My old village is located at the foot of Mingyue Mountain, halfway up the mountain by the Shunyang River. I was born here and have lived here for more than twenty years.
Mingyue Mountain, one of the famous mountains in Weibei, belongs to Qiaoshan Mountain Range, which is located at the junction of Tongchuan and Fuping. It was called "Frequency Mountain" in ancient times, with an altitude of 1,439 meters. During the Warring States Period, Qin Shihuang ordered Wang Jian, a general, to station troops and practice martial arts in this mountain to save his strength for several years. The bright moon mountain is rugged, with ravines and lush vegetation, which shakes the three auxiliary places and wanders for the bachelor of letters. In the second year of Zhenghe (91 BC), Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, accompanied by Prime Minister Liu Quli, visited the Moon Mountain and named Wang Jian, the general of Qin Dynasty, as the god of frequent mountains. Up to now, there is a stone hall of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty on the top of the mountain. Wang Jian's hometown is more than ten miles away from my village.
Yu Xin (513-581), a writer in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, wrote Ming Yue Shan Ming: "The bamboo pavilion is a symbol of Yue, and it faces emptiness on all sides; The mountain is in danger, and the leaves fall into the window. Look at the flute on the eaves and listen to the trees; Wind gives birth to caves, and clouds give birth to mountain roots. Frost howls at cranes, and apes sing in autumn night; The dike beam is like a weir, and the wild road doubts the village. Under the boat, the tree is sandwiched in Jinmen; Ning Shuhua Gai, knowing Taoyuan? " At the end of the Jin Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the poet Pang Zhiming swam to the Wang Jian Temple at the top of the Moon Mountain and wrote a poem "Watching the Frequency Mountain": "Suddenly, the victory and defeat entered the Frequency Mountain, and the historical site pine trees circled the painting. It's really a leisure time to cultivate here as a picture. "
Yujing Mountain, also a famous mountain in Weibei, echoes the things of Mingyue Mountain. In the late Ming and early Qing Dynasty, ingram micro, a famous man in Fuping, was a genius who was fond of ancient poems and was not happy to enter. He described Yujing Mountain as follows: "There are two doors hanging high in the jade mirror, and a water dish flows twelve times. Mingyue Temple in the west of Wind Tunnel Ridge, and Tianshan Mountain is on the sun and star waves. Who cherishes the flowers and plants in the old palace in spring, and the wall is cut and the clouds are idle. There are still traces of the monarch and his ministers in troubled times, and the people point to the class. " One of them, Mingyue Temple, indicates the Wang Jian Temple on the top of the moon.
Shunyang River, called "Frequency River" in ancient times, is located in the canyon between these two mountains, and flows out from north to south. Under the cliff of my village, the rushing river collided with a mountain extending into the valley in the south, turned west, went out of the mountain pass in the south, and slowly flowed down into the Weibei Plain, which was gradually low from north to south. This valley, which is dozens of miles long, is called "Zhao Laoyu". According to the historical records, Zhao Lao was an imperial clan in the Northern Song Dynasty, with no name. He became the mountain master himself, and he finally became a hermit in the south, fully understanding Zen Buddhism. During the Tianshun period in Ming Yingzong, Fuping was chosen as the place to live on the top of Frequency Mountain (now Mingyue Mountain), where herbs were collected to help the world and Dani was refined for longevity. There were often two tigers in the mountain. Zhao Lao's wonderful hands bring spring, and those who win will recover. After the death, the body remained in the valley, and later generations called this valley "Zhao Laoyu". At the end of Ming Dynasty and the beginning of Qing Dynasty, Li Yindu, a great scholar, said: Zhao Lao and Sun Zhenren were in Yamanoe at the same time, and every time they were treated with a resident, they went by tiger. He also wrote a poem: "I went to pick up the elm in the south of the mountain, and Zhao Lao went to the wilderness to avoid the city." Behind the elbow, you can hide the text and benefit things. In high autumn, you can ride a tiger and move your beard. " Zhao Lao also left a poem entitled "The Moon Mountain": "The moon is bright and the breeze is good for meditation, so don't be willing to walk the mountains and rivers. If you don't go home in this life, you will meet people for tens of thousands of years. " Twenty miles north of the valley along the river in my village, there is an earthen bridge connecting the banks of Shunyang River, where tigers often haunt, and it is called "Tiger Bridge". According to the hydrological map in Gufuping County annals, the source of Shunyang River should be in the yintai district area of Tongchuan today, flowing through Fuping County from north to south, merging with Shichuan River at the junction of Liugu and Yanliang in Fuping today, and finally flowing into Weihe River.
It can be seen that hundreds of years ago, tigers and leopards roamed here, wolves roamed the wild mountains and Luming Literature apes sang. It is no joke for the old people in the village to go boating along the Yanghe River.
