An article praising Liuyang River

Liuyang River: Flows gracefully into the river.

Liuyang River bid farewell to the mountains, singing all the way down, first carefully, and then galloping freely. After flowing through Huaichuan, the county town, it lost its temper somewhat, no longer like Li Bai's bullfighting poems or Yi An's sad poems, but like Bing Xin's famous Little Orange Lantern, a non-flashy overall narrative style, flowing quietly.

This is a rare calm, which is almost sad.

On a cloudy day, I packed my bags and walked along the river, with elegant river beside me and faint Wei Yun flowing overhead.

What appears in the field of vision are green trees, dense rice, cattle and sheep foraging.

And their background will always be an elegant village under the green hills.

In my eyes, everything unfolds so classically, and then recedes classically.

Walking past Shuangfengpu, Daliping Hydropower Station came at me.

Now it seems that this is really not a large hydropower station. After years of polishing, it has lost its youthful luster and seems to be worn out by aging.

This power station was built in China in 1970s, and the materials were extremely scarce. As far as Liuyang is concerned, there is not even a street lamp in the whole county, and the dilapidated streets stretch in the dark, just like the Bohemian lines in Wang Xizhi's Wild Grass.

The Water and Electricity Bureau is also a misnomer, so embarrassed that it can only rely on a diesel engine to drive away the dead silence and darkness of the long night.

However, no matter whether you are poor or rich, Liuyang is a place where you can grow spiritually. Millions of Qian Qian children raised by Liuyang River are full of amazing pride and romance.

Anyone who can develop their own things just needs to shake their arms and shout, and they will follow suit.

For example, the building "319"; For example, the development of Dawei Mountain Forest Park; For example, booming urban construction. ...

In essence, human beings are actually fragile animals, afraid of loneliness and darkness, so they have been yearning for and chasing light since they walked upright, and there is no need to say more details. Kuafu's pursuit of the sun and drilling for fire are the best examples.

Thus, in that era of material scarcity, the pursuit of light began.

More than 30,000 people from all communes in the county rushed to the construction site, cutting mountains and breaking stones, and blocking rivers and dams. At that time, there was no machinery at all, and all earthwork was carried by shoulders.

On the crowded construction site, hunting red flags, bursts of rammed songs, rumbling guns and shining silver sweat on the back formed a magnificent movement.

More than a thousand days have passed, and a power station costing more than four million yuan has sprung up on the river, looking at the silent mountain city and the silent flowing water.

No one can deny that at that time, it was a grand and classic project! As the saying goes, man can conquer nature. After the gurgling clear water is controlled by human beings, it turns into turbulent water in a blink of an eye, igniting ordinary alleys, eyebrows and eyes of ordinary people, and expelling the darkness of the long night to the distant horizon.

Looking back now, many people still remember it vividly.

The river walks in the vast fields with gentle and quiet steps, as if afraid of disturbing the good dreams of villages on both sides of the strait.

After entering Jianchong and Taiping Bridge, cut the grass and Hanjiagang in half and let them face each other across the river.

Chickens and dogs hear each other, and old age and death don't interact. This is what the book says. Sometimes, the words in the book are really unbelievable.

Lao Tzu once said that "it is better to have no books if you believe them", and Xin Qiji also said that "recently, I began to feel that ancient books are useless."

For example, the Korean families of Cao Caoren and Hong Kong people did not stop them by a river. Let it across a river. It is time to cross the river. Holding a long pole, driving a boat, very leisurely, very leisurely. If you are in a good mood, you can shout a few times, even if you are tone-deaf, it is very comfortable.

Or in the hot summer, when you meet someone who is good at water, simply take off your clothes and plunge into it, which will save trouble and relieve the heat.

Although it is separated by a river, it is as convenient as entering a room.

Hanjiagang of Taiping Bridge is really a good place, with a faint smoke village and a small bridge like a bow.

Not to mention the countryside here, nor the street customs here. The word "Hong Kong" alone makes people daydream.

On the Liuyang River, there are many places named after "Hong Kong", such as Gugang, Hanjiagang, Caoqing Port, etc ... At the sight of the word "Hong Kong", people think of surging seawater, chaotic ships and bustling scenes ... This guy with Chinese characters is really a wonderful work. The combination of several simple components makes people think.

