Of course, the Great Wall is also great. No matter how Meng Jiangnv cried and stood far away, this suffering nation actually built a Wan Li barrier between barren hills and deserts with manpower, leaving a kind of pride of human willpower for our living planet. The Great Wall has lost its flavor in Badaling, but in Gansu, Shaanxi, Shanxi and Inner Mongolia, the vigorous cold wind roared between broken walls, and the faint sunset merged with the desolate wilderness, which made people feel deeply shocked by history, time and nation. However, just a few decades before Qin Shihuang ordered the construction of the Great Wall, an extraordinary project had been completed on the Sichuan Plain. On the surface, its scale is far less magnificent than the Great Wall, but it is destined to benefit the Millennium steadily. If the Great Wall occupies a vast space, it actually occupies a long time. The social function of the Great Wall has long been abandoned, and it is still conveying gurgling water for countless people. With it, the changeable Sichuan Plain has become a land of abundance. Whenever there is a major disaster in our country, the land of abundance always calmly provides shelter and support. Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that it has permanently irrigated the Chinese nation. With it, only Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei have great talents, and only Li Bai, Du Fu and Lu You have brilliant careers in Sichuan. More precisely, with it, China has a relatively stable rear in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression.
Its current is not as abrupt as the Great Wall of Wan Li, but it penetrates and extends step by step, and the extension distance is not shorter than the Great Wall. The civilization of the Great Wall is a rigid sculpture, and its civilization is a life of wisdom. The Great Wall assumes a high-level position waiting for people to repair, but it is humble in a corner, like a country mother who never shows off, asks for nothing, and only knows dedication. As soon as you check your resume, the Great Wall is only its descendant, and it is Dujiangyan. Before I went to Dujiangyan, I thought it was just a water conservancy project, and it wouldn't have much sightseeing value. Even Gezhouba has seen it. What else can it do? Just to visit Qingcheng Mountain, you have to pass through guanxian, which is nearby. Just take a look. So when I got off at guanxian, my mind was lazy and my steps were scattered. I wandered around the street just to see Qingcheng Mountain.
Turning around, it has changed from a humble market to a lush place. My face is getting wetter and wetter, my eyes are getting clearer and clearer, and no one shows me the way, just going to a wetter and clearer place. Suddenly, something abnormal began to appear between heaven and earth, a faint commotion, a sound that was not too loud but must be loud, which filled Zhou. For example, earthquake precursors, such as tsunami, such as landslide, I feel a sense of tension all over, so nervous that I am eager to be attached. I don't know if I left by myself or was sucked by it. Finally, I was suddenly surprised. I stood in front of fulongguan. Before my eyes, the torrent surged and the earth trembled. Even standing on the rocks by the sea, there is no such powerful charm of water as here. Sea water is an elegant gathering, gathering too deep and boundless, making people forget that it is real water and can be held in their hands. The water here is different, and it's not too much to say, but the stocks are full of energy, competing with the power of flying and the noisy life together. This kind of competition is very regular, running and running. When you meet the diversion dike in the middle of the river, brush the ground, split it in two and go straight out. Two streams hit a solid dam respectively, immediately turn around and change direction, then hit another solid dam, and then adjust according to the instructions of the dam builder? Perhaps the current was a little angry with its meekness and suddenly ran wild and roared, but the more it did, the more magnificent it became. It has roared to the point where people hold their breath, and not a drop of water has splashed in the wrong direction. Between the gloomy atmosphere, a thousand-year war of containment continues. Water has suffered enough here, and it has also made a splash, just like the Millennium War. Just like a large number of marathon runners who have crossed various obstacles, they have paid the most powerful life to the rules, expectations and the public. Watching clouds, fog and sunrise, each has its own scenic spots. Watch the water, don't forget Dujiangyan. All this, first of all, is due to Bing, who is too far away to see. Fortunately for Sichuan, there was an unobtrusive appointment in 25 1 BC: Li Bing was appointed as the commander of Shu County.
Since then, the practice of China's Millennium officialdom has been to select a group of scholars with their own opinions as bureaucrats who are not good at anything, while Li Bing became a practical scientist because of his official position. There are obviously two completely different political trends here. In Li Bing's view, the meaning of politics is seeking truth from facts, eliminating disasters, nourishing and nurturing. What it wants to achieve is both concrete and simple. He got a simple truth that even children can understand: since the biggest problem in Sichuan is drought and flood, the ruler of Sichuan must become a water conservancy scientist.
