The latest developments in the development of Hanjiang, the latest news of Hanjiang society.
Welcome to pay attention, Hanjiang News is in control!
Putian Township News, June 2021 (Yiwen)
Look up at the old bridge
□ Cai Jiancai
I thought that the bridge on Mulan Creek was the oldest and most beautiful non-Ninghai Bridge in existence.
"Ninghai Bridge is a big stone bridge with a long rainbow and a flying frame." The older generation described the Ninghai Bridge in this way. Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, dawn stands on the bridge to watch the sunrise, which is a spectacle; the rising sun is like a large round mirror, radiating ten thousand golden rays; the sparkling under the bridge, like a golden dragon wave by wave, very spectacular, so there is a "Ninghai First Day" elegant name, one of the "Twenty-four Views of Putian". It is reported that the bridge is now a provincial key cultural relics protection unit. I have never chosen to go to the scene early in the morning on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival to enjoy the sunrise beauty, I don't know if I can enjoy such a spectacular view? However, the wonderful impression has been deeply in the mind of every Putian person, and when ninghai bridge is mentioned, it will naturally think of the beauty of "The First Day of Ninghai".
On that day, I came to Ninghai Bridge near noon, and after feeling the bridge deck, piers and stone beams of the bridge at close range, I walked down a trestle to the edge of the beach. I saw that the beach was crawling with red pincer crabs, at least a thousand... These beings who live with the Ninghai Bridge day and night are accustomed to watching the sunrise and sunset, watching the tide rise and fall, and forming a harmonious picture with the ancient bridge.
The tidal flats are overgrown with reeds, weeds, and a modern fishing boat that has dropped anchor, with its flag waving in the wind. Washed by the sea, the beach has become shiny and fat, so it has become a paradise for red-pincer crabs. Ninghai Bridge is close to the mouth of Xinghua Bay, so the river surface is getting wider and wider, and the white statue of Meifei on the opposite embankment is particularly conspicuous against the background of green trees, green grass and gray beaches. The shelterbelts on the embankment are lined up and lush, becoming a natural barrier.
The water close to the mouth of the sea is turbid, and a large number of floating lotuses drift down from upstream, drift to the turbulent place of the water, constantly swirling, and finally all swept away under the impact of the next torrent. The tide rises and falls, and layers of foam spread on the beach, and every rise and fall will make a loud noise.
Standing on the trestle, I looked at the figure of the bridge in the distance and felt a lot. The piers of the bridge stand sturdily in the midst of the torrent. For many years, it has still stood firm and made great contributions to the people who have traveled from the south to the north. Because a bridge flys north and south, the graben changes its route, and the Ninghai Bridge plays its own function and plays a role in transportation. But few people look at it that way, look at it so closely. The wise men say that bridges are the accumulation of human wisdom and labor. When the land is cut by the rivers, when the roads are blocked by flowing water, wise human beings stand at the water's edge, so there are ferries, there are bridges. The bridge bridge bridged the rupture, and the bridge communicated. Yes, it is the bridge that connects the two sides of the strait, and it is the bridge that communicates whether there is or not. Ninghai Bridge, which embodies the wisdom of laborers, is like a giant of history, silently watching the change of dynasties for many years, silently welcoming guests from the south to the north.
Huangshi is a famous water town, with a dense water system and a developed water system. Where there are ditches and water towns, there are bridges, mostly stone bridges, which reflect beauty and femininity. It can be imagined that throughout the ages, how many literati rioters have been singing on the ancient bridge in Huangshi Water Town, the grass is miserable, and the sunset remnants have become the excellent materials for their writing. But I don't know how many people have read the ancient bridge? Once upon a time, how many times in the dream of wandering in a certain ancient town, a certain water town, the ancient town water town has a variety of vivid historical figures, on the blue ripples of the river, fluttering with harmonious orchestras, small boats coming and going, the sound of the bridge, from time to time swaying in the water pavilion reflected in the water and the forest on the shore, the water light flashing with a long ancient rhyme, you are wandering, through one bridge hole after another. The bustling scenes of dreams are intoxicating enough, and perhaps these dreams are also a reflection of a certain hike. In short, the scenery of the small bridge and the flowing water is to make people stay.
However, in contrast to The Ninghai Bridge, there is really a sense of different styles and small witches seeing big witches. The small bridge is beautiful and feminine, and the Ninghai Bridge is quite majestic and rugged. In my eyes, the thousands of small stone bridges in Huangshi Water Village only play a sidelining role.