In the age of knots, nothing abstract can stimulate people's imagination. No wonder ghosts and gods cry at night, fearing that human beings will open the door to wisdom and pose some kind of threat to them!

Jianchong is an important town in the western district.

The origin of its name is said to be related to Zhou Yu. It is a feather fan with a black ribbon scarf. In the 14th year of Jian 'an (AD 209), Zhou Yu toured Changsha Mansion and saw citrus reticulata everywhere, so he named it "Orange Chong" and later changed it to "Chong Chong".

The legend about the origin of place names has always been specious, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

To be extreme, if you believe, you will have it, and if you don't believe, you will have it.

In this case, if you want to find a misty orange grove, you can't expect it.

Liuyang River flows from the west of Jianchong Town.

At that time, the shipping here was very prosperous. Sails could be seen during the day and paddles could be heard at night.

By the river, we saw the pier left by that year.

The passenger station has been washed away by years, leaving only faint traces, but there is also a lush stone road in the freight station.

Standing on the dock, the river is empty and sparkling, and I can't see the original boat and the sails are like clouds anymore.

I can only imagine Tan Sitong's heroism and dry clouds when he sailed down the river. Du Fu, whose hands were withered and deaf, passed by here that autumn. His clothes fluttered, his tent rustled and his blue shirt was full of rustling autumn wind.

Towards noon, I went to Xiong Yi's cemetery. The sun pierced Wei Yun, ejected from the gloomy sky, and dyed the scenery yellow.

We walked slowly up a mountain stream, and clusters of plantains full of southern charm flourished by the stream.

The cemetery is located on a small ridge in Jiayuan Village, Chongchong Town. This is a granite tomb, next to which is a tall Weng Zhong, and Shima Shi Hu stands quietly.

On a row of cypress trees in front of the tomb, several cicadas, which feed on the cool dew at night, are desperately chirping, tired in rising and rising in fatigue.

The ancient tomb has a history of more than 1600 years, which is recorded in the national cultural relics annals and Hunan local chronicles, and belongs to the national key protected cultural relics.

The tomb owner Xiong Yi lives in Juhu Mountain in the west of the city. He was born in Taiping, Wu Dong in the Three Kingdoms for two years and grew up in the Jin Dynasty. Although the family was embarrassed, he was determined to study hard.

He was appointed as the county history by the court.

Xiong Yi is by no means an ambitious but incompetent person. He is a bird official with a history of districts and counties. What is his role? Of course he doesn't want to do it.

A few days later, he took off his clothes, hung them at the entrance of the county yamen, dusted himself off, and then left without looking back.

This is Xiong Yi's character. To put it bluntly, he is somewhat arrogant.

Arrogance has always been unacceptable to the world, but I think there is nothing wrong with arrogance sometimes. Although arrogant, at least you are honest. If you don't do that, at least you can "rely on". Compared with ordinary people who have no talent to "rely on" all day, I don't know what is good.

After several ups and downs, Xiong Yi became the county magistrate of ningyuan county.

In the first year of Yongchang in the Eastern Jin Dynasty (AD 322), Wang Dun rebelled and Xiangzhou (now Changsha) was in a hurry. Officials in other counties are afraid of cowardice, but Xiong Yi took the lead in raising more than a thousand people from Ningyuan and fought a protracted war with hundreds of thousands of rebels in Wang Dun. After all, the gap is too big. A few months later, the city was broken and Xiong Yi was captured and sent to Wuchang.

He was killed at the age of 65 because he refused to defect and cursed the king.

His wife Pan Shi heard the bad news and led more than 30 family members to die in front of Zhangshutan.

In the second year of Yuan Zhizheng, he was named loyal monarch and general.

The Jin Dynasty, where Xiong Yi grew up, was a dynasty with serious calcium deficiency.

Stripping off the external glitz and looking deep, even the late Qing dynasty is not as good as it is.

The imperial court carried out "door-door politics", "there is no poverty in the top grade and no gentry in the bottom grade", and aristocratic families competed for luxury, even feeding pigs with human milk, washing pots with maltose and lighting candles to cook. That kind of competition is really superb, almost unprecedented.

