Zhaozhuang in Guzhen Village, Sancheng Township, my hometown, is only a stone’s throw away from Wuyi Tang Baiying. The voices of chickens and dogs heard each other, but the communication between them was very difficult, because a clear stream blocked the people on both sides of the bank. In the autumn of 1951, Tang Baiying sang a big play. Many fellow villagers in Guzhen village rushed to Tang Baiying to watch the play through a variety of tools for crossing the river. As a child, I couldn’t go there because I didn’t have the tools for crossing the river at home. My mother said that we can still hear the drama at home, and I know it is coaxing me. This night, the percussion of gongs and drums and the undulating flute sound hit my heart deeply. The next day I was very unhappy and thought to myself, how nice it would be to have a bridge.
In 1955, the hometown had a bumper harvest. In late autumn, the parents and the young adults in Zhuangzi picked rice to pay the public grain. If it weren’t for this Qingliu River, it would only take 20 to 30 minutes to pay public rations this time. Because the grain harvesting point is on the Hongtu Mountain diagonally opposite our Zhuangzi. That day, my parents and Zhuangzi’s folks ran all the way to Hongtu Mountain. The food delivery team went west for more than four miles, first to the entrance of Wuyi North Bridge, then carefully climbed the pontoon bridge, crossed the Qingliu River, onto Wuyi Street, and then traveled east for more than three miles. It took nearly two hours. , Finally reached the point of delivery. Looking at the sweat of the parents already soaking their clothes, all the folks are also sweating profusely. I said, “Why don’t you build a bridge?” The adults all laughed and said, “Baozi, wait until you grow up to realize this wish.” I was “ridiculed” by everyone.
Speaking of building bridges, in the spring of 1937, squires on both sides of the strait raised hundreds of oceans to build a wooden bridge. For some reason, the construction of the bridge was delayed.
The bridge in my hometown has become an unforgettable complex in my heart.
In the summer of 1955, my family held a pot and asked me to go to Wuyi to buy more than ten kilograms of lime. At that time, I was a small person, carrying a small load, and walking tremblingly on the pontoon bridge. I got up and scared me out of my mind. When I returned home, I made a “black smoke wind” with my parents, “If you let me pick things up in black clothes, I don’t recognize you as my parents.”
In early 1973, I got married. After the Spring Festival, our parents were deeply homesick and took us back to our hometown. I took a bus from An to Chu County, and then took a train from Chu County to Wuyi. A family of four returned to their hometown happily, but when they walked to the entrance of the bridge, the wife was timid, thinking about how wide the pontoon is two feet wide, how do they get there? It just so happened that a few fellow villagers came over. She actually shouted: “Big brother, big brother, don’t go, let me go first!” People on both sides of the strait laughed. My wife is from the city. When will I cross this single-wood bridge? The ripples of a bridge built on both sides of the strait were once again in my heart.
Speaking of the bridge in my hometown, there is really a legendary story: There was a child bride on the north bank of Qingliu River, who was only 14 or 15 years old. That year, her husband fell ill and asked her to go to Wuyi to grab medicine. But when she approached the entrance of the bridge, the bridge was already Is gone. Because the pontoon bridge was washed away by the heavy rain last night, when she saw it, she looked up to the sky and cried. She moved an old gentleman by the bridge, so she paid to hire a boat to take him to the other side, catch the medicine in time, and rescued her husband. In order to be grateful, the child’s daughter-in-law and the whole family gave the old man a plaque with the words “Great Grace and Great Virtue Bodhisattva’s Heart”, which was passed down as a good story. This child bride-in-law was greatly inspired since then, determined to be a good person and do good deeds, and later became the first village head of Guzhen Village and the only female township head in Lai’an.
The most unforgettable day for me was the day in the summer of 1953. My nephew was going to Wuyi to take a junior high school exam. The pontoon was gone and the ferry was washed away in a heavy rain. Junior high school was soaked. Because of this delay, he lost the opportunity, and finally became a private teacher forever.
