Ancient city? Old town? Isolated city? Ma Qiao Feng. dust

As for Maqiao Old Town, I just walked inside to feel the feeling.

This is a dead city, leaving a collapsed wall in the sunshine and wind and rain.

The story told by these disappearing walls seems to be getting weaker and weaker. Like a dying old man, he is just breathing.

I come here again and again, and I don't know why every time. But when I go back, I can't forget it when I think about it.

In Jiaohe Old Town, there seems to be such a feeling. There is also Tuguhun, who just misses them, like missing a lover, ups and downs.

I have been thinking in my mind for countless times that these places used to be different every time I went.

But one thing remains the same, that is, the sunshine in these places must be the warmest.

Whether it is chiseled with raw soil or rammed soil. These dead cities come from the soil.

In the sun, in the wind and rain, they eventually become thin and turn into soil. This should not be fate, but it is the best destination.

Those who built these cities also turned to dust.

The stories carried by these cities are all stories of the past. When I walk in it, what I can feel seems to be my own story.

I dare not use force when my hand touches the wall, because a little force will make the soil on this wall fall off. The heart will twitch, just like tearing a piece of flesh and blood from the body.

Stepping on their own space and looking down at their footprints, I always feel that my footprints have overlapped with those of my old friend, so don't hurt him. ...

Sitting on the floor should be a habit of playing small. When you come to these dead cities, you will sit down anytime and anywhere, and there will be dirty things on your pants, and you will keep them. I don't know when the soil came from, but I don't know where it went.

I want to look at it from a distance, but I want to be close to it and blend in with it. When it snows, I just look at the footprints left by rabbits and mice in the snow. Some are out of town, and some are in town.

It is they who make the city alive, just like a deciduous tree, motionless in the cold wind, but when spring comes, it will surely grow green leaves.

They are the masters of this city, and I am not even a guest.

Coming, leaving. Here we go again. Here we go. It doesn't matter why I'm here. I've been here many times. Come if you like.

Just more and more understand, don't bother when you come, because I'm not even a guest in this city.

There are other people's stories here, not mine.

I became someone else's story, not mine?

The city was reduced to ashes.

I am in the dust, too.

Sooner or later, all stories will have the same ending as long as there is time.

I thought the same thing.

Maqiao beifeng

"You waved and said you want to fly north.

Love is stabbed with a knife, and my heart is black.

You're right. Who will remember who?

I thought my love could satisfy the drunkenness you want to buy.

As soon as the wind blew, I realized that I had collapsed.

The wind blows to the north, and you walk so easily.

……"

The stereo in the car was turned on at full blast, and the melody of Sun Nan's "The Wind Blows North" filled our journey to the south.

Southbound romances have nothing to do with love. Let's go to Maqiao, where we have our dreams.

In the early summer morning, the sun is warm and the sky is blue. The seedlings in the roadside crops have turned green. The trees are lush and swaying their beautiful figures happily.

When I reached the corner, I saw the tree in the distance.

It stands alone in the wilderness when the spring is chilly, and it feels so lonely to see it.

When I saw it again in early summer, I was still standing alone in vilen, but I couldn't feel its loneliness. It is all green and seems to greet us with a smile.

It is hope!

The roads leading to the inner city are all asphalt roads. Off the highway, through the main street in the city, out of the city, we came to the moat.

Hu Yangshu on both sides of the moat is very dense, with many thorns in full bloom, and the purple sky is charming.

The river bed is dry and the bottom is covered with shrubs. It is about three meters deep, and there are golden reeds swaying on the opposite side.

I was attracted by a house by the river.

Although it is broken walls, you can see it in front of it.

There are two buttonwood trees, one on the left and one on the right, facing me. Sitting in the house facing south, these two trees are like guards in the hospital.

At first, everyone thought it was the yard of a big family. I can't look closely, just look at the broken wall in the sun. Qunfeng goes to the south and Zhigang goes to the north.

Zhigang shouted excitedly: "There are grave robbers".

There is a big pit about ten meters from this yard.

It was dug by hand, that's for sure. Because even after a hundred years, the traces of manual excavation can still be distinguished. There is a slightly higher mound in the north. Look at the scars. Some of them look like they were carried by a rope.

