Prose fenglingdu

Blue sky, white clouds and distant mountains;

Yellow River, the old capital, long bridge flying frame.

Just like a master painter, the Yellow River, holding a giant pen like a rafter, shaking the ups and downs of the mountains, a concise and majestic word "several" flies against the wind and is branded on the map of China people's hearts. "In a blink of an eye, Fengling looked at Han Guan, and the three peaks were higher than the white clouds. A piece of Kunlun water comes from the west, blocking Taihua Mountain. Between Shuer and Shuer, the pen faltered, turned east sharply, and became charming, naturally becoming "the first crossing in Hedong-fenglingdu"!

Zhao Zizhen, a gold man, wrote "On fenglingdu": "When there is moisture in the north and south, the Central Plains will meet itself. Yunshan Lian Jin soil, smoke trees into Qinchuan. "

In this winding corridor of life, crows resound through Shanxi, Shaanxi and Henan provinces, living next to each other. The ancestors listened to the sounds of nature, greeted the rising of the sunset, and the fog of grazing began to fall ... A song "Ling Han in fenglingdu" echoed on both sides of the valley: "fenglingdu mouth yo, Fengling Han yo, the Yellow River turned a big bend here yo ... Yellow land yo, Huang Heren yo, ancestors. Fenglingdu mouth yo, wind Ling Han yo, five thousand years of performance is written in this yellow land ... "

Take the heart as the boat, take love as the pole, carry a boat of acacia and red beans, and meet with the wind chimes! The weeping willow at the ferry is the bride in the morning glow, and the beautiful image in the waves ripples in my heart. The moss on the stone steps swayed before my eyes; Ripples in the wind startled the fish in the river. Suddenly, they wandered deeper in the river. Look at the boat, full of tourists wearing red and green, a river full of laughter and witty remarks; On the canoe, couples are accompanied, snuggling up to the bow, rocking and folding fans, holding round embroidered umbrellas and crossing the water for their honeymoon. ...

The ancient crossing of wind chimes is a classical glory, a unique style and a beautiful epic.

Looking at the ancient crossing, water and sky are the same. Nu Wa Niangniang in the clouds rocked me gently with a boat. In the light paddle sound, she awakened the distant dream of crossing the ancient river ... sitting at the ferry, from morning till night. At the foot of the river, the river rushes like gold, and on the other side of the river are the rolling Funiu Mountain and the towering Huashan Mountain. Look back at the silent Lvliang behind him, and look west at Qinchuan, the Jingwei shining in the moonlight. I really don't understand: "Why did the Yellow River suddenly turn a corner here?" Do you have a soft spot for this ferry, or do you have a heart that can't give up? I tried my best to guess that the river still went to the far east, leaving only an ethereal figure. ...

The melting ice of Tanggula Snow Mountain comes from the ancient and wild history. The ice is clear, the snow is cold and the grass is green. The delicate gesture breaks through the secular barriers, calling friends, charming and watery, covering up the sadness of underwater gold, moistening the years, nourishing the fields, nourishing the rivers and seas, and nourishing endless intoxication. The rhyme of Xia and Shang dynasties, the sound of the spring and autumn piano, flows in my heart; Qin Guanfeng torch, autumn moon Han Palace, flashed in front of my eyes; Poems of Tang and Song Dynasties and customs of Yuan and Ming Dynasties are all recited in my pen. ...

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. Gudu, I don't know how many years passed. There is no bridge, and you can ferry back and forth by wooden boat all the year round. In the past days, it was always full of energy and noise, just like the flowing water in ancient times. People come and go. Business travel is in a hurry. Go ashore, get on board and get off the boat. It is "I am too busy to lose today." The ferryman changed one crop after another; Travelers from the south to the north come back and forth again and again. After several ebbs and flows, how many sunrises and sunsets, the wind and mountains are crossing, the sails are gathering, how many dreams and passions are carried, and the world is sad and happy! The ancient crossing is old, the river is long, and the simple life has quietly passed away. ...

There is no crossing in Gufengling today, and the weather-beaten ferry has disappeared in the years of history; Screaming hymns have melted in the distant waves; Only the stone steps that receive kisses and hugs from the river every year are still tirelessly listening to the melody of the river flowing eastward; There are also stone pillars that once attached their feelings to the lingering ropes, and they are still here to watch for a long time. This ancient intersection full of poetry and reverie!

The sunset is beautiful, and the long river sets the yen. Standing on the ancient Watanabe, I watched the willow tips fluttering in the wind gently slide across the water and tasted the ripples in my heart when the sunset melted gold. What a beautiful scenery it is to cross the ancient moon, and what a touching ballad it is for fishing boats to sing late! The golden light of the sunset is almost flat on the endless river, with no waves, only slight ripples. At that moment, the Yellow River must hold its breath and never make even a little noise easily. Only the excited carp suddenly jumped up and stirred up a string of crisp drums. In the oblique wind, the silent village is slowly emerging from the smoke. The distant mountain lay quietly like an old cow. Before it began to ruminate, the sunset quietly hid behind it. ...

Although the surviving ancient ferry can't be found, the story of the ancient ferry, which was once interpreted in the vast smoke and waves, can linger in the imaginary space. Although the goddess Nu Wa has turned into a pile of loess on the shore, myths and legends have poured flowers on the river. Han Xin, a famous Han Dynasty soldier, crossed the army here with a wood merchant, attacked Anyi and captured Wei Bao alive. The misty Yellow River beach is covered with snow, and Yang Guo, the condor hero, seems to be on cloud nine. Immigrants of Sophora japonica in Hongdong, the moment they boarded the ferry, looked back at their homeland with tears, and then when they drifted home; Anti-Japanese athletes, relying on the Yellow River natural barrier, bathed in fire to protect their homes and fought a decisive battle at the ferry. The sky above the ferry is filled with the night sky ... How much pride, tragic and loyalty has the Yellow River taken away quietly ... How deep is this river? Sunset is a little bit of love. Looking at all kinds of clouds floating on the ferry, I guess this is not the dream of an unpaid soul. ...

More than a thousand years ago, I immediately stood at the intersection of Huangwei Luo and Huangwei Luo, facing the sunset, I was deeply moved; Facing the ancient scenery, my heart is thoughtful. The natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare, Gao Qiao flies, and a train whistle cuts through the sky of Gudu. So the drama of Gudu ended and another drama began! All the amorous feelings of spring, the splendor of summer and the noise of autumn will vanish, leaving only endless loneliness. Stranded on the ferry, thinking alone on the beach. Although I know the fate of the ancient ferry, where will it go! The ferry under the moon stands alone, speechless and dull, desperately looking for the prosperity that has passed away in the depths of the years. Needless to say, you slowly throw away that heavy heart and only give the lines of muddy tears to the drifting river! I'm a little overwhelmed. I don't know what to comfort you-my wind chime Gudu?

Everything has become history and legend. And I am about to leave fenglingdu, trying to forget something, but thinking about something? I don't know if I will return to this ancient ferry in the future. Helpless to look back, I didn't expect to find a flower by the ferry, so I pinned my blessing on my lapel! Let me shake your hand, and then gently take out my hand until my thoughts take root. Shake off a few drops of acacia, I wonder who can pick it up? Quiet is the farewell flute, silence is the sunset tonight! I left quietly, just as I came gently; I waved goodbye to the clouds in fenglingdu. Drifting away, but still deeply attached to my heart. ...