Eat all the mountains and treasures of the sea, or return to the pot of meat is good; walk all over the north and south of the heavens, or we Xichang right. When I first wrote this sentence, I was already "not confused" at an old age. It can be seen that it is a solid experience and cognition and summary of my half life. After that, in a deep and strong sense of gratitude, I enjoyed this "right", cherished this "right", and always remembered this "right". However, perhaps too "right", in recent years, I have gradually, and more and more intensely, a feeling of unreality: how can I live in this heavenly place? This feeling, from time to time, prompts me to imagine the human world, the human beings of the world. I know, the world is big, big. But in this very big world, many places are either too cold or too hot; in many places, there are either great floods or great droughts; there are many places that are both cold and hot, both waterlogged and droughty; even thousands of miles of red land, and even no grass... This is where I deeply regret and feel uneasy: Xichang is so good, but Xichang is only one; and in particular, The Qionghai and Lushan Mountains in Xichang are also the only ones in the world. This determines that only a handful of the world's billions of people — very small, very small ones — can enjoy the beauty of Xichang and receive the blessings of Qionghai Lushan. And I, and my family, are among them. How lucky! The so-called creation of a lifetime, a life of creation. Gratitude is needless to say. But I think I should do something for Xichang, for Qionghai and Lushan. What to do? Loving her grass and trees, stone by stone, bit by bit, cherishing and carefully tasting every inch of time with her, this is the minimum, all Xichang people should be able to do it. Then from time to time, play your own heart song, get some poetry, get some text, get some songs, get some words. This is not the need of anyone, for example, the needs of the times, society, or tourism, culture, this is my need. It is the simple whisper of my heart, the boundless shallow singing of my soul... I am qionghai who accidentally fell into your trap! Even I did not think that I would start with such a sentence to weave my inseparable text connection with Qiong Hai and Lushan. At that time, the first brick and tile factory in the state-owned Xichang area went to the Anning River Valley to recruit workers, and it was a word from a friend that determined the journey of my life. The friend said: "Although it is a brick and tile factory, it is on the qionghai sea." So, I took the form and filled it out, and from then on, like a tree, I was transplanted from the west bank of the Anning River to the Qionghai Sea, and never left. Now that I think about it, what I filled out was not a paper recruitment form, but a lifelong covenant I signed with Qiong Hai...
Where the water and grass are abundant, the diamond horn flowers bloom over and over again, and the water hyacinth floats away and comes back... Brick and tile factories do not grow poetry. But fortunately, at that time, I learned about the 埙, this pottery instrument. I am a potter, and in one corner of the west bank of the Qionghai Sea, I heard an unusually long and low chant from the base of life. And the water hyacinth with the scientific name of the hyacinth with pink and white flowers is also very beautiful in the eyes of my youth. I imagined myself as a piece of pottery that could make a sound. I can't be as far and low as I am. I just believe that my hoarse groan, the Qionghai in front of me and the lush Lushan Mountain behind me, can be heard. I wrote "Qionghai White Goose Wave" - this is your moment of emergence, Qionghai! I wrote "Lushan Wanghai Lou" - this look has been looking forward to a hundred years! Looking through the autumn water, looking through the clouds, looking at the south flying geese... I wrote Qionghai and Lushan together- "Lushan Qionghai": Lushan Cang, Confucian Zen Interpretation of a Furnace of Incense. A pot of incense, Moss Wa Ming Qing, old Bo Han Tang. The eyelashes are long, and the autumn water and the full moon are raised together. A total of lifting, fishing songs half basket, heaven on earth. It is written very generally, it is engraved in the long gallery of poetry tablets in Lushan Guangfu Temple, I looked back and forth, and I did not find it. Brother Zhang Zhengning, a good friend and local archaeologist, was very lifted, not only hand-written into a fan, but also framed into a huge text in a form that was both exaggerated and luxurious, and then hung in my living room. Previously, I also wrote a poem "Qionghai Bright Moon Night": quietly guarding the shore, swinging on the lake, waiting for you to come out of the bath, my beloved, my jade and ice heavenly immortal. Beaded curtain-like willow yiyi, mirror-like sparkling, concentrating on the breath only for you, my classical lover, I shine on the jade plate of thousands of autumns. Say what the earth is desolate, what the sea is dry and rotten, since ancient times to gather and scatter sometimes, tonight the moon is boundless! Hands and hands, hearts and hearts, feelings