There is a small tree in the south, which is not planted artificially. About the seed of the tree blown by the wind fell here, and it took root and sprouted.

I am afraid of heights and dare not go too close, so I can't see the bottom of the pit. I estimate that it is at least ten meters deep, and there is a small pit on the pit wall that is similar to stepping on your feet to touch your hands.

To the north of this pit, there is a Populus euphratica forest. To the south, it is a clearing separated from the inner city.

We met again in that house. The peak looks around the room, and Zhigang is also looking around. I also look at its ruins and general pattern and imagine its three-dimensional appearance in my mind.

"If it is a family, at least it should be a family with several concubines. Still an official with a certain status. " Zhigang said. "That should be thousands of households?" "At that time, if it was the late Qing Dynasty, the official positions of thousands of families should be gone."

"I think it is more like a small barracks!" Qunfeng said: "The houses around this yard are all about the same size. Teacher Li's position seems to be where an official lives, because it is relatively large. "

"The houses around this yard are surrounded, and there is not much space in the middle."

"If there are eight people living in a house, this small barracks should live in a company!"

"Qunfeng, you are a soldier!" He bared his teeth and smiled proudly.

"Could that pit be a granary?" "It is unreasonable to build the granary outside the city. I still think it is a well. "

The Lablan River can't have water all the year round. If it is a dry season, the first thing to be solved is the draft problem. Judging from this, it must be a well.

I think the small pit on the pit wall should be used to climb hands and feet. If there are artifacts in the well or need to be cleaned, this small hole has a reasonable explanation and use.

According to the terrain, we also confirmed that this house should be a small barracks. It plays a more vigilant role, or has a certain degree of mobility.

Looking at the fields by the ruins, I want to know what happened here in those years.

Desert machete!

The sun is like blood!

Jingema Tie!

Bloody yellow sand!

Horse bridge flowing water!

The chicken and the dog heard each other!

Live and work in peace!

Smoke curled up!

Here, is it an ancient battlefield? Is the red of the parapet red with the hero's blood? The green trees are on the edge of the country. Have you ever had a lingering love?

I picked up a green copper coin on the ground and couldn't stop crying. ...

On my way back, I passed the place I called "Huyang Valley". How beautiful it would be if Qiu Lai was full of gold!

Stay here next time you come. Moonlight night, in silence, through time and space, listening to insects. I also armed myself with a gun, and wrote a war song to protect the peace of our country with the heroes of our ancestors and those who invaded our country!

Maqiao, come again!

Maqiao is not a dream!

Maqiao Nanfeng

The asphalt road leading to Maqiao has been repaired, and there is a "pit" at the intersection turning west.

Its small window faces south, and the straw on it is already the same color as the surrounding loess. In fact, it only has the shape of a pit, and there is no reality. No, it should be said that it has been "solid" and has been filled with soil.

Under the sun, it is quiet, and the years still can't brush away the traces of man-made. There is a ditch in the east of it, and there are traces of water flowing at the bottom of the ditch, and sparse clusters of grass are growing along the ditch.

What kind of people have lived here?

They choose water to live in. Can they be surrounded by his fields? What do they grow? Wheat? Corn?

They stepped out of the ground and worked hard against the morning glow. When they were thirsty, they grabbed a handful of water from the Lablan River. On the west side of the sunset, the sunset cast their long shadows. Will they jump into the warm river in the sun and wash away the fatigue of the day?

There are many stars in the evening. Will they sit at the mouth of the cave, listen to the chirping cicadas of frogs and tell their children the story of maqiao town and the beautiful legend of Lablan River?

Their children fell asleep in the story, they hugged in the night wind, and the quietly flowing river was their favorite song. ...

Anyway, this is their life. If it is true, will it be bitter or will it make us envy?

"Let's go! What are you thinking? "

From the intersection to the north, then to the west, across a Gobi Desert, the south gate of maqiao town appeared in front of us.

This is the outer city of maqiao town!

It should be the first place for the enemy to attack and defend against foreign enemies.

