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Chang'an has never been just a city, it is a poetic world.
In late autumn and early winter, the ginkgo biloba at the Guanyin Zen Temple in Xi'an is yellow.
Legend has it that it was planted by Li Shimin himself in the Tang Dynasty, and the pavilion was like a long time.
The mountains to the north in November were dark and cold, but the tree was like a fountain, overflowing with gold, like a crushed star.
The poet said: "The autumn wind is full of water, and the fallen leaves are full of Chang'an." ”
But after 1400 years, the leaves fell in Xi'an, and the love was not just a leaf, but a dream back to Chang'an.
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Dreaming back to Great Qin, dreaming back to the Western Han Dynasty, dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, it is as if I saw the Changle Gate and daming palace, remembered the Han Fu Tang poems, remembered Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Bo, Li Shangyin...
Chang'an has never been a city, it is a poetic world.
And a thousand years later, such poetry is still in Xi'an.
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Coming out of Xi'an Railway Station, the first thing you see is the green and gray city wall, hung with big red lanterns. In the late autumn, the light is dim, the days are dark, and the trance makes people forget the so-called modern city style, step into the past time and space, and dream back to Chang'an.
This ancient city wall is 13 kilometers long, some as far as the Tang Dynasty, some to the Ming and Qing dynasties, is a Chinese cultural heritage. But no longer like the exhibits in the museum with glass partitions, but casually touch, walking, the brain will automatically jump out of a poem.
"Long winds from autumn geese, for which you can drink tall buildings." I remembered Li Bai, who was drunk and went up to a tall building to blow the autumn wind.
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Remembering Liu Yuxi, who thought that autumn was better than spring, "a crane in a clear sky lined up on the clouds, it led poetry to Bixiao." At this moment, above the city wall, it seems that there is also a row of cranes soaring into the sky, soaring in the clouds.
When the Tang Dynasty Xu Hun was working in Chang'an, one day he climbed the east building of Xianyang City: "Birds under the green wu Qin Yuan Xi, cicadas singing yellow leaves Han Palace autumn." ”
It is wonderful, although not the people of the past, just walking on the ancient city wall: the poet saw Han Shiqiu, we saw Tang Shiqiu, remembered Tang Shiren, and chanted Tang Shi poems.
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In a topic of "where is Xi'an good", a girl named Wait for an Eagle said that it was "because of poetry".
This kind of poetry is not something that people wear Hanfu and hum ancient songs, nor is it something that can be thought of after watching the Tang Dynasty City that never sleeps. "The poetry of Xi'an is thick and magnificent. It is not floating lightly in the air, but is engraved in the dirt of the city. ”
This kind of poetry is really poetic, with six hundred years of city walls, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda of Xuanzang Pulpit, the Bell Tower, the ruins of Afang Palace, Weiyang Palace...
The ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, the thick history of how to develop and change, is also difficult to fade.
Poetic, is her history.
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Xi'an is full of ancient buildings, some are antique, some are authentic, but sometimes a turn of the head will see high-rise buildings. The peak bus is also very crowded, and from time to time I hear the driver shouting: "Squeeze the bag back, squeeze people into meat sandwiches!" ”
However, just when you are sad about this, when you hear the radio station - "Le Youyuan, arrived", it will make people believe that this is still "Chang'an".
Because Leyouyuan is the place where the Tang Dynasty Chang'an Caizi ascends in autumn and looks far away, Du Mu enjoys the autumn breeze here, and Li Shangyin watches the sunset here: "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is only near dusk." ”
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When you hear Xingqing Road, you will think of Xingqing Palace, where Li Bai wrote "Qingping Tone": "Yun wants to dress and flowers." "When you hear Qujiang, you will think of Mengjiao,64 years old and the first, and happily go to Qujiangchi to attend the banquet," The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe, and I can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day." ”
Although there is no spring wind or spring flowers today, the autumn wind is proud, the ginkgo bilobas of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda and the Qinglong Temple are yellow, the grass and trees are shaking, and the city is full of golden armor.
So even if Xi'an has modern buildings and roads, there is no need to worry. As long as you follow Tu Suoji, you can still go back to Chang'an, go to Xingqing Palace, Qujiang Pond, Changle Gate, big wild goose pagoda, stand where the literati once stood, and enjoy the wind and leaves and autumn flowers.