Not long ago, I received a business card from a very successful mayor, and the title on it was just printed? Civil engineer? I immediately thought of ice. There is no evidence to prove Li Bing's political talent, but because of him, China also has a clean political program.
He is a county magistrate, holding a long cymbal, standing by the surging river, finished one? Keep? The original shape of the word. For thousands of years, the long bell has repeatedly argued with the golden staff, the jade seal and the iron halberd steel hammer. He failed, after all, he won again.
He began to map the water system. This atlas can echo today's disarmament data and the route to the moon.
He certainly didn't study water conservancy there. However, taking the regiment as the school and practicing hard for several years, the three-character classic of water control was summarized. Deep scouring beach, low weir , eight-character mantra? When it comes to cutting corners in the Gulf, what is the heart? Until the 20th century, it was the standard of hydraulic engineering. His knowledge is always dripping, and then the thick classics he didn't know for many years have dried up and are too brittle to read.
He didn't expect that his strategy of water control was soon replaced by the strategy of governing people; He didn't expect that the fertile soil he wanted to irrigate would become a battlefield forever, and most of the rice on the fertile soil would be used as military food. All he knows is that this man must have clean water and rice if he wants not to become extinct. He is both stupid and clever. He is clumsy and clever. He entered the clearest anthropological thinking with the thinking of the old farmer in the field. He left no information about his life, only a hard dam for people to guess. People come here and wonder again and again: who is this? Died two thousand years ago, but he is still directing the current. Standing in front of the sentry box in the middle of the river? You go this way and he goes that way? Shouts, exhortations and soothing voices are endless. No one can live this long.
Qin Shihuang ordered the construction of the Great Wall, which was magnificent, shocking and cruel. His instructions to build a weir and dam are wise, kind and transparent.
What kind of starting point will have what kind of continuation. The Great Wall is half brave and half showy, and it has been like this for generations. Today, the Great Wall often becomes ostentation and extravagance. Dujiangyan is clear from the beginning, and therefore, its history always shows extraordinary elegance. When Li Bing was alive, considering the continuation of his career, he ordered his son to be three stone men, live in the river and measure the water level. 400 years after Li Bing's death, maybe three stone men have been damaged, and the water officials of the Han Dynasty rebuilt them to 3 meters high? Three gods and stone men? Measure the water level. This? Three gods and stone men? One of them is the statue of Li Bing. This Han Dynasty water conservancy official must have inherited the great spirit of Li Bing before he dared to put his respected ancestors in Jiang Zhong Town for water conservancy survey. He understands the mind of ice, and only there is his most suitable position. This design was successfully implemented without opposition. It can only be said that Dujiangyan has shed a unique spiritual world for itself.
The stone statue was finally buried by the mud of the years. When unearthed in the 1970s, there was a stone statue with a broken head and a long bell in its hand. Some people say this is Li Bing's son. Even if not, I still regard him as Li Bing's son. A modern writer was heartbroken when he saw the statue. Laugh without mud, break your neck and hold it? From this, the writer asked the modern officialdom: alive or dead, where should I stand? The unearthed stone statues are now on display at Fulongguan. People silently paid tribute to them in the roaring sound of water. Here, I suddenly have some optimism about the history of China. As long as Dujiangyan does not collapse, Li Bing's spirit will not dissipate, and Li Bing's son will be propagated from generation to generation. The roaring river is the last words of the most holy and good. Go on and see a cable bridge across the river. The bridge is very high, and the bridge cables are made of hemp rope and bamboo strips. When you cross it, the bridge will swing violently. The more you hesitate to advance and retreat, the greater the swing. Peeking under the bridge at such a high place will make you lose your mind, but this is a cable bridge, and there are loopholes everywhere, so you can't help looking. At first glance, I was surprised. At the foot of the river, running from such a distant place, a resolute momentum, with a cold wind, rose to the sky, sharp and harsh. I stood so high that I felt its cold skin. I guess it comes from the snow-capped mountains. However, if you look at the other side of the bridge, it just turns into many shining canals, turning evil into good. How smoothly man tames the forces of nature. If human beings are so frugal in everything, the earth will be different.
