I have two or three things with Yue Yang Lou
Author: Xiang Jianhua
For as long as I can remember, the word "Yueyang" has often circumvented my ears. Our three sisters and brothers were all born in Yueyang City, but they lived in the countryside of their hometown. That's because we have a father who was demobilized from the army and assigned to work in Yueyang City. So our family sometimes gathered in our rural hometown, sometimes separated the two places like a cowherd and a weaver girl, and sometimes embraced each other in a hut in Yueyang City. Since I was a child, I have listened to an old saying that my father coaxed me: Obedient, take you to see Yueyang Tower. But this noble reward has always been delayed.
I remember when I was more than 4 years old, my father carried me in a basket, one end picked up my sister, and my mother embraced my infant brother. Getting on the bus and getting off the train, we galloped all the way from Yueyang City back to our hometown in pingjiang, rural areas. This time back home is their final decision, and our future will be "rooted" in the countryside. Yueyang, Yueyang Tower has become a holy place in my dreams, out of reach.
A few years later, I was in the fourth grade. The cough for so long that I had to stay home halfway out of school. Under the treatment of the wizard and the village doctor, I became more and more disfigured, and finally my father took me to Yueyang University Hospital for examination. The June wind was hot, and even hotter than the wind were the strings of tears that flowed from my father's hugging me, falling on my face and arms, hot and confusing. On the first day of admission to the hospital, my father smiled lovingly and said to me, "You haven't been to Yueyang Tower yet, take you to see it today." Just like I said to the elderly many years later, "You haven't been to Tiananmen Square yet, take you to see it today." Majestic buildings, quaint buildings, everything in isolation made me curious. Most of my father's explanations are mythological stories, which makes me even more confused about whether I understand it or not. Until I was in the second year of junior high school, I saw the "Yueyang Lou Record" in the language textbook, and this glimpse was like a surprise.
In the early 1980s, there were few extracurricular books in rural schools, and the scope of knowledge was very narrow. When I saw the Yueyang Building, which I had been to, appear in my textbook, the surprise was indescribable. I couldn't help but like it, memorized it early on, and learned a little bit about it from the annotations. When the teacher asked us to open a new lesson and explain "The Record of Yueyang Lou", I listened very carefully. He was surprised to find that I, a student who was not usually a sharp student, had memorized all the ancient texts that were difficult to understand, and he was very pleased. When he learned that I had toured the Yueyang Tower, he was even happier to ask long and short questions, and it was obvious that the teacher had never been there. Since then, I have been "concerned" by teachers, and I can't prevent questions between classes, which also makes me have to concentrate on listening carefully to the lectures and always be ready to answer the teacher's questions. Strange to say, since then I have liked the language, like the concise and profound ancient chinese poetry. Listen to the teacher talk about the past and the present, the noble character of the great people, and praise the broad mind of the sages. Under the guidance of the teacher's quotation of scriptures, we know that there is a Tengwang Pavilion and the Yellow Crane Tower outside the Yueyang Building; the poets are not only Li Bai, but also Su Shi Wang Bo Bai Juyi, etc. The teacher fills our blank brains with his rich knowledge, and the treasure behind his thick glasses lenses makes us admire and deeply impressed. Academic performance improved, and essays were often posted on the poster. But in fact, I still had a shallow taste of Yueyang Louji, until decades later, I had a computer and played QQ.
Who said: Vision determines a person's thinking. One day, in a chat with netizens "A Thousand Colors Writing Spring and Autumn", talking about Yueyang Lou, he said, "I only know that 'Baling Shengzhi is in Dongting and a lake', then I must go to see what holy scenery you said about 'Baling Sacred Form'" At this moment, I realized that as a Yueyang person, I actually said that the scenery was a sacred scene, made a big joke, and actually needed a Cantonese person to correct your introduction to the local scenic spots, how ashamed! What a shame! After that, I vowed to develop a good habit of studying hard and reading more books. A large number of my daughter's high school textbooks were shelved in the bookcase, and I turned them over and over, and the history of the language was badly supplemented. Write silently behind your back, then do the exercises. This year, I am in my forties, and when I am nearly half a hundred years old, I am serious in everything, striving for excellence in my work, writing for newspapers and periodicals, publishing newspapers, going on television, and competing for the first place. Near retirement is also still "holding the festival cloud, when to send Feng Tang". The usual crane work has been practiced into a legend of the dock, and even after many years of departure from the port, there are still people in the line who are still passing on the "No. 2 door machine to the master". ——When people go to tea before it is cold, why should they ask for it?
Retired, retired without rest. Accompany your parents to grow vegetables and raise pigs, self-sufficiency, and enjoy yourself. When you get together with friends, you are "happy to have friends from afar." Yueyang Lou must also go, only for Mr. Fan Lao's "first worry and then happy". Friends laugh and talk, guides are not bad. Talking with Wen You about the "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion", he was already overwhelmed by the "first text in the world" that suppressed the flow of clouds and water, so he came to a trip that said he could go, just to see the beautiful scenery of "the sunset and the lone bird flying together, and the autumn water is long and the sky is colorful", and then he went to the Guangdong Liurong Temple to see the inscription sprinkled with foreign flowers for his insurmountable Buddhist Zen machine that day. Along the way, he recited the exquisite verses that have been passed down for thousands of years, tasted the virtues of his ancestors, and wandered in the meandering waters of the Lanting Pavilion, just in response to the "fast self-sufficiency, not knowing that old age is coming".
Looking at the present can learn from the past, and nothing from the past can not become the present. Compared with the brilliance of "the world under the heavens", I appreciate the great love of "worrying about the world first"; the love of Julian is a personal preference, and how can it be the generosity of "not pleasing things and not being sad with oneself"? Every time su Shi's embarrassment of "a hut is like a fishing boat, and it is clouded in the clouds", the sadness of "ten years of life and death are two vast", and when he is not degraded, or when the eunuch sea on the road of being degraded is not a catastrophe of the soul, but he only uses "a smoke and rain to let life go unchecked" to deal with it indifferently. Open-minded, eternally fragrant. At this moment, I think of the intriguing topic of what is the meaning of life? Enlightenment: Let the brilliance of humanity be immortalized in the long river of history. When I climbed the Yueyang Tower again, I felt very comfortable, the wind was light, and the rain was soft.
The essence is clean and clean, and the prosperity is the truth. When I read Su Shi's "Lushan Smoke and Rain Zhejiang Tide" again, I suddenly felt that Mao Sai suddenly opened up and suddenly opened up, and it turned out that I was also carried around by "Yueyang LouJi". I am still the same person, but I am a little more serious than when I was young. Oh, it should be modest to say that I am on the road to seriousness. When I re-ascended the Yueyang Tower again, I had reached the age of knowing my destiny, and I couldn't help but sigh:
Between the green brick Dewa heaven and earth, first worry and then happy for a thousand years. Or sadness or joy go away one after another, green brick Dewa heaven and earth.
About the Author
Xiang Jianhua, born in 1969, is a native of Pingjiang, Hunan. Retired from the Seonglingji Port Authority in 2016, he was a "special crane" driver who loved literature, calligraphy and painting, and music. Since 2009, he has been writing essays and has published nearly 40 works in Tigern Paper, Chenggang Weekly, and Yueyang Daily.
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