Dignitaries advocate talking about metaphysics and turning over Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi all day. Laozi and Zhuangzi's theory embodies the brilliance of philosophy, which is the essence of China's ancient culture. It is also a good thing to say. It will be a good thing if you can apply what you have learned.

The problem is that the North Korean public advocates open talks and mysterious talks. The purpose is not to run the country with them, but to show their chic talk and seek the ladder of promotion.

Therefore, in the long river of history, the rulers were like an animal without a backbone, crawling on the ground like a walking corpse for more than 100 years, and couldn't move the last inch.

In such a dynasty, it is really rare for such an independent and special person to walk out of Liuyang River.

If Xiong Yi took part in this conversation, I'm afraid he would be in a prominent position.

Of course, if this is the case, Xiong Yi will no longer be Xiong Yi.

Regrettably, the Hou tomb has been repaired and destroyed several times, and it is still in ruins.

It took a lot of effort to trace Zhang Wu's tomb.

In Qingcaogang, a place called Longhuling, a town cadre and I bent over and stumbled all the way. We climbed over the overbearing thatch and clumps of bitter bamboos to a hill, pushed open the thatched thatch without a roof, and saw a tombstone engraved with "Lu Guo Cemetery, courtesy of Chengyang in the Ming Dynasty". Due to the long history, the handwriting is illegible.

There is a stone tablet next to it, clearly engraved with the words "Liuyang Cultural Relics Protection Unit".

It is said that the cemetery is made of blue bricks, but unfortunately it is covered with thatch and cannot be distinguished.

Zhang Wu, a native of Hongwu in Ming Dynasty, lived in Guti, Xinnan Village, Zuochong Town. He was open-minded and fought against Zhu Yuanzhang.

After the establishment of the government in the Ming Dynasty, it was sent to Yanshan to guard 100 households.

After Zhu Yuanzhang's death, Judy, the fourth son, went south from Beiping on the grounds of "Jingnan". During the three-year war, Zhang Wu made outstanding achievements repeatedly. In the first world war of Xiaohe alone, more than 20,000 southern soldiers were annihilated.

After De acceded to the throne, he named Zhang Wu Chengyang Hou, ranking first among the twelve Hou, guarding Beiping.

Although the Ming dynasty was stronger than the Jin dynasty, it can only be attributed to the inevitability of historical development.

In fact, the Ming Dynasty was also a dynasty with morbid personality. After Zhu Yuanzhang sat firmly on the throne of the emperor, he immediately indulged in sex, and the birds were all hidden in the bow, and the rabbit was dead and the dog was cooked, killing heroes.

As he once said, "you can drink the golden cup as you like, and the white blade is not spared." Zhu also said bluntly, I can drink and dance with you, but my white knife denies you.

Fortunately for Zhang Wu, he didn't make any great achievements in his early years. Otherwise, he can't make his own decisions even if he wants to die.

It can be said that without Zhang Wu and Zhu Neng, Judy would have been lean, and it would only be an empty dream if she wanted to go the other way.

Zhang Wu's status is so prominent that it should be a miracle that he can "die of natural causes".

In most people's eyes, there are desert autumn winds in the north, dangerous customs and * *, which gave birth to long winds and heavy rains. It is the north of politics and kingship, while the south is both rigid and soft, which is only suitable for poetry, wine and romance.

This view seems reasonable, but it ignores an important factor, that is, the water in the south is full of maternal tenderness.

On the surface, the vast water is indeed weak, but its core is flexible and persistent, and it can be eclectic and smooth.

The so-called soft-hearted, four or two thousand pounds, whether martial arts or tactics, its principle is probably derived from the nature of water.

Zhang Wu should be a man who knows politics. Growing up near the water, he has learned the characteristics of water.

Seeing too much blood splashed on the barren hills of brilliant heroes, he was particularly cautious in his later steps.

He knows how to combine rigidity with softness, plus the flexibility of water and persistence in elegance and tolerance, so that he can finish it from beginning to end.

Of course, these are too far away.

Standing in front of an abandoned grave, you will only feel at a loss, feel small and humble as a person, feel that any glory and achievement in the world are nothing, you will think nothing, and what you want to do most is probably just a faint sigh!