and feelings, souls and souls. The beautiful scenery of the good night cannot be stopped, and the song is sung at night. Obviously, what I want to express is a quiet, lingering, classical beauty. I think this is the Qionghai in my heart. And the moon in Xichang, every time it rises on the opposite side of the sea, it can set off a tidal wave of my feelings, let me concentrate on the breath, or the eight poles of the heart... This song was later composed by my wife and Mr. An Yu, a famous local composer. Twice, at a friend's party, I sang jerkily. But more often than not, I let myself sing in my own heart. I believe that after decades of earburns, I have established a certain spiritual connection with Lushan and Qionghai... Yes, lying quietly at the foot of Lushan Mountain, every night and every night, I listen to the heart of Lushan Mountain; stepping on the shore of Qionghai, every hour and every hour, I touch the heartbeat of Qionghai, or sorrow or joy, or sorrow or sorrow, that cut pain, that deep pain, that leisurely thought, it is all, beating bones and flesh, through it. Later, in 2007, xichang Qionghai-Lushan mountain scenic spot built new attractions, widely solicited from the society. I have never studied it, but I like it since I was a child, and I think it has the characteristics and charm of Chinese language and literature, and it is especially suitable for expressing my chest. In the middle of last summer, lushan Guangfu Temple was enlisted, and I had some excitement and missed a few pairs at night. Among them, it may be mentioned that it was handwritten by Brother Tang Deming, who was then the "double chairman" of the Prefecture and City Book Association, and a pair in front of the Daxiong Hall: The Great Temple Zhuanghu Mountain, Cuibai Qianqiu Interprets Zen; The Pagoda Picks the Sun and the Moon, and the Clear Light Illuminates the Hearts of all. It's not that the couplet is multi-working, how good it is, but it illustrates my understanding of Buddhism and the status of Guangfu Temple to Lushan. In the autumn, I saw that Lushan was building the Mountain Gate Archway, so I wrote two couplets, but there was no such design at the beginning, and later it was collected, which gave me the opportunity to deliberate and modify: nourishing the true qi of heaven and earth, Qingfeng Eternal Accumulation xiangrui; Hui humanistic elite, clear water and a hong gathering of tender feelings. The juxtaposition of Confucianism and Taoism is the period of all religions, and this land gathers good people; the shanshui city is dependent on each other, and the people are blessed. In the meantime, for the sea moon and the flower moon pavilion of the moon bay opposite the sea, two sets of "four-pillar rings" were also made: a star fishing fire sank into the water, climbed up the mountain at half a moon, and the nine-curved long embankment nestled in the sea, and the blue waves folded into a bay. The bay folds and the blue waves are tens of thousands of hectares, the sea caress the long causeway plays nine curves, the mountain picks the lonely moon missing half, and the water embraces the fishing fire and boils a star. The "four-pillar ring connection" thing seems to have been written by no one before. I myself, too, only happened to write commentary for Moon Bay. Even the name "Four Pillar Ring" was invented temporarily. Whether it is in line with the "law" or not, first of all, I just want to pour a certain emotion that has been inflated in my heart into a "container" that I can pick up. After the dumping was finished, he looked back and found that the two pavilions were "sleeping on their feet" like twin sisters; they also found that a star of fishing fire sinking into the water was from top to bottom; climbing up the mountain at half a moon, then from bottom to top; the nine-curved long causeway nestled in the sea, from line to line to line to go deep; ten thousand acres of blue waves folded into a bay, then folded horizontally from face to surface. I can't help but smile and be happy. At the same time, this is almost an inevitability: after the construction of the scenic spots in the busy world, some people must ask: Where does its cultural soul belong? This couplet collection of attractions around the Qionghai Sea is a part of this cultural search and remembrance. It is related to the cultural construction of the hometown, and once there is a call, a group of local literary friends and poets will naturally work hard. I respectfully took the "container" handed to me, and went day and night, pouring out the affection and love I had accumulated in my life for Qionghai-Lushan. Whether it is "co-production", it is second, but I just feel that this couplet can not only accept the song and groan of my life, but also melt my fiery emotions, and also express my gratitude for the creation - a few scenes in the spring and autumn of the millennium, who can taste it; when I turn back, I don't say that the dream is dry. The remnants of the sun on the roof of the building slowly fell, leaving the blue sky waiting for those who came; the bright moon on the sea quietly rose, dismissing the alien star Xu Xunzhi.
