Beibaozi-Once Home

I have never been to Beibaozi, but I know everything about Beibaozi as well as my backyard.

I know this towering fortress is thick and strong. Zhangjiakou bunker, high and low, carries the footprints of countless people, large and small, and carries the time of countless people. A drop of oil, a handful of noodles, a snot and a drop of tears, this bun bears the ups and downs of countless people. This northern steamed stuffed bun is plump, deep and kind, and she is an old woman who has experienced many vicissitudes.

I know the dirt road leading to Beibaozi is winding and rugged. I know that a brick castle gate is like an ancient lip, telling the wind the prosperity and glory of ancient times day and night. I know that the solid wall in front of the fort is exposed, and the last dignity of the North Fort is still preserved. I know that the apricot trees on the castle wall are lush and full of vitality. I know that the wind blowing through Beibaozi is fierce, desolate and hard. I know that the sparrows flying over the fortress are gray and flying leisurely in the blue sunshine. I know that the time series entered August, and the wheat in Huang Cancan, the steamed stuffed bun, began to mature. ...

I have never been to Beibaozi.

The Beibaozi I am familiar with comes from Xiaowu's prose collection "A Disappearing Village-Beibaozi". Xiaowu is from Jiping village. He hasn't been in Beishun for a long time, but he regards Beibaozi as his hometown. Xiaowu goes to Beibaozi whenever he has time. In the winter sunshine, under the moonlight, after the rain, before the wind, in spring, in summer, in the autumn when he is thoroughly studied, Xiaowu is in Beibaozi all the time. Beibaozi is generous to Xiaowu, telling Xiaowu a broken brick and a broken tile without reservation, and there is still a little hidden, wronged and delicate and profound thought. Xiaowu has deep feelings for Beibaozi. Xiaowu can combine the fragments of time and space left by northern Zhangjiakou Blockhouse with a flock of birds and Wen Ruo Chunhua into a wonderful article, a masterpiece of the emperor and the past life of Beibaozi.

Wei Gang, a poet, often goes to Beibaozi. Go during the day, at dusk, at midnight, when you are happy, when you are sad, and when you are lonely. Wei Gang is a lover. Colleagues don't understand, mocking Wei Gang: "Just a North steamed stuffed bun, Xiaowu has finished writing, what else do you write?" What can you write against two broken walls? "D just laughed and didn't answer. In the new poetry collection Comfort, there are many articles about Beibaozi.

Not only Xiaowu, but also Wei Gang. Almost all the educated Malians I know have written about Beibaozi. Niu Yongming, Bao Huaiyu, Li …

I want to see Beibaozi.

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A mountain is like a tiger, starting from Guiqing peaks in the west and roaring eastward along Longchuan River, with castles in its front paws. This mountain is called "Dahushan", this place is called "Auspicious Source" and this fort is called "Beibaozi".

Under the leadership of Chun Hu, we crossed the auspicious village, climbed a slope and stood on a winding path. This path, the umbilical cord wrapped around mother's waist, will lead us to Beibaozi. On the outside of the road, the cliffs are towering and the cliff soil is hard and yellow. The newly planted cypress is half as tall as the thick hair, and there are many cypresses among the green leaves. Among the cypresses, there are clusters of agate thorns in the wild, carrying strings of agate fruits like pearls, green, red, purple and dazzling. Clusters of weeds along the front of the sun are growing desperately.

Beibaozi is just a broken fort. The walls of the fortress collapsed, leaving behind the shape of the wind, the fingerprints of the rain and the color of the sun. Some places are thin, some places are thick, some places are crumbling, some places are missing, and some places are cracked. The grass on the top of the wall is sparse and swaying. You can vaguely see the shape of a ditch where the fort wall was overturned. This is a trench, a natural moat formed after digging trenches and building walls. Wind and rain erosion, sun and frost attack, these travel-stained children, in a frosty morning or rainy dusk, respectively, in the form of dust, in the form of cliffs, in the form of walls, once again fell into the solid embrace of the earth.

The gate of the fort faces south, facing the auspicious light. This is the most spacious and luxurious castle gate I have ever seen. There are three layers of brick hoops at the door, which are broad and imposing. Brick is a big brick, about the size of a brick, and the atmosphere is simple. For hundreds of years, the dust has taken away the original cyan of the big brick, and the big brick has restored the color of the loess and the color of the castle wall. Although these big bricks have been transformed, they still show a hard texture and a clanking sense of bone after being tempered by fire and water. The doorway is very long, like a time tunnel. There used to be two doors at the door, the first door and the second door. At the top of the castle gate, there is a crib originally built of eighteen logs. Doors and battlements disappeared in the long river of time.