From the high battlements, you can imagine the height and firmness of the original city gate wall. A straight street in the city connects the north and the south, and the houses on both sides of the street are better preserved than those in the inner city. Some houses can see that the plastered walls are still there, and the structure of the house is basically clear.

We arrived at the north gate, and the moat was next to the city wall. The rain washed away the city walls, the soil was washed into the moat, the city walls became shorter and the river became shallower. One day, will the wall disappear and the river be flat?

On the small earth slope outside the north gate, I found several green copper coins and half the same green copper coins. Together with the surrounding ruins, they silently witnessed everything in this ancient city.

If they could talk, what would they tell us?

The city wall is very thick. The parapet and the inner wall don't seem to be built together, but they are both rammed earth walls. The parapet looks a little red.

Touch the wall gently and you can feel its temperature. Looking up as far as the eye can see, the undulating Gurbantunggut Desert is at the end. That's Haloxylon Valley, where armored soldiers were ambushed.

The broadsword flashed with dazzling cold light, the spear pierced the enemy's throat, the horseshoe fluttered and raised the yellow sand that covered the sun, and the blood penetrated the yellow sand and flowed into the Lablan River, staining the city wall for more than a hundred years. ...

Although the river dried up,

The precipitation is still full of vicissitudes.

The wall is broken,

Pride still shines!

The south wind is slow, the south wind is warm, and it is a breeze!

Wind of peace, wind of peace! This peace is the blood of our ancestors!

We don't need to be buried in blood-stained robes, but the heroic spirit of our ancestors flowing in this blood can't be lost!

Maqiao west wind

It's snowing.

It's snowing at Maqiao.

This is the second snow in Maqiao. The first snow has melted, and the second snow has stopped.

It snowed at midnight.

When people get up in the morning and push the door, they will be surprised by the white sky.

The hairy reeds on the edge of the moat are like blonde girls in snow-white hats. Thin red willow branches have also become fat, and the golden color on the ground in Populus euphratica forest has disappeared, leaving a string of naughty rabbit footprints.

The moat is covered with a thin layer of ice. A whistling arrow rose from the ground in Haloxylon ammodendron valley, and the gate of the north gate of Maqiao outer city echoed with the whistling arrow, which was another stable night.

Smoke rose from the roofs of inner-city residents' homes, and hardworking housewives raised kang stoves and began to cook. The door of a family at the northern end of North-South Street has been opened for a long time, and a two-meter wide road has been swept out from his door.

He kept waving a broom, which was made of thin strips of red willow and Achnatherum splendens. Lao Zhang is good at tying a broom to his head, and every household asks him to tie a broom.

The figure didn't stop, has begun to sweep across the north and south street. He is tall, burly and strong, with a head as big as a bucket and steaming all over!

The doors opened one by one, and the men came out and joined the snow-sweeping team pushing brooms. Someone shouted, "Good morning, Li Shifu!"

It turns out that he is the noble leader of Junggar, Li Tou Ye!

He entered Xinjiang with Zuo Shuai. As a martial artist, he volunteered to lead 500 soldiers stationed in Fan Zhen, the nearest enemy to Agubai. Later, he, together with senior greenwood, Fan Zhen He Shihai and Dihua militia coach, chose a piece of land by the Hebei River in Lablan and built a city with rammed earth.

Heroes such as Manas, Zhenfan Lake and Xinhu in the surrounding area have all been here. After consultation, the four men built an outer city outside the moat in the northeast corner of the outer city, and soldiers were stationed in the outer city to defend against the enemy.

In order to meet the needs, a wooden bridge was built on the moat between the two cities, and only one person and one horse could cross it. Therefore, it is called "maqiao town".

When the farm is busy, everyone sows and harvests wheat, and in their spare time, they practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies.

Li Tou Ye's 36-way air breaker is fatal! His 48-way life-saving throat lock gun! Master Gao's secret tracking technology! Xu Shigong and Xu Ye are good at arranging troops and strategizing!

Did you have a good time in Agubo?

Everyone is sweeping the snow. Suddenly, a sharp sound came from Huyang Valley in the east, which cut through the winter morning, and the snow on the branches seemed to fall.

The enemy actually came from Fukang and attacked from the east!