Maybe it's because modern life feels too busy and heavy, I haven't been to the beach for a long time to enjoy the unique feeling of the ancient bridge and the stream alone. In the Ninghai Bridge embankment around a large circle, every time quietly looking at the tide in front of you, there will always be imagination: the bridge is lively, the traffic is busy; the tide on the shore is constantly sweeping the beach, repeatedly, echoing; the muddy sea, sweeping everything and finally rushing to the sea, perhaps all the course of life is like this.
(The image of this article is from the database of this newspaper.) ）
A paradise of stones
Text/Huang Aihua Photo/She Qihui
From the shore of the sea, along the winding mountain road, looking up in the direction of the mountain peaks, heeding the silent call of the stones, we marched all the way to the heights. Halfway up the mountain, we stopped walking, and in this mountain range, we met this bush of stones face to face.
This is the secret place of Xinghua Bay and the paradise of the stones. Tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or more, they stand majestically on the seashore, let the wind and rain wash away the wind and waves, let the tide rise and fall suddenly, do not seek fame, only seek tranquility. How it resembles a noble man.
The mountains are not tall, there is no mountain and stream to accompany each other, and there is no shade of ancient trees. But as long as these stones are enough! Tinggang Mountain is the free habitat of the stones, and the stones are the soul of the Tinggang Mountain.
They were quiet, silent, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the birds chirping and singing, still not alarmed. They were so lively again, cluster by cluster, group by group, frolicking with the ups and downs of the mountain, hiding in the deep and shallow greenery. The stones are large and small, with different shapes, randomly layered or "self-reliant for government", lying on the side is leisurely, standing is untamed, round and rolling naughty and cute, square stunned simple and thick, full of folds are kind elders, smooth and small is the Lingxiu girl.
Some people say that it is a huge thumb at the top of the stone, trying to direct the changes in the wind and clouds in the sky; some people say that it is a sail waiting to set sail, and before it can go to sea, it is frozen by time. I said that it was a contemplative philosopher who watched the sea, feeling the true nature of life in the ups and downs of the waves.
What do thousands of stones with very different looks want to express?
Is a thousand gravel have a thousand selves?
Is it possible that ten thousand stones have ten thousand dreams?
The stone steps snake, climb up the steps, slowly enter the world of stones, listen to the whispers of the stones, and imagine the joys and sorrows of the stones.
Before our eyes, they express their emotions casually. Or honestly expose your bald head, and be embarrassed to pull a green vine as an embellishment, this is not, it is not a grass! Or mischievously holding hands and forming a square frame, sometimes letting the white clouds appear on the camera, sometimes enclosing the stars in the picture frame; or lying comfortably on another big rock, the child says that like a gluttonous pig, he has eaten and snored, and the old man says that the tired and paralyzed dog must also rest.
On the high hillside was a cluster of rocks, and the beauties who had come said that they were four jade women, wondering whether they were husbands waiting for the return voyage or looking at the scenery. The poet next to him said that it was a stone book of time, and in the folds were rolled stars and the sea, and perhaps a heart.
Reading stones is also reading oneself. Children's lives are always carefree and simple in the fairy tale world; the adult world is full of miscellaneous tastes, and after tasting the bitterness, you must be open-minded and insightful to go further. Reading stones also read different aesthetics, beautiful women tend to be more romantic, and poets always have to extract the essence of life to lead to poetry.
Stones, are there really human joys and pains? Or is it the wishful thinking of many lovers? Ask the stone, the stone is silent, only the sea breeze whistles across the ear.
And I always stubbornly believe that grass and wood have hearts, and all things have spirits. Even these stones, which appear to be iron-hearted and silent, have been given a unique life, spirit, and realm by creation.
In Tinggang Mountain, the stones have no mountain shelter, nor the shade of green trees, and can only open their hearts and accept all tribulations. When the fierce sea breeze rages and attacks, shakes, corrodes, and weathers, they do not dodge, nor do they flee, in the thousands of years of bone grinding, in the boundless loneliness of the lonely corner of the sea and the sky, they are interpreted into a shocking landscape, and then sublimated into a power, a symbol, a meaning.
At this moment, the wind is still, and our hearts are at peace.
Come, and listen to the stones singing, singing the praises of time, singing the light, singing the sublime. We have no choice but to be filled with reverence!
Editor| Guan Lin, Editor| Lin Yixia
contribution
He is in charge of the Propaganda Department of the Hanjiang District Party Committee
Hosted 丨Hanjiang District Rong Media Center