River Prose in Hometown

The river in my hometown is full of nostalgia for the years, and the old locust tree on the riverbank has come to the end of history in its dying years. The ancients in history are like the sand in this river, which precipitated a kind of cleanliness and massiness. The smoke of history is slowly rising again, but I picked up the river in middle age and wanted to burn a pot of fragrant tea with only the taste of my hometown for you to taste.

Speaking of the river in my hometown, it is not famous at all, and it is hard to find it even on the map of Shandong. It winds down from the mountain pavilion and flows to Weishan Lake. But it is because of this river that Shandong's cultural history is prosperous. It is also because of this river that some historical ancients stand out, and there are also the roots why Qilu is Lu. I have also written some works around this river, including the works of dumb sister-in-law in Things of the River. Two months after returning home, a friend of a cultural station gave me some books, which made me have a deeper impression on the river in my hometown.

Everything in my hometown is brewing in an emotion, and there is a warm current surging in my heart. Maybe it's a forest, maybe it's a river ditch, which can make me dream when I'm wandering outside, and there will be nostalgia that we will never forget until I die. Every time I miss my family during the festive season, I am full of homesickness. The river in my dream flows through my heart and invades the heart of lovesickness.

The river in my hometown is called He Xue, because it flows through the famous Xue State during the Warring States Period. Speaking of Xuezhou, many people don't understand it, but I think everyone is familiar with those familiar idioms, such as self-recommendation, standing out from the crowd, barking dogs and thieves, setting fire to the market and so on. I am lucky to grow up in this cultural atmosphere and enrich myself and improve myself day by day according to the cultural context of the ancients.

I have always felt that the scenery in my hometown is not beautiful enough and the river in my hometown is not wide enough. Unexpectedly, the history of China's ancient culture is not as gorgeous as the beautiful scenery, but there are rivers that are not wide enough to breed ancient and modern Qilu culture. The Guxue River has nourished the new culture in the north, and made the patriarchal clan of our nation develop perfectly and brilliantly. It is also the Northern New Culture that makes our earliest Wen Tao symbol enter the world's ancient cultural heritage and the Northern New Culture, and makes our famous pottery vessels have a landmark rise and development. In today's Guanqiao and Cultural Square, a tripod stands tall, which is also a relatively complete pottery unearthed in China.

When it comes to Guxuehe culture, we can't help but mention Meng Changjun and Meng Changjun and his 3,000 diners. Speaking of 3000 diners, I can't help but be dissatisfied. With the self-recommendation, Guo Xue's later prosperity came, and with the burning of Feng Kui, Guo Xue's later prosperity came. I won't elaborate on Mao Sui and Feng Kui. Interested literary friends can click on Baidu to inquire. What I want to say is that with these ancients, we have all the cultural splendor on Qilu and a beautiful page in our national history.

As we all know, there are Mozi in the He Xue Valley. He is a saint in clothes. As a civilian politician, he put forward "Shang Xian" and "Shang Tong", which fully reflected his good wish to stabilize and unify the country and select and reuse talents with both ability and political integrity. This kind of talents should be selected from the common people, so as to break the disadvantages of aristocratic hereditary and suppressing talents. Politically, Mozi advocated an attempt to "love without attacking", the most famous of which was "stopping Chu from attacking Song", which is also a famous allusion to the origin of this idiom. When it comes to Mozi, you can't help but mention Sun Tzu. I don't think the world-famous Art of War can be spread around the world if we don't learn from it. When his grandson was cut off in Wei's kneecap, he pretended to be crazy in the pigsty, drank human urine and ate pig food, and then helped escape to Qi. This was Mozi's disciple. Mozi is also a scientist. In the present Tengzhou Mozi Museum, some of his inventions are still preserved. Pinhole imaging is more than 700 years earlier than that in western countries. There is also a famous person in He Xue Valley, that is, Xi Zhong, who faces the birthplace of Mozi from a distance. Mozi is in the shadow of He Xuehe and falls in the sun of Fengshan. The west is in the yang, and the Qingtou Mountain is in the yin. I think many friends know the story about Xi Zhong building a car, but the situation and suffering of Xi Zhong building a car at that time were beyond our imagination. I heard this story from an old man here, saying that Xi Zhong made great efforts to build a car, but it didn't succeed. One day, he saw an old woman milling rice with a round stone mill on the side of the road, and had a brainwave. She and her son Ji Guang made the wheels of the car round, which gave us all kinds of cars today. Later, Wang Dayu named Xi Zhong as the monarch of Xue Guo, which led to the origin of Xue Guo, and Xi Zhong was the founding father of Xue Guo. And Panyu, Xi Zhong's father, invented the boat and his son invented the car. Therefore, Xue Guoli has long been honored as the capital of ships and cars.

Every corner of the He Xue Valley has the footprints of cultural poets, who have traveled to every corner of He Xue, leaving many well-known famous sentences, such as Gan Long's "Jiangnan Route", and tasted the famous crisp pear at that time in today's Liucun Pear Garden, leaving the reputation of "the best pear in the world". And Liu Cun is also the place where I was born and raised. Up to now, there is a pear garden in my hometown, with several acres of land. Every spring and autumn, tourists from all over the country gather here to enjoy flowers and fruits and feel the breath of some literati. In the Ming Dynasty, Li passed by here, leaving the official bridge: the mountains should open clouds, the willows should be windy, and the pears should be white and pink. In March of three years, Guanqiao Road passed away like a dream. It is this poem that triggered a cultural lawsuit for nearly 200 years. I will mention this story in a future article.

I am a dabbler, picking up some small fish and shrimp in the river of literature, basking in my mood, rendering my pen and ink into my own characteristics, and putting it on the roadside where people walk, waiting for you to pick it up. I prefer the rich cultural background of my hometown, and I simply put myself into it, regardless of my future and present, just want to suck the sweet milk of literature and art.