These two paintings were written for the moonlight style town theater stage. The former, aria of human society and history, the latter, chanting the moon and the sun of Xichang - yes, a sun, a moon, is the two treasures of the Xichang people. Day and night, they take turns on duty, although they do not meet each other, but they care about each other, and they are affectionate. The following two paintings are written for the Qinglong Temple - the dragon hides in the cangming, guarding the water and soil on the side of the wind and rain; the temple leads the Green Ridge, and looks at the hundred generations of rivers and mountains to turn the stars. Watch the danhe xiang dance, the wind swings willows in front of the Qinglong Temple; the qiong people sing songs, and the grass on the slope of the rolling bell kowtows. Qinglong Temple is the site of the famous Ma Xiao painting "Qiongdu Eight Scenic Spots and Six Scenic Spots", the fourth of the six scenic spots in the "Dragon Walking Ganyu". "Longxing Ganyu", which best embodies the vision of the Chinese rural people in the farming civilization to beg for the wind and rain to be smooth, is a local attraction with great folk cultural characteristics. "Qiongren" is the ancient Qiongdu people. "Rolling Bell Slope" takes the legend of "Golden Bell Falling Qionghai", where the Golden Bell rolls over, and the slope grass grows downward. In addition, the four solar terms representing spring, summer, autumn and winter in the twenty-four solar terms of the lunar calendar were also taken, and the four-pillar pavilion in front of the Qinglong Temple,which I call the "Ganyu Pavilion"—also made a "four-pillar ring": after the rain in the Dragon Tenggu Valley, the phoenix dances in the east, and when the sea is white dew, the mountain is drunk in the snow. Of course, I also wrote some pavilions, either for small fishing villages, or for the pavilions and pavilions of "Bamboo Garden", "Plum Garden", "Calligraphy and Painting Center" (I call it "Bilangxuan") transformed from the original Qionghai Park - leisurely sending beaches, tea in the cup is not shallow; Yaxing leans on the side of the mountain, and most of the guests are seated. Fu Shi sat and read Qiong Hai; the oar whispered lushan mountain. Lang Pingsha searched for the shadow of the dragon; the gulls went around the ancient temple to find the fairy trail. The bamboo shadow swept away the dust; the moonlight did not wet the ground. People send green mountains without a city; the eyes contain blue waves and have innocence. Thin bamboo thousand poles shake the moon shadow; a curtain of small waterfalls cut the stars. The visitor must be nostalgic; why not leave a good chant when you go. Qionglu meteorological three sighs; the character of the lake and mountain is in a hand. Jing Yi can easily hear the parrot language of that year; people sleep with flowers and watch cormorants fly in this dynasty. These buildings, because they are located in the original zoo, so this last link contains my feelings for the past and present lives of Qionghai Park. Yes, writing this, I felt so relaxed that for a few days I could no longer concentrate on writing anything. Of course, I know that Lushan mountain is not old, Qionghai will always exist, and I am just a hurried passerby on the Qionghai Sea. But how happy it is that a mere person like me can spend almost a lifetime with Qionghai and Lushan! And the softer and more tangible happiness is that my heart at this moment, like lushan and qionghai in late autumn, is quiet and empty. On July 23, 2007, he was scattered on the shores of qionghai
*About author:Cai Yinglu, born in 1946, former vice chairman of Liangshan Writers Association. In 1980, he began to create literature, and has worked in "Poetry Journal", "Star Poetry Journal", "Novel Circle", "Sichuan Literature", "Bud". And other publications have published millions of words of poetry, novels, essays, reportage and other works. The novel "Echo" and the reportage "Lifeline" won the second and third Sichuan Provincial Literature Awards, the novel "Family Dang", and the prose essay "氤氲" won the first and third Liangshan Prefecture Literature and Art Mountain Eagle Awards respectively