In front of the fort stood a zhaobi, which stood on the edge of the cliff and covered the fort. Standing in front of the door, this is the pattern of China's ancient home, which is not found in other fortresses. Zhaobi is nearly four feet long, three feet high and half a foot wide. Stone foundation, blue brick foundation, wall, loess wall. The roof is covered with blue brick ridge eaves and the roof is covered with tiles. In the middle of a person's height, there is a slightly concave horizontal rectangular box in which the name of the castle was once embedded. There is a crack in the middle of the wall on the right. Although the walls are mottled and the bones and muscles are exposed, the dust hidden between the folds of the walls, such as the powder hidden between the wrinkles of a lady, still shows the original glory and luxury.

Walking into the castle is walking into the ruins. The structure of the fort is very large, square and four sides, about twelve or thirteen acres. Under the wall on the west side of Baomen, there is a temple next to it, which is Lianggong Temple. There is a Little Square in front of a low shed in the middle of the North Fort wall. There is a big incense burner with a few unburned incense sticks in it. This is the former site of Sansheng Palace. In the rest, there are several walls, a pile of rotten grass, a cornfield, semi-purple flowers, several pillars, a big brick and a few scattered tiles. ...

On the left side of the steamed stuffed bun, Daishan crouches, facing the big tiger on the right. At the intersection of the two mountains, Tielong peaks stand tall, forming the spectacle of "North Mountain overlapping screens". A stream, with the coolness of Tielongshan, winds around the auspicious source and flows into Longchuan River. At the foot of Baozi Mountain, the houses in Bao Bei New Village are like a dream, and Longchuan River and Zhangwu Highway meander eastward. Opposite the bunker, the mountains are connected, and dragons are everywhere.

This fortress, which is surrounded by mountains and waters, is a blessed land, auspicious and attractive. At first, what should it be?

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The summer wind, with the smell of rice, oil and salt, slowly blows from a village called Beibaozi.

The Sansheng Palace, which is connected with the building and carved with beams and painted columns, is a big seal on the central axis of the fortress. The main hall faces south, with its back against the iron cage and mountain peaks, and saw Long Hudou. The main hall is a seven-room, three-row hall with all-wood front eaves and 36 doors lined up in a row. It is beautifully carved and magnificent. The temple is dedicated to the three saints of the East: the old gentleman in the middle, the first one is Emperor Wenchang, and the second one is Emperor Wusheng. The old man's nose is facing the wall at the door. The East Hall and the West Hall are opposite to each other, dedicated to Empress Matsuko and Sun Simiao, and the Medicine King Hall respectively. This is not only the center of Beibaozi, but also the religious center of Longchuan. Throughout the year, candles are lit, cigarettes curl up, pilgrims ask for visas, and people come and go.

On both sides of Sansheng Palace, the green tiles are like scales, and the houses are uneven and orderly. Two ancient wells, full of waves, are the clear and transparent eyes of steamed stuffed bun. More than forty families live together in a castle to support diseases and exchange needed goods. The cock crow of the owner interrupted the barking of dogs in the west. A little girl, who had just finished her neighbor's chicken soup and had not had time to wipe her oily mouth, hurried to eat her neighbor's jiaozi. People who live here, show off, have sunsets, spring seeds and autumn harvest. There are descendants of Ge and people with or without Wyeth in yellow hair. Flags fluttered on the battlements. Three ancient willows embrace each other, green branches embrace the moon, and green leaves hold clouds, guarding the castle day and night. ...

This fortress is a warm nest where villagers in Bao Bei Village have lived for generations. It is an ark from ancient times.

According to historical records, there were two large-scale construction of earth castles in Tianshui area: First, in the Northern Song Dynasty, under the strategic policy of "building a city to force it, moving the village to attack it", the government built a large number of castles to "strengthen the hidden fence"; First, in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, Qinzhou was overrun by bandits, and the people built it for their own protection. During the Northern Song Dynasty, Wushan was the border area between Dasong and Xixia, belonging to Qin Feng Road and Han and Qiang people. In order to resist the invasion of Xixia and the looting of Qiang people, the Song Dynasty built castles and settled fields to guard the border. According to the Biography of Cao Wei in the Song Dynasty, Cao Wei "built a bow gate, a smelting workshop, a bed, Jingrong, Shanyang, Dingxi, Fuqiang, Yongning, Xiaoluomen and Weiyuan, and dug 380 miles in Qin Zhou." "The disadvantage is to build castles and let the land be cut by fields." And built a large number of beacon towers. Weiyuanzhai is in the south of Wushan County, including today's Mali Town. There is a well-preserved beacon tower on the hill behind Beibaozi. Beibaozi should have been built in the Northern Song Dynasty, and its predecessor was a military fortress. There is also a record on the beam and column of the main hall of Sansheng Palace in the castle: "There is an abandoned castle named Quanqing on the xiang yuan Collection in the north of Longchuan ..." This is a record during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty. This fort was originally called "Quanqing Fort", just because it is north of Longchuan River, the villagers called it "Beibaozi". The villagers settled in Beibaozi about after the Qing Daoguang.