The bridge of my hometown has always settled in my heart, and I have been paying attention to it. Until my parents passed away, I went back to the tomb every year, and I looked forward to seeing this bridge in my hometown one day. In 1994, the news came from my hometown that the Wuyi Bridge was going to be built, and I jumped for joy. I didn’t believe it, so I hired a two-seater car from Antoin to Chu County, and went straight to the entrance of Wuyi Bridge. The locals told me that the bridge had moved 500 meters downstream, so I rushed to the construction site immediately. The construction site was crowded with people coming and going, and I took out the cigarettes I had prepared a long time ago out of my pocket, took out many cigarettes from them, and scattered them to the construction staff one by one. I don’t know who said that the boss still buys two cigarettes to treat us. I touched my body and only had more than 200 yuan. I asked the driver to go to the store to buy two “Hongtashan” and hand them to the person in charge of construction. There was an indescribable joy in my heart. At this time, the construction master said: “Now the policy is good. In recent years, three or four bridges will be built on the Qingliu River. You have to prepare the money for cigarettes.” I said. “Okay, I’m willing to spend all my salary!”
I suffered from insomnia that night…
I don’t know how long it took, and the fragrance floating in the alley suddenly disappeared. On the bluestone slabs, there are traces of the bare feet of the companions; under the eaves are the figures of a group of naughty children who have forgotten to go home when it rains… This is the little Jiangnan in my memory, shrouded in clouds and mist. It has a well-known name. The name-Wenchangli. It came from thousands of years ago, in the fragrance of the years, walked through the long river of history, and gave birth to countless literary talents.
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Wenchang Lane has deep historical and cultural heritage, in the hearts of people left the city Linchuan “root” and “Pulse.” The quaint Wenchang Bridge spans the Fuhe River, singing Tang Xianzu’s Peony Pavilion every year. In the evening, when strolling on the bridge head, a sweet-smelling wind blows from the Fuhe River, and the ubiquitous young people in Hanfu make the quaint Wenchang Bridge even more unique and romantic.
Stepping up from Wenchang Bridge, looking at the rippling Fuhe River, calm down and feel it carefully. It seems that a bustling pier appears in front of your eyes, and the ships that come and go are so vivid. Looking into the distance, the majestic map of water transportation above Fuhe River suddenly appeared in front of him, accompanied by a sound of neat and powerful chants.
Going further is the Rudongyuan Cultural District, which was once the most prosperous commercial district in Linchuan Old Town, which can be regarded as the birthplace of Linchuan culture. It has witnessed the history and transformation of Linchuan for a thousand years.
I walked on the bluestone roads of Hengjie and Zhuyi Street full of childhood memories, looking at the quaint buildings, the traces of the mottled years are intertwined with the bright red paint. The appearance seems to come into view… The ringing of bicycles and the screaming of vendors together constitute this beautiful picture—the children returning from school are sitting around under the old elm tree, and they are either pouting or lying on their stomachs, naive and naive It was so ridiculous that he walked forward and found that the naughty boy was using a magnifying glass to observe the ants carrying food. It was getting late, and under the setting sun, the mother was calling in the alley, but these naughty children couldn’t care about going home, and they all ran away without a trace. What an interesting picture after school!
Before I knew it, I walked to the Yulong Longevity Palace. As soon as I looked up, I could see a towering, exquisitely crafted relief stone building. The afterglow of the setting sun draped over the relief, making the characters, landscapes, birds and beasts more lifelike and breathtaking. When you walk into Le Lou, you will find that it is divided into three parts: front, middle, and back. Moving forward is the music building (stage), front hall and ear building, moving backward is a three-story attic, and moving forward is the main hall. The main hall is divided into left, middle and right parts. On the left is the Huoshen Temple, on the right is Wenxing Temple, and in the middle is Xuxian Temple (also known as Jingyang Temple). The actors upstairs are proficient in singing and making proofs, and their mellow drama is even more impressive. What an opera picture of Tang Weng’s hometown!
The night is getting darker, walking on the corridor, the summer wind is wrapped in ethereal and primitive bells, like a pair of broad hands smoothing my complicated thoughts, I can’t help but calm down. The bells reverberated, my footsteps gradually slowed, and I reached out my hand to touch the dry wall painting on the wall, and thousands of years of history seemed to be in sight.
At the top of the moon, the red walls and green tiles, who can not sigh at such a charming scenery? There are many Sanskrit sounds, and the Four Dreams of Linchuan are also singing here. Who can not be surprised by such a city with a long history and humanities? Yes! Fuzhou is a place with “dreams” and “plays”. This hometown of talented scholars will also carry forward the past and continue to cultivate more outstanding talents for the construction of our country!
