Painted by Li Jingkun
The beauty of the ancient city is the beauty of the bone marrow and as thick as the loess. In the days when the locust flowers are full of branches, step into the ancient city again, the homeland that calls you back a thousand times in your dreams.
It is summer, and the campus is quiet and peaceful. Under the vine, a pair of magpies with long tails whispered, and there was no one around. Searching and searching, I went deep into the shade and found the great hall.
It is said that this is one of the few old buildings on campus. From the perspective of today's people, the great hall is really inconspicuous. Neither tall nor spacious, only the red five-star under the eaves, lined with dark gray brick walls, silently tells the glory of 70 years ago.
Lying on the glass door, his hands obscuring the reflection of the afterglow of the setting sun, he looked expectantly. At the end of the line of sight, a purple-red velvet curtain was faintly visible, hanging heavily on the stage. In an instant, the figure of a girl flashed in front of her eyes, radiant and heroic.
In the autumn of 1950, in the upsurge of joining the army to resist the United States and aid Korea and defend the homeland, 200 students of Northwest University were conscripted into the army. One of the three girls is the mother of the third year of the Chinese Department. At the farewell party, the majestic singing and passionate slogans in the auditorium rose and fell, and the young heart boiled. The mother improvised a small poem and took the stage to recite:
Friends, reach out your hand!
Farewell, I want to say to you,
I bid you farewell with excitement and pleasure,
For I am going to give myself everything
Dedicated to our great motherland!
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It is not only the mother who has stepped out of this campus and embarked on the revolutionary journey. A few years ago, on the eve of the liberation of the whole country, my father, who was about to graduate from the physics department, together with several classmates on the blacklist, had quietly evacuated the campus, crossed the blockade line, and rushed to Yan'an. How could they not leave, two classmates suddenly disappeared, and when they found the bodies in the wasteland outside the city, they realized that they had been secretly buried alive.
The footsteps of history have long gone, and there is nothing left to worry about. On the lawn behind him, there was the laughter of children, as if they were in a different world.
In the twilight, looking out over the railing, the wilderness where the martyrs sacrificed their lives has long been transformed into an overwhelming number of buildings. Suzaku Gate, Hanguang Gate, and busy traffic are all newly opened Tongqu Avenue. What about the Little South Gate? The sun and the moon change, can it be safe now?
The winding and narrow dirt road leading to the Little Wild Goose Pagoda has long since disappeared, and my father has been gone for 8 years. But in the face of danger, he put his arms around me and wept, and the smile that appeared on the corner of his lips, the calm and insightful smile, was forever engraved in my childish memory, and since then it has taught me the strength of being a man.
It was dark. A red lantern lit up on the city wall. On the towering and majestic city gate tower, the three dignified characters of "Anding Gate" are inlaid. The lights and shadows are longing, reflecting the wide boulevards under the city walls, the staggered flower beds, and the stone bridges. In the face of wave after wave of phalanxes carrying songs and dances, the French sinologist Professor Khu Deshi was full of envy. He said that what he appreciates most is precisely this kind of dashing dance between men, women and children on the streets, which country in the world can the elderly live as comfortably and happily as the elderly in China?
As if to confirm his observation, the old man with a large pen and dipped in the moat water and waved ink on the Yong Road once again attracted the attention of everyone. "Old Ma Jia Steamed Bun". The vigorous brushstrokes gradually faded in the light and shadow of the red lantern and disappeared into the night.
The old man said that in the early years, the moat was just a bay of backwater, and in the heat of the summer, the rotten fish and shrimp emitted a fishy odor, affecting youxing. Fortunately, in recent years, the underground culvert has been connected, the living water has been introduced, and the babbling clear stream has become a blessed place for summer cooling.
I am worried that the drought and lack of water in the ancient city will affect the development prospects. But the old man proudly said that the eight waters around Chang'an would lack water! This is a treasure trove of feng shui. I heard that when we first chose the capital, we only had one less vote than Beijing!
I can't remember the dream of that night, but I remember that there were auspicious clouds flowing between heaven and earth, and my chest overflowed with warmth.
Yu woke up in the morning light, stepped out of the west gate of the campus, in the bustling street, saw a breakfast shop, the food is dazzling, extremely tempting, it is really difficult to choose. At the end of the day, I still broke the ring, and asked for a bowl of light green lotus leaf porridge, a delicate locust bun, plus snow-white tofu brain, all of which are difficult to find in small Canadian towns, only 10 yuan small bills.
Sitting in front of the quaint and generous wooden table and chair, while savoring the Plate of Chinese food, while looking at the old and young people in and out, from the bottom of their hearts, they envied the ordinary happiness of the ancient city people.
Next door to the breakfast shop is an optical shop. He picked up the stairs, pulled out his damaged glasses, and handed them to the childish young man at the counter. I was worried that if he couldn't fix what to do, the young man had rejuvenated his hands, which made me overjoyed.
How much?
Repairs are free.
How funny is that! Simply, I'll buy a new one, and I won't let you make a lot of effort.
Unfortunately, I was able to pick and choose the frame that was satisfactory. I couldn't bear to leave like this, so I planned to tip the young man a little and talk about comfort.
The young man refused. "If I take it and break the rules, the boss will criticize me."
I am deeply touched by the simplicity and kindness of the people of my hometown. Is the ancient wind still alive, or is it the new atmosphere?