be distinguished is rebirth. No matter how strong the grass is, how can it grow for thousands of generations? The clumps of foxtail grass want to rock brightly, just like the important ministers of the Han Dynasty in the six halls of Weiyang Palace. No matter how strong the fragrance is, how can it pervade Long Live? Pieces of skinny Parma grass fluttering in a showy manner, like the Han Dynasty clerks in the eighteen pavilions outside Weiyang Palace.
I picked up a piece of rubble with my left hand, feeling as heavy as a palace in my palm. I picked up half a tile in my right hand, and there was a piece of elegance in my fingers. Lifting his left foot, regardless of whether he was careful or not, he would kick Dong Que into the air and reverberate. Putting down the right foot, whether intentional or not, is destined to trample the Bailiang Terrace firmly. A sneeze to the west is enough to shake the Xisimamen. A cough to the east will definitely frighten the plants and trees in East Simamen.
The imperial palace is still young, and there are many ups and downs in Zhou Hui.
When you scratch the scorched earth, you can see the sky with a flick of it. When Lao Chen held it and smelled it, he thought of Shiqu. A lump of mud, pinched, creates a golden flower. Once you shake off the gravel, you can count the jade halls. The floating ashes are like a ball, and when you blow it, a white tiger floats up. A handful of quicksand, if leaked, turns into a unicorn. In the separate hall of the Li Palace and the Chongtai Hong Pavilion, I always remember that the stars are arrayed around me.
The king is always happy and knows that time is invincible.
There was a burst of flying ashes, like skirts falling down the Yeting. A handful of mud is like rouge smeared on the pepper room. A pile of earth and bones, like a majestic and beautiful acacia. A pebble shines like an agate in the sun. A row of ruins looks like a graceful lady and a mandarin duck. In the dry ditch area, it looks like corals taking a bath and wearing fragrance. Along the desolate path, there are red jade and grass. The line of animal traces is a mellow orchid forest of white jade. When the wall is broken, the long-sleeved thrush is flying. A side of bluestone is like the emerald reflecting the phoenix at night. The concubine's boudoir, pink pavilion and fragrant tower, can't forget the iridescent clouds.
The flying geese leave behind their voices, and those poppies that have already bloomed and danced wildly and tiredly are out of season. Unless they come to Zhaojia Feiyan, what else can they say about the long autumn night in the Thirty-Sixth Palace? ! The wind has left traces, those wild roses that have long been fragrant and intoxicated with fragrance. If we can't welcome the daughter of the Chen family, no one will miss Gillian! Looking across the horizon, snowflakes and plum blossoms are standing quietly not far away, waiting for the wonderful Zhaojun who stepped out of Chang'an, played nonsense on the pipa for thousands of years, and never left the fortress!
The autumn wind blowing from nowhere is intoxicating, as if it has just passed through more than 3,000 famous fruits and flowers that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty visited, such as Tang Zao, Zi Zao, Xiwangmu Zao; purple pear, green pear, Fang pear; Frost peach, Han peach, Qiye peach; Purple plum, green plum, golden branch plum; Red Tang, Bai Tang, Qing Tang, Sha Tang, red plum, swallow plum, monkey plum, purple leaf plum, Tongxin plum; The silver tree, the yellow silver tree, the thousand-year-old tree, the ten-thousand-year-old tree, the Fu Lao tree, the Jin Ming tree, the shaking wind tree, the singing wind tree, and the glazed tree. A hundred miles of Chang'an is paved with Luhui, Jiangli, Wushou and Liuyi. For ten miles, there are Jieche, Henglan, Zoyusa and Lusha. Ginger and lotus, as strong as sunflower seeds, fresh branches of yellow pebbles, and asparagus and green weeds, are all the wonders and flowers in the world. They are beautiful and fragrant in the world. They can cover the rivers and lakes and spread across the wilderness of the empire, but they cannot withstand the dust of a night. The trees are still trees, the grass is still grass, and the flowers are still flowers, but they are all restored to the willows in the trees, the artemisia in the grass, and the sorrel in the flowers.
The old site in the wilderness is a masterpiece from ancient times.
Above the wild relics, everything is impermanent.
That day, next to the ruins of Weiyang Palace, a friend who was traveling with him suddenly mentioned that a friend from Gansu once gave him a Han Dynasty clay pot. When he placed it at home, the family had nightmares every day. When I woke up once, I still remembered what the person in the dream said to me: If there are no ghosts, why bother? Another friend nearby went on to say that she had left a girlfriend living alone in another house. My girlfriend stayed one night and told her before leaving that she had been touched by something soft during the night. My girlfriend is also experienced in the world. She calmly pushed the soft thing away and said don't do this. After several times, there was no movement. This house is only 80 square meters and contains many antiques. After her girlfriend left, she immediately went there to have a "meeting" and spoke to the antiques in the house, asking them to behave and behave themselves, otherwise they would be asked to go out. It is unknown whether there are any soft objects in my friend's house again. After the friend who got the Han jar put it in the basement, everything in the house returned to peace.
Liu Bang, who came from the Chu region, probably cared more about the magic of southern China to himself and the reality of the Han Dynasty. Several Han bamboo slips unearthed in Kongjiapo, Suizhou, Hubei Province, the center of the Chu region, record the use of chicken blood to worship the earth god. One of the bamboo slips contains the text "Yangxie", indicating that "Yang" and "Pai" were connected at that time, and "Paixie" "Of course it refers to evil spirits and disasters. Such examples include the Qin bamboo slips in Yunmengsuihudi and the silk scripts in Mawangdui, Changsha. Since the word "disaster" was generally written as "central" during the Qin and Han Dynasties, the great emperor of the Han Dynasty must have foreseen what happened after his death. "Weiyang Palace" It should be a palace without disasters or disasters.
After experiencing the Lu Family Rebellion, the Seven Kingdoms Changes, and the witchcraft disaster, when the businessman Du Wu killed Wang Mang in the palace wine pool, and the school captain beheaded him, the meaning of Wei Young, no matter how it is interpreted, Whether there is no end or whether it means no disaster is just a legend.
As friends have experienced, the meaning of Weiyang Palace, which has existed for hundreds of generations and lived in the present moment, is more important than Changle and Chang'an, so that the evil in history will not invade the world again. Where historical relics are located, I would rather have the vines and glutinous rice as the national beauty, and the green annua as the pillars, than let the traitors of the previous dynasty enjoy half a ray of sunshine again. Weiyang, who is as small as a blade of grass, has great regrets for the past, and she has to write about history in vain. The humanistic society is unique and new with each passing day. Only when the fragrant grass accumulates and the garden is full of fine trees can the world be prosperous and have a profound meaning of eternal peace. The scorched earth is piled high, the wild geese are far away, the foxtail grass that grows in history, and the dandelions floating in time will all have the powerful power of reality.