Hu Yanggu's hidden weapons office has been started!

The tunnel connecting maqiao town and Wozi at the fork in the road has been opened. There is no trace on the snow, but the ambush has been arranged. ...

"I also want to kill the enemy!"

Woke up suddenly, it turned out to be a dream!

The morning star shines outside the window, and I am completely awake. My mind is still full of snowflakes falling gently from the horse bridge with the west wind and soldiers as hard as steel. ...

The soul of Maqiao is still there!

Once you go, you will be troubled by dreams. ...

Maqiao, don't cry.

Maqiao town is about 40 kilometers north of the town. Go further north and you will see the "Maqiao Ancient City".

In this city, there are unspeakable feelings. Every time I come, I am full of longing, but I leave with a heavy heart.

The new lake, 20 kilometers west of the town, is inextricably linked with Maqiao.

Some people say Maqiao is a city to fight against foreign enemies, others say it is a city to escape from war, but I know that this city can feel more than history.

I've always wanted to know where we, as the aborigines of the town, came from. The old people around me have passed away one after another, and there is no page at home to research.

Grandma is so deaf that she needs to shout loudly when talking to her. But she remembers that her old man once said that the older generation was Maqiao people.

The second uncle said so, and the fourth grandmother's uncle also said that our ancestors were Maqiao people. ...

Is this the reason for coming to Maqiao again and again?

Liu Jing brought her daughter Xiaoqian. I always remember her solemnly saying to her daughter, "This is an ancient city and a cultural relic. We should protect it and not just walk on it. " Xiaoxi showed a puzzled expression, but she kept nodding.

That's because I saw many tourists coming to Maqiao at that time. One thing they do when they come is climb up the wall, hold up long colorful scarves, laugh, raise their hands, stretch their legs and clap their hands. ...

I clearly see that these weather-beaten walls, these rammed earth walls and the soil shake off like tears when crying. ...

This is the nearest cultural site. Friends who come here can look back on history and feel the years of wandering.

Just:

Will you stop trampling on them?

Don't leave the mineral water bottle there after drinking water, ok?

The food bag was put in the car and brought back for disposal, okay?

Don't fold Haloxylon ammodendron there at will, okay?

......

Marjorie, don't cry, we will take good care of you!

Chunrongma bridge

There is a city in the snow, and there is snow in the city.

Winter is coming, and we can have a chance to see the city in the vast snowfield.

Maqiao's wind comes from Gurbantunggut Desert.

The wind is wrapped in fine snowflakes, still so cold, and the feeling of blowing through the body instantly.

Time is the fairest, and no one will give more or less a minute. Time never stops, and it won't stop for a minute because of who or what. No matter how cold the winter will pass, no matter how thick the snow will melt.

Come several times a year.

What is this dead city? What's left?

When I came with Uncle Yang, I asked if Uncle Yang had ever lived in Maqiao. He told me that his dead wife was born in Maqiao, left Maqiao the year she was born, and never went back to see it. His wife has left, and he wants to see where she was born.

What kind of emotion is this? This may be the interpretation and memory of love. "When you leave, I will go and see where you were born, where your shadow and soul are."

Why do I come here again and again?

I want to see the little new green in the deserted city in spring;

In summer, the flowers of purple willows are lined with gray-green Populus euphratica leaves, and there is a life of overgrown weeds;

Autumn, golden Populus euphratica, reeds swaying by the river, dust rolled up by the wind;

Snow came, with a furry hat on the wall, frost on the quiet hay, and snow foam was rolled up by the wind. ...

The old city is getting thinner and thinner.

This wall is bare Xue Jing flesh and blood: a layer of rammed earth, a layer of reeds, and a layer of high and wide. The soil is red, soaked with blood, and the years have faded, but the soul cannot fade.

Caught in the snow, last autumn's withered red was charming. In a few days, they will turn green and the city will be full of vitality.

I asked grandma, where did our ancestors come from? The old man vaguely said from the remaining memory: Come on, Tan Jia, Maqiao. ...

"Who am I?

Where is the land I come from?

where am I going? "

How many people's past does this broken city carry? How many people remember? How many touching stories have been born from Liao Lianghe to Lablan River?