I have been to ancient cities in many cities all over the country, but I can't believe I can meet such cities. It is not so much an ancient city as a tucheng. Such a city has a history of more than 2,000 years and many legends and folk stories, but its connotation is mostly like hay in winter, which has been ignited by the fire of years and turned into confused smoke, and fewer and fewer people know about it. As a result, there are different views on historical materials. Some say it was built before the Han Dynasty, while others say that the Han Dynasty rode horses to chase Hou Gongsun, Aoyu, Xiongnu and their fiefs together. Lu Chang Salt Law records that in order to prevent the leader of the Tuoba Department of Xianbei from escaping from Lu, this city was called "ambush city". The New Record of Yanshan Mountains says that Jody seems to be a wrong voice, and now its name has been confirmed as Jody City. In fact, my feelings for historical documents are not strong, but looking at piles of loess, I feel puzzled.
At present, such a city is on the outskirts of a heroic city-Huanghua City, with its own vitality and loneliness as its neighbors, and is looking forward to meeting someone who is connected with its own soul one day. Historically, the crossing of the Yellow River is not far away from it, just like the entanglement between the prosperity of the city and the countryside. The desolation of crossing the river is in sharp contrast with the bustle of Jody City, but today, many years later, Jody City is in sharp contrast with the changing city. I can't help but think of what Mr. Zhu Ziqing wrote, the excitement is yours, and I have nothing.
At the beginning of 20 15, I stepped into the ancient city again. This time, there are neither birds nor clouds. Maybe it's because the ancient city was angry with me for leaving without saying goodbye last time. I have set foot on the land of the ancient city many times before, and once walked around the ancient city wall. I can hear my heartbeat at every step, as if I were integrated with the voice of the earth, but I left in a hurry and didn't have time to listen to my special feelings, so I went to the city center. In the evening when the moon is already on, the moonlight shines on every inch of the ancient city. My friend is preparing to shoot the ruins of the city through the camera. He is an ordinary student studying directing in Beijing. Somehow, shooting at night may be a special arrangement. Jodi City may want to keep some mystery, or it may not like modern high technology, just like looking at the lights of commercial houses not far ahead, it will be dazzling. After all, Buddy has his own soul.
According to legend, it was once the place where Mu was stationed, and it is also reported that Yang's flesh and blood were born here. But these can't be verified. To be sure, people in the ancient city believe in fox spirits. Now there is a quadrangle in the northeast around the ruins of the city, and there are many legends of fox spirits in the countryside in the northeast. Now the northeast farmhouse here gives me a special taste. In the past, people in the ancient city believed that the fox spirit was a god who brought people good luck and beauty. There are still many flags floating in the ancient city, some of which are marked with the language of thanking the fox spirit. I looked at the whole city with my eyes, and those legends, like the feeling this city gave me, became more and more slim. In other words, only a few words can explore the mystery.
The moonlight shone on the water of Jody City, and the street lamps around it gradually lit up. Looking at the swaying moonlight in the water, I suddenly felt that my eyes were bright, and I remembered that every city really has spirits. This spirit stems from the vicissitudes of history, the continuation of stories and the lonely accumulation in the years. When I was about to say goodbye to Jody, I heard birds singing. Jody forgave me for not coming and going in a hurry this time. Looking up at the national flag floating in the city, I seem to hear tears dripping from this tucheng. The wind in the wilderness is not only its lonely sobs, but the excitement is really no longer its.
Jody City is a spiritual city. There are stories of ancient heroes and children, the passage of civilization, the character of the Holy Spirit, and the influence of years and urban expansion, so that it only retains the appearance after wind erosion. I walked into the wide road outside Jody. I can't help feeling colder and colder in the sub-zero temperature of street lamps and moonlight. The city center is getting closer and closer to me, but the ancient city is still drifting.