What is more poetic is that when you pick up the map of Tang Chang'an and present-day Xi'an, you will be surprised to find that the road a thousand years later still continues the vein of the Tang Dynasty.
In Xi'an, the road you walked was a place name from Chang'an; the flowers you appreciated were the flowers that made the poets happy.
Such poetry is really romantic, because the blood of Xi'an is Chang'an.
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In Xi'an, in addition to hearing a rough Shaanxi dialect anytime and anywhere - "O God of The Forehead!" "Qin cavity can also be seen everywhere.
Xi'an people not only love to see and listen to Qin, but also sing and compose music themselves, and the Shaanxi writer Jia Pingwa said that this is an important part of their "life". The reason why Pear Garden was born is also because of Tang Xuanzong, who personally choreographed dances and performed performances with Yang Yuhuan, and organized music workers in Pear Garden.
But the most moving Qin cavity is not in the Pear Garden Hall, not in the drama club, but in large and small restaurants.
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Jia Pingwa said in "Old Xi'an":
"Everywhere you can see a bunch of people with stools not sitting on them, lifting their trouser legs, pulling up their sleeves, and putting 'Xifeng wine' in front of them, and the dish that serves the wine is raw and spicy sprinkled with salt, and the long noodles in the sea bowl that are as wide as a belt, the spicy oil is red, and there is a lump of purple garlic in the palm of their hands.
Where such a Qin is sung, there are squares in the morning, by the lake, parks at night, and under the roots of the city wall. Such a group of people took turns to sing on the front, and the people around them also gathered together.
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If it was heard by outsiders, Qin Cavity seemed to roar in the street and rumble with thunder. Indeed, Qin Lu is not gentle, because there is no need to be gentle. But anyone who thinks of the north wind whistling and the majesty of Chang'an City will eventually think that only this kind of earth-shattering opera can be stopped.
Such a spirit is Chang'an. Such poetry is a great generosity of the Xi'an people, and it is sung loudly.
Everything in the world, once formed, has its own soul. This soul hides the heroism of the Xi'an people, and the hero hides the qin yin and Tang operas of the past.
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When watching "The Twelve Hours of Chang'an", the first thing that catches the eye is the early morning, when the West Market opens.
It was also a cold day, but the boiler of the street vendors was already steaming hot, shouting at the freshly baked hu cake; the hu ji in the attic pushed open the window, and someone was playing the piano, singing Li Taibai's new work: "At night, I took care of the makeup, and the royal front danced in front of the neon dress." ”
This scene also occurred in today's Xi'an.
Every Thursday and Sunday, the Xicang Market in Xi'an City's Miaohou Street is also open, and it is a four-way old street and alley, which is called "shopping stalls" by locals.
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One stall after another, there are flowers and birds, clothing department stores, old calligraphy and paintings, antique jade, second-hand products, as well as shoes, shaving, juggling and selling.
When you are hungry, you just walk to the Sprinkler Bridge, eat osmanthus brew, distiller's lees milk tea, mirror flower cake, and fire crystal persimmons that can only be eaten in late autumn.
Finally, carrying a bird cage and riding an old-fashioned bicycle away, some people are not looking for anything, just to make a scene, so that the day is complete.
Such poetry is the fireworks that never grow old.
Some developments are unstoppable, but it seems that no matter how they change, Xi'an will always have an old look, an ancient way of life, and ancient fireworks.
Old Xi'an, ancient Chang'an.
The poetry of Chang'an is the poetry that awakens us.
As Zhou Ruchang wrote in "An Inch of a Thousand Autumns":
"With my poetic heart, I will judge the poetic heart of the ancients, and with your poetic heart, I will judge my poetic heart."
Three hearts reflect the truth, the true feelings see; although thousands of autumns have passed, they are as happy as a face. ”
Although Chang'an passed away, at the moment when he stepped into Xi'an, he still saw the city as it was.
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Soft for her poetry, moved by her antiquity.
Because of her, we understand that in today's rapid development and change of times, there is still a city that retains our poetry.
Awaken us, to find, to touch, to feel, to live poetically.
Even if it is only in this late autumn, the leaves fall in Chang'an, and the dream returns to poetry.
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