Although this fortress has experienced 1000 years of wind and rain, it is still strong.

According to Zhang Xi 'an's Literature and History, in March of the seventh year of Tongzhi, Sibaozi on the east bank of Longchuan River was breached by bandits because of lack of water, and once there were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. Not only temple castles, but also most castles have not been preserved. There is a folk song circulating in the countryside: "Four castles, a basin of blood. Gaobaozi, someone killed someone. Taiping Chengbei Baozi. " At the most, Beibaozi collected more than 300 Longchuan people. Beibaozi, with its unique geographical advantages and impregnable iron wall, not only protects the villagers in the fort, but also becomes the spiritual Great Wall that will never collapse in Longchuan people's hearts.

The second waste of Beibaozi began in the new millennium. Due to inconvenient transportation and difficulty in drinking water, since 2003, villagers have demolished their old houses, filled the ancient wells and moved into Baobei New Village on the Longchuan River at the foot of Beibaozi. Raise and protect the people of Beibaozi and Longchuan, and reincarnate in the historical famine? Grinding the road

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Following the arc of time, my eyes fell on the Lianggong Temple under the castle wall.

This is the only abandoned building in northern Zhangjiakou Blockhouse. Although it is just a shabby and leaky house, clinging to the huge figure of the fort wall, it is particularly tall in the empty Zhangjiakou bunker under the devastated background. A single courtyard built along the wall is long and narrow. Entering the courtyard gate, there is an apricot tree in the left hand. The bucket is thick, and one person is tall. It bulges and clusters into a circle, accumulating vicissitudes. Tall, leafy and mature apricot trees, falling with the wind, snapped. Several wooden rafter doorframes standing at the root of the wall decayed in the warm breath. In the little red brick temple, on a platform in the middle, Liang Gong stood on the platform, less than two feet long, and on both sides were two extremely young people, hanging their hands and standing silently. There is a plaque on the ground along the wall, which is dark, mottled and illegible.

The temple is small and the Buddha is big, so people should remember this Liang Gong.

Due to the age, there is little information about Liang Gong. Cheng Yi Garden recorded two couplets in the original temple: "Upholding righteousness to consolidate the return of the people of Jintang, and the gods lowered their turtles to learn from the people of Dehedun." "The name is eternal, and the three saints are solid gold soup." Combined with the vague records on the plaque and the memories passed down by word of mouth, the general life track of Liang Gong was simply pieced together. Liang Gong lived in the late Qing Dynasty and was from Shanxi. He served as a fellow magistrate somewhere in Shanxi, and later as a magistrate in Zhangye. After going back to rest, I opened an altar in Beibaozi to teach people about spring breeze. When bandits were rampant, Duke Liang stepped forward, lost everything, organized people to tamp and strengthen the fort wall and fight against bandits. In order to commemorate Liang Gong's great virtue, people made statues for Liang Gong Temple. From 65438 to 0957, Lianggong Temple became Mali Primary School, the earliest primary school in Mali Town and the seventh primary school in Wushan County. Liang Palace and Sansheng Palace were destroyed by a catastrophe. In the mid-1980s, the villagers spontaneously rebuilt the Lianggong Temple on the original site, and it was rebuilt again in the mid-1990s, which made it look like today.

Villagers who moved out of Beibaozi often come to Beibaozi and Lianggong Temple. This shrine not only carries people's admiration and nostalgia for simplicity and purity, but also embodies people's feelings for an era and a civilization that is hard to give up.

This feeling is particularly evident in Chun Hu. Chun Hu, a self-proclaimed "all-green package man", is a child who grew up in the arms of North Steamed Bun. Chun Hu has devoted herself to sorting out the local culture for many years. She has warm feelings for Beibaozi, just like her son's feelings for her mother. Chun Hu stood between the broken walls of Beibaozi, drooling while dancing. She was a little incoherent with excitement and kept talking. She blurted out everything she knew in one breath. Chun Hu said, however, that he made such fierce remarks to anyone who came to Beibaozi, and he hoped to protect Beibaozi with various forces.

Chun Hu lives in Baobei New Village on the Longchuan River. When he looks up, he can see Beibaozi. Chun Hu still often comes to Beibaozi. He, like most villagers, and Xiao Wu Wei Gang, fled this boiling and noisy world for a while, and came to see Liang Gong, with nostalgia, to pay homage to the lost time, to find what people lost, and to calm the tired and restless soul.

Today, this deserted Beibaozi is not only a cultural landmark, but also a ruin of time, a former home and a habitat for the soul.