But human beings always lack self-confidence, advance and retreat, stop and go, constantly consume themselves, and constantly consume for the sake of consumption. As a result, Li Bing, who was only a little more confident, became a god in people's hearts. At the foot of Lei Yu Mountain, not far from the eastern end of the cable bridge, there is an Erwang Temple dedicated to Li Bing and his son. People worship people who are more like themselves. The bells and cymbals chimed, one in the morning and one in the evening, one heavy and one light, accompanied by Jiang Tao's roar.
People like Li Bing should find a quiet place to commemorate it. It is also popular to build the Erwang Temple.
People who really benefit the people are upgraded to gods, and God's world will become reasonable, comfortable and amiable. China's religion has a lot of secular flavor, so secular human feelings will also be infected with religious light. In the long run, Dujiangyan has become a bridge pier connecting two worlds.
Going to a remote area to see Nuo opera, a lot of content is not interesting. What makes me particularly happy is that Hebo, the water god in Nuo Opera, was replaced by Li Bing from guanxian. Li Bing, the water god in Nuo Opera, is much more active than Li Bing in Erwang Temple. People danced and shouted around him, praying that countless Dujiangyan would bring good weather and water and soil to the whole country. Nuo opera originally originated from myth. With a Li Bing, the myth came to reality, and the profound spiritual kingdom was suddenly close to the earth and the people.
Chapter 2: There will be roads in Shayuan Hidden Spring Desert, but there is no road here. From a distance, there are several lines of crooked footprints. Follow the footprints, but no. Where someone stepped on it, it was too loose to walk. I can only walk a new road with my own feet. Looking back, I am happy with my long footprints. I wonder how long this footprint will last.
Blocking the line of sight are several huge sand mountains. We can only forget them, there is no other way. Shangshashan is really a coolie. Just step on a solid foot, and with a little force, the soles of your feet will slip loosely. The greater the strength, the deeper the sinking and the more severe the decline. I only stepped on a few feet, and I was already panting and angry. I grew up in the mountainous area of eastern Zhejiang, and I was able to climb mountains happily when I was a child. Tired, I can fly to the top of the mountain with great energy. There is absolutely nothing to do here. Soft sand does not rub your feet, nor does it make you collide, but slowly erases all your strength. The crazier, the gentler, extremely gentle. Helpless, I can only temporarily rest from the wrath of thunder, put my feet gently and let it go.
Don't come here if you want to climb the mountain briskly. Have a plenty of plank roads, have a plenty of stone steps, thousands of people walked, there will be thousands of people walked. However, there are no footprints left for you, your own footprints. Come on, then admit it, for the public rules of desert walkers, for these beautiful footprints.
Calm down and climb slowly. The higher the top of the sand mountain, the higher it climbs, just like chasing the moon when I was a child. I'm already worried about the accommodation problem tonight. Cruel, don't stay, climb! If you don't pay attention to that lofty goal, why scare yourself? It's always there, even if you don't look. Let's look back at the road we have traveled. I can't believe I have walked so long and climbed so high. Footprints have always been like an unattainable ribbon, calmly and elegantly drawing an undulating curve, with one end tightly tied to the foot. This is a great event, and I can't help admiring myself. Not for the top of the mountain, but for the dry curve, climbing. No matter where you can reach, climb only for the life you consume. Anyway, I always stand at the top of my path. Permanent top, constantly floating top, self-top, never retreat top. Sandy mountain top is secondary. Climb, climb.
Suddenly my feet were flat and my eyes were empty. I looked up timidly and looked around, but I climbed to the top of the mountain. Don't worry about accommodation at all, the sunset in the west is still brilliant. The continuous sand mountain in the sunset is an unparalleled beauty in the world. Light and shadow are separated by the straightest lines, and gold and indigo are pure without noise, as if they had been screened by a huge sieve. Phoenix, day and night, shapes ridges and slopes into waves, which are extremely gentle waves without a ripple. As a result, the eyes are full of fun, and every day, every place is generously and clearly arranged. The color is pure to holy, and the charm is harmonious to sublime. Why did monks, ordinary people and artists of all ages choose desert sand mountains to express their beliefs and build caves such as Mogao Grottoes and Yulin Grottoes? Standing here, I get it. I put my mountain top and the mountain top together, and my heart sounds like Brahma in the sky.
