When I was in the noisy and noisy city and reminisced about the tranquility and tranquility of Qianyang Village, I understood the meaning of watching.
Qianyang is a small mountain village with a long history in eastern Fujian. Surrounded by mountains, clear streams, row of houses, fields into patches, after the vicissitudes of wind and rain, it is listed in the gold list of "Chinese traditional villages", "Chinese historical and cultural villages" and "national forest villages", and has the style of "five dynasties are listed in one village, and they look through thousands of years at a glance".
Some people say that the ancestors of Qianyang got the guidance of feng shui masters to find this feng shui treasure land to prosper the village and the Wang family, so that future generations can sit on the green mountains and green waters. However, no matter how rich and magnificent the former ocean was in the past, the wind and rain of the years have blown away its former lead. Material wealth is born and destroyed, prosperity and decay have been reincarnated several times, and only the "vast and subtle" carving, painting, architecture and other art forms that have survived have accumulated into a shining cultural form, which is showing her long-term vitality. The artistic colors and humanistic values they embody, as well as the moral concepts and spiritual sustenance they carry, silently convey the memory of life and cultural identity to future generations.
Walking along the ancient road paved with cobblestone and bluestone slabs through the village, you feel like you have a trace of time with every step. The country roads polished by the wind and rain are shiny and shiny, winding and twisting, high and low, like a string of smooth notes, connecting more than 70 well-preserved ancient houses in the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties and the Republic of China in ancient villages, as well as ancient wells, ancient bridges, feng shui pools, turrets, official roads, and ancient temples...... The gray walls and tiles and undulating ridges are old and mottled, and it can be seen that it has been carrying too much weight in the vastness of time. Fortunately, with the vigorous flowers and trees of summer, the quaint and quiet village is full of life, and even the birds standing on the cornices and singing have a different tone.
The former foreigners regarded the things left by their ancestors as treasures, and they were reluctant to destroy them. The wheels of history are rolling forward, the vicissitudes of life have changed, the ancient roads of many villages have been widened and straightened, the stone slabs have been pried away for other purposes, the road surface has been covered with cement, and the old houses have been demolished and new houses have been built. They do not change or destroy, and they persistently and firmly guard their spiritual homeland. They are reluctant to bury these signs engraved with traces of passing years and memories of their childhood, and even the Jiexiao Fang, which collapsed violently, is reluctant to bury it, allowing it to maintain the appearance of being planted headlong when it is dumped, so that future generations can judge the essence and dross carried by the stone carved with the "holy decree" of Emperor Xianfeng.
Leave a piece of history, hide a wisp of thoughts, and cherish a nostalgia. The former foreigners are in line with the "watch" concept of the "first secretary", and they have a heart of awe for historical relics. The "first secretary" is from the Fujian Provincial Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. At the beginning of the dispatch, he sorted out his thoughts and did enough homework, and knew this old area with a long history and profound heritage. When he changed his WeChat name to "Qianyang Zhou" and put his mobile phone number behind, he promised himself to Qianyang. He remembered his mission and duty.
In Qianyang Village, no matter which ancient house, which ancestral hall, which private school, which revolutionary site, or facing a mural, a brick carving, a tile stack, a window lattice, an ancient well, an ancient tree, a relic plaque, and a slogan on the old wall...... There are also the red memories of the beacon era, and the legends and stories of the ancestors of several major families.
I was amazed at his familiarity with the knowledge of heritage conservation, as well as his unique opinion that he derided himself as "nonsense". A science and engineering man, crossing the border, must be the result of rapid and bad mending, right? To my question, he was noncommittal, only smiled, and could be regarded as an answer.
"Qianyang Zhou" took us along the village road, bent down from time to time to pick up garbage on the road, and stopped from time to time to join the team of villagers to enjoy the cool chat and hang us aside. At the entrance of the village, a porter shouted at him from afar: "Secretary Zhou is good!" Seeing that he looked ignorant, the porter smiled: "I am from the other side of the mountain, I know you, you have been to our village." ”
"Oh, hello, hello!" "Qianyang Zhou" greeted him and chatted with people......
Looking at the "Qianyang Zhou" who was chatting and laughing with the villagers from afar, and trying to appease the big black dog who had been jumping around him excitedly, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly: I heard that he was a person who didn't speak much, and I heard that he was a person who was afraid of dogs.
There are not many words, but now they have become "chatter", everything is due to love. If you have love, you can't help it, and if you have love, you want to express it. "Qianyangzhou" loves his work, the place where he works, and the people in this place, so "our village ......" has become his mantra every time he opens the conversation box - "our village's filial piety canteen has been set up ......", "the road in our village has been repaired, and the forest trail in the back mountain is about to start...... "our village's revolutionary history exhibition hall has been opened......", "our village's square has been built, and the lighting project has been completed......" "our village's river has been cleared ......", "our village has repaired an ancient folk house ......" "Our village's specialty restaurant has opened ......" "There are more than 1,000 wild ancient tea trees in our village......"
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In the heart of "Qianyang Zhou", the rice of "our village" is the most fragrant, the mushrooms of "our village" are the freshest, the fruits of "our village" are the sweetest, the lotus flowers of "our village" are the most beautiful, the villagers of "our village" are the most kind and simple, and the customs and folk customs of "our village" are the most charming.
In Qianyang, he is the commander, leader, propagandist, salesman, and gold medal tour guide of this "gold medal tourist village". Although the village is small, he has to do a lot of things: grassroots party building, economic development, civilization construction, public welfare, peace and stability, environmental governance, etc., large and small, all kinds of things, every work is related to the vital interests of farmers, related to rural development and prosperity, we must be serious, down-to-earth, and work together with everyone to do.
Following the "Qianyang Zhou" to walk through the villages and alleys, talking about the past and the present, I heard his philosophy: abandon the rush for quick success, uphold the protection first, explore the activation and utilization, adhere to cultural guidance, mobilize internal skills, and create a unique road to revitalization. Asked him if I had summarized it correctly, "Qianyangzhou" still didn't answer, only smiled. When I asked again, he replied, "You're amazing!" and diverted the topic.
Staying at a homestay in the village at night, chatting with the landlord Lao Yu, he asked: "I heard that when Secretary Zhou came down to the village, his lover had just finished three years of work in the village?" After getting our affirmative answer, Lao Yu gave a thumbs up: "Moved!"
Lao Yu told us that he often did not go home on weekends of "Qianyang Zhou", drove his "Min A" off-road vehicle, and sometimes carried the "two committees" of the village, leaving early and returning late, and went around to see other people's rural revitalization projects. He knows which village-run enterprise in the surrounding towns is doing well, and which village's homestay is booming. Listening to the township cadres, Secretary Zhou also wrote an investigation report of the elders, and had his own thoughts and discussions on rural revitalization work. Lao Yu said that the cultural and tourism industry in our village has gone from deserted to lively, and Secretary Zhou has contributed a lot, and he has the ability!
Ha, from theory to practice, "Qianyang Zhou" turned out to have practiced a lot of "martial arts" skills.
The next day, when he relayed Lao Yu's words to "Qianyang Zhou," he laughed: "How can I have any ability! Doesn't it all depend on everyone's joint efforts?"
It's raining. The water droplets that slipped from the eaves gently hit the wet bluestone slabs, dripping and clicking. The Qianyang Tunnel of the Ninggu Expressway, which is under construction behind the village, has also been suspended. Standing in front of the window, listening to the sound of the rain, we hesitated: tomorrow is the weekend, why not go back to the city?