Appreciation of Jin Hongqing's prose "The Book of Songs: Spring Water in a River"

Every river has its source. It can be traced back to the source, or it can originate from Shan Ye, or it can originate from the bushes. Finally, water drops become streams, streams become rivers, and towering mountains rush between buildings. Nourish one side of the water and soil, nourish one season of crops, and perform a fireworks life. Living by mountains and water is the first way of human activity. Every time I travel, I feel nostalgic and explore the secluded place in my heart. Shan Ye's steep rocks, moss in flowing water and all the creatures in nature seem to be wrapped in historical factors. Although time and space have changed, I can still travel through history and restore the years.

Qihe River is a river engraved with historical imprint, which witnessed the ups and downs of Yin merchants and enriched the content of The Book of Songs. Looking at the city on the banks of the Qi River, you will think of magnificent palaces and castles, and beautiful women in the harem, which used to be the infinite scenery of a kingdom. Luo Guanzhong, a novelist, waded across the Qihe River, burning the midnight oil to write Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and Mrs. Xu Mu, the first poetess in China, once recited poems on the shore. Now walking in the countryside of Mu Ye, the fields are boundless and the crops are unstoppable. Historically, it was the decisive battle place that decided the downfall of Yin Shang and opened the brilliant Zhou Dynasty. The loess is still thick and the running water is endless. Everything that used to be submerged in the annual ring of time, you can miss it or not. Nostalgia is to commemorate the history that happened here and let history add cultural color and historical flavor to the landscape of this area.

Ten miles south of my hometown is Qihe River, and I often deliberately look for information about ancient marks in the mountains and rivers of my hometown. Don't worry about material gains and losses, don't worry about worldly affairs. You can invite the bright moon and the breeze into the kitchen, and you can invite running violets to wash your intestines. Quiet scenery permeates the heart of a poem, adding elegance and beautifying life.

The place I often go to is Hetou Village, which belongs to the upper reaches of Qihe River. From the road surface to the bottom of the river, you need to pass through an ancient village. The village is littered with ancient courtyards and stone houses with stone walls and banks. In the past, building materials were mainly made from local materials, and the only thing rich in Qihe River Basin in Taihang Mountain area was stone. The smoking stove stone wall and the mossy slate roof are all witnesses of the vicissitudes of the past. In order to serve the construction of Panshi Reservoir in Hebi, this village needs some immigrants, so few new houses are built. The courtyard is built with the ups and downs of the terrain, scattered but not chaotic, but has a natural shape. In summer, lush trees block the sun, and the scattered light spots between branches show mottled and thin shadows. The yard is looming among the swaying trees, and a stone mill that has been idle for many years can be seen in the yard. The color of the wooden lattice window is a little old, and occasionally there are red peppers hanging on the window lattice, which is in sharp contrast with the old one. There are unicycles, hoes and other farm tools in the corner, and the white Spring Festival couplets on the doorframe vaguely show "Spring returns to the earth, beaming". Dogs barking from the high shore, accompanied by high cock crowing, and occasionally low cattle barking, one after another or intermittently, awakened lonely Shan Ye. Maintaining the same rhythm of farming life in the soil will not lag behind the times, but will only awaken the still sleeping state of mind that longs for the return of rural life to nature.

I made an appointment with my mother to go to Qihe River once a year, and put the family happiness between my relatives in the mountains and rivers of my hometown, and then mix and ferment and sublimate. I helped my elderly mother, felt the imprint of the vicissitudes of life on her, recalled her hard work for this family, and looked back on the time I had spent with her. There were harmonious voices and quarrelling voices, but both my mother and I knew that it was a hasty misunderstanding. The blood relationship between mother and son was so strong that we couldn't turn around and leave. My mother and I both know that coming to Qihe can reduce the cost of tourism, but Qihe, which is next to Taihang Mountain, summarizes the characteristics of mountains and rivers in the north. Indulge in the mountains and rivers, alone in Qihe River, is enough. Every autumn, my mother urges her family to play in Qihe River, see the water there, see the mountains there, and then eat the fish there. The elderly mother is bent, and always likes to find a remote place, or watch us play quietly in the shade of trees on the shore or on rocks by the water.

Qihe River originated in Lingchuan, Shanxi Province, and the spring water scattered in the wilderness gathered into streams, flowing slowly through the cracks in the rocks, touching the soft boneless edges and corners of the rocks and rubbing them into gravel under the shallow riverbed. The cliffs on both sides are covered with cold rocks, sometimes covered with weeds and shrubs, and sometimes covered with moss. The mountain wind roared through the canyon, swaying the branches of trees, projecting messy ripples on the bottom of the water, like the romantic thoughts scattered all over the mountain. The stream twists and turns and flows in the direction of the distant sea. Occasionally, the village will enclose a cofferdam to protect the vast water surface. The water is like a mirror, swaying the natural landscape. Several waterfowl were attracted to the surface of the water to hover and observe the fish, and dive down to peck them out. A gondola came leisurely, with a fisherman standing at the bow and some fishing waterfowl standing beside the boat. In the case of spring rain, the landscape is obliquely rendered, and the autumn leaves fall into the water to decorate the landscape, among which the charm is still unfinished. The four seasons themselves are composed of scenery, and a good mood often depends on the touch of the scenery, especially here, where the scenery is picturesque, the history is heavy and the humanistic atmosphere is rich, and this feeling is particularly great.

People who live by water multiply from generation to generation and unconsciously interpret history. Mountains and rivers flow for thousands of years without words, and people come and go, forming allusions. The story of Qihe River is very old, and the vicissitudes are embarrassing. The story of Qihe River is very young, and the endless stream of tourists adds fresh natural vitality. ...