When I first climbed the ridge, I found that there was still a phase difference at the foot of the mountain, so I couldn't bear to see it all at once. I didn't dare to look carefully until I saw the birds. It was clearly a clear spring, lying at the foot of the mountain. Any word decorated with seaweed will be blasphemous. I just think it's reckless and weird, sitting quietly where it shouldn't be, which makes people's eyes unable to adapt for a long time. Even the youngest traveler will say, why are you here, just like a loving old father scolding his beloved daughter?
Yes, it didn't come from here anyway. If you want to come, you must come with a yellow and turbid torrent, but it is so clear and quiet. Or, just come to a bigger lake, but it is so slim. According to its appearance, it should stay in Fuchun River, Yandang Mountain, or run from Tiger Hill to the shade of Jiuxi. The flying sand in the sky has never been filled? The hurricane in the middle of the night hasn't sucked it dry? There used to be a robber's footprint here. Did you live on its oasis? Have a large group of bandits and horse thieves made a mess around here?
I thought about it at random, and then I was sad. How to approach it? I stand at the top of the mountain, and it is dedicated to the bottom of the mountain; Tilt towards its peak, as steep as a knife. At this moment, the climb just now has turned into sadness. Looking forward to the peak and height, the peak is only a narrow foothold. Can't rush, can't go straight, just enjoy the pleasure of looking down for a while. How can you stop and sit for a long time? Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it. I feel unprecedented loneliness and fear. The truly warm beauty in the world is clinging to the earth and lurking in the deep valley. The height of reigning over everything will only constitute self-mockery in the end. I have seen its ridicule, so I rushed to test the steep slope. Life is really hard, you can't find it until you reach the peak, and you can't get close to it when you reach the peak. It seems destined to go uphill and downhill all the time.
Bite your teeth and be cruel. Something is going to happen. Tighten your neck, twist your facial muscles and put your feet down. One foot, the other foot, the whole skeleton is ready for a heavy blow. Strangely, however, nothing happened. Only two feet, have slipped down several meters, and stand very steady. Without leaning forward or leaning back, he suddenly became Prometheus on the Caucasus. Slightly more difficult ones, such as slow motion, striding and dancing, have only reached the foot of the mountain for a dozen times. Really shocked: I finally climbed for several hours before I took a few steps! Think about the tragic determination when I stretched my foot just now, and I am heartless. This is exactly what Kant called funny.
Without time to think about Kant, I hurried to spring. A bay is not small, it can be three or four hundred steps long, and the widest part in the middle is a fairly medium-sized river. Under the water, clusters of aquatic plants are flying, making the water greener. Unexpectedly, there are three mysterious water ducks floating on it, with long ripples on their wings. I don't know how they flew over the Guanshan Mountain in Wan Li and found here. There are trees by the water, and many trees are wrapped around their roots. They should be hundreds of years old. In short, everything in Qingquan still pool is here. At this point, this bay spring water became a lone ranger in my eyes. In the desert world, I created a lovely world by myself.
There is a hut behind the tree. While hesitating, an old man came out. Holding hanging beads, wrinkled, thin and quiet. She told me there used to be a temple here, which was destroyed 20 years ago. I couldn't imagine the source of her life, so I didn't have time to ask. She pointed to the back of the house and said simply, someone will send it. I want to ask her many things, such as why did she stay here alone for a long time? How old are you, new here? Finally, I think this question is too straightforward for Buddhists, so I won't say it. Eyes turned to the pulse pool. The answers should all be here.
The vast desert and surging water are not surprising in the world. Only such a bay in the desert, such a quiet place in the sand, such a desolate scene and such a fall behind a high slope can win the rhythm of heaven and earth, and the ingenuity of nature is intoxicating. In this way, we can infer life, the world and history. Give calm to floating noise, clear to fanaticism, dull to high dance and bright to surge. Only in this way can life be wise, the world exquisite and history fascinating. However, people are used to all kinds of one-way exaggeration every day. Even the god of nature is crude and crude, too lazy to adjust it carefully, which makes people suffer greatly in the world.
Therefore, old ni's loneliness makes sense. She can wash her ears with bright and quiet water tomorrow morning when she listens to the thrilling wind and sand whistling all night in the humble room. When she has seen enough bright green in spring, she can look up at the blushing sand wall.
Chapter 3: Forget more about Jerusalem. It's too thick, and my breathing is a little short.
Today, I temporarily changed direction and went to Gaza.
This is the most sensitive area in the world at present. As soon as we arrived at the pass, we felt that the atmosphere was much more tense than that in the West Bank and the Golan Heights.
Head on is a big blue-gray checkpoint, and Israeli soldiers stand at three checkpoints with guns. The machine gun on the top of the mountain aimed at the intersection. From a distance, through an isolated space, there is a Palestinian film in front.
You need to check your passport here, but as we all know, once an Israeli visa appears on your passport, it will be difficult to enter other Arab countries in the future. So a few days ago, when we entered the customs from Egypt, we used a temporary collective visa, but today we didn't bring that visa, so how do we guys get into Israel became a problem. What's more, the problem of several jeeps in driving without a license can't be solved here.
There is a police car coming towards our motorcade, a police car. There was a fat Israeli policeman sitting there, looking at the style and rank. He didn't get off the bus, just looked at us surrounded and shook his head. You don't even have any documents? Service visa, no license plate, no pass? "He probably never met such a team, shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. Let's draw our own conclusions.
I can't think of any other way but to call the Palestinian Affairs Office in China. Soon, Counselor Chang Yi and his wife, Ms. Pan Deqin, drove to the gateway. After several negotiations, the Israeli police finally agreed to let us take the diplomatic shuttle bus from Government House.
Cars drive past Palestinian Customs Day. There is no need to stop the inspection. We waved to the simple and honest soldiers, and they grinned and passed. The situation in Gaza is similar to that in Jericho. We first went to a refugee camp. These refugees are mainly Arabs from all over the world, who lost their homes in the 1967 war. It has been more than a year since the 1930s, and now it has formed a metropolitan area. There are countless innocent children running to me barefoot. According to the Arab fertility convention, it was their grandfather's generation who fled. Life is poor at first glance, but according to friends of Palestinian TV, it has changed a lot compared with 30 years ago.
I asked, what kind of organization is managing such a large refugee area? They said it was the residents' committee.
Let me ask again, what institution is above the neighborhood Committee?
They pointed to the street and said that he.
When I looked at the street corner, it was a huge portrait of Arafat.
Gaza is surrounded by Israeli foreskin, which makes it difficult for Arabs to get in and out; But in Israel's view, their whole country is surrounded by the foreskin of the Arab world. What surprises me even more is that there are still a group of stubborn Jews living in Gaza, who will never move away. Zhoumen can only surround themselves with barbed wire to form a foreskin fence, and your foreskin surrounds me. My foreskin surrounds you, you go deep into me, I go deep into you, you have me, and I have you, which are inseparable.
Both sides have grievances, and each has several hands to kill. Like two neighbors who can't move home, they tied their scars together.
I really want to see the Jewish settlements in Gaza, but it is surrounded by barbed wire, watchtowers and searchlights. Our Arab friends say that we want to get closer. This is the latest. If we come near, they will shoot. In fact, only a dozen Jews live in each settlement, and the number of military and police guards is similar to them. It is difficult and dangerous for them to have no decent life in the settlements, but they have been insisting on expressing their territorial concept for many years.
I stood on the side of the road, looking at the nets surrounded by each other, thinking that this is the epitome of human dilemma.
Everything may have its own right or wrong at first, but after a long time, it becomes foggy. It is a bit risky to invite some foreign mediators to judge the merits of history, because it will enable both sides to establish their own narrative system, reorganize and strengthen the grievances that should have been forgotten.
I have had in-depth conversations with friends in Israel and Palestine here, and gradually came up with an idea: they should forget more about the past, then put aside their emotions and design the most rational strategies with modern political wisdom.
Harmony is great, and it's in the way.
There are many levels of history, and historians with conscience should tell people what they really should not forget. But in many cases, history will also be used by people as a tool to confuse priorities and increase hatred, so be vigilant.
One of the reasons why the modernization of several ancient civilizations is difficult is that the burden of history is too heavy and there are too many people playing with history.
Only forget what should be forgotten, history. Only in this way can we get rid of fine lines and return to our vibrant contours.
Unfortunately, until today, many histories only like to make a fuss about wrinkles. In order to deepen my thinking on this issue, I decided to go to Xi 'an Xi University tomorrow. Holocaust memorial hall. There, some principles recognized by all mankind are sacred. Therefore, we can realize which parts of history should not be forgotten.
19991On the afternoon of October 30th, I stayed at Salem Road in Gaza and stayed at Sance Hotel.