Er
The old village just entered the mountain pass of Zhao Laoyu. People outside the mountain called my village "Yuli". The old village, which lives on the north bank of the river, is a slightly flat terrace. The only link between the mountain village and the outside world is a winding path from the bottom of the river. Straight up the hillside behind the village, you reach a hill with a discontinuous bluestone platform on it. On the huge slate, there is a deep pit like a horseshoe. In the myths and legends of the village people, it was a golden wife sitting in a carriage, jumping out of the Chefuyu across the river and falling straight on this hill, and the horseshoe went deep into the bluestone slab, leaving this pit. The water in the pit, with grass, is still vivid. At that time, there was a huge locust tree on the edge of the cliff, with bare roots and intertwined roots. If the dragon claws were in the air, they would practice dancing. The crown of the tree stretched out to the sky and looked up at the valley. In the summer afternoon, the villagers enjoy the cool under the trees and bathe in the Hazama jade River. There are often snakes with black and white seals, which climb out of the hollow tree and vomit flaming letters and swim among the branches. The elder said, that's God, don't disturb. A big tree is the secret history of a village, and this big locust tree is also a symbol of immigration. According to the old man, during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, villagers immigrated here from the big locust tree in Hongdong, Shanxi. Is it the arrangement of the government to choose here to take root? Or is it the choice of the village people? There is no way to know, and there is no record. Later, a stone with stained soil was accidentally dug up from Lingpo Mountain behind the village, which turned out to be the tombstone of Chu Shi, the ancestor of our village. From the vague inscription, we can know that the ancestor was an immigrant from Hongdong, Shanxi Province in the second year of Daming Hongwu. So far, it has been a legend for hundreds of years, so we can prove it. Entering the village by the road on the river slope, you first arrive at Dongchengmen, which is also the main entrance of the city. As far as I can remember, the city gate no longer exists, but outside the east gate, there is a pond that shines all the year round. A circle of tall willows was planted by the pool and a temple was built. From the temple gate, there are two halls, one large and one small, on the left and right sides, separated by a patio. The doors and windows of the hall are all in the style of A Dream of Red Mansions, and they are densely painted. When I was at school, I demolished the temple statues and turned them into classrooms, which became our "three pools mirroring the moon". Here, I spent my childish time in the first to third grades of primary school. The old village also had a wall, and now you can still vaguely see the ruins of the wall. In my vague memory, the city wall is not complete, intermittent, and there are people living in caves under the city wall. On the top of the city wall, four or five people can walk in parallel, but the grass is growing, which is the territory where my friends and I play hide and seek. There are four alleys in the city, east, west, north and south, which are narrow and dark. There are stone lions standing at the door of every family, which are powerful and powerful. The eaves are towering and the tiles are blue. The doors are painted in black, with a tiger head on each side above the two doors, and a huge knocker in each mouth of the tiger head, which is solemn and solemn; The steps are very high, all paved with thick blue strips. At a door in North Lane, a towering locust tree pierced the sky and stretched out from the top of the high city wall. Old crows often appeared in the crown of the tree, quacking and flying into the sky.
There are more than twenty families outside the city, called "people behind the city". They all live under the high cliff, drilling the cliff as a kiln, and people and animals live separately, and there are few houses. But there are many green trees, and jujube trees are lush on the back of the kiln. In late autumn, like stars, I compete with a group of urchins to pick food. Tiewa is tough and bold, but unfortunately, in the struggle with us, she fell off the cliff, her nose and mouth were bleeding, and she lay on her back in front of Grandpa Four's kiln under the cliff, unconscious. I was in a panic with the children, and was caught by grandpa four, who stripped us a bunch of children's pants, pulled out a little finger-like penis and forced us to pee. Tiewa drank our boy's urine and saved her life.
More than forty years ago, there was only a chicken intestines-like path, which ran along the eastern hillside of the village, from the lower reaches of Shunyang River or winding up the hillside, or meandered into the valley. Zhao Laoyu, which stretches straight into the nine bends and eighteen bends, passes through more than forty miles and enters the boundary of Tongchuan in a place called Shierpan, where Jin Huashan produces coal. People in these plain areas south of my village have to carry all the coal for their lives by this road. On this road, there are people leading mules and horses to carry charcoal, either alone or in groups. The high-pitched and hoarse sour tune is old-fashioned, tearing the face of the man covered with coal ash without scruple. A group of crows and wild pigeons jumped out of the dark hole in the half cliff, crossed an arc in the blue sky and disappeared in the dark cypress forest on the top of the mountain.
Dongpo is naturally on the east bank of the river. Along the hillside, there is a large cypress forest, which later became the forest farm of the production team. It is said that in Song and Yuan Dynasties, Cologne Su, the leader of Wu Gu, was killed in the battlefield, and the Song people admired the bravery and tenacity of General Wu. He was buried in the cypress forest of Dongpo with a thick coffin of nanmu, and the tomb without words and monuments was no different from the surrounding area, so there was no way to verify the specific location of General Wu's soul. It was just a black crow in the cypress forest, which seemed to be screaming with a knife when it took off.
Shunyang River exits the mountain pass and divides into two lanes. The mainstream goes straight south, and a small tributary turns southeast, becoming a seasonal river. At the fork of the two waters, a small delta is formed, and there is a village called "Wanli", which is only three miles away from my village. On the bank of this fork, archaeologists have unearthed stone axes and knives ground in the Neolithic age.
Things are changing, and the birth and reproduction of life are always inseparable from mountains and water. The masculinity of the mountain and the femininity of the water are the father and mother of life. I think, any river is explaining the extension and greatness of life. The river at the foot of my mountain, though unknown, is the same.
I asked my mother where I came from. Mother said, I fished it from the river. I said how could there be me in the river? My mother said that it was washed down by the flood of Shunyang River. I said that the water in the river was not big, so how could people be washed down? My mother said, there is usually no such thing. In July and August, when there were mountains and rivers in the river, children rushed down. People who needed children would take a hedge in their hands and wade to pick it up.
In the summer season, when the mountains and rivers are growing, I often stand on the edge of the cliff, listening to the roar of turbid waves and seeing the dark brown head, such as black Zaocys flapping on both sides of the river. My childhood friends, like me, also hope that new playmates will appear in the water. Many years passed, but no one appeared in the river. When I grow up, I don't ask anymore, but I often stand under the big locust tree on the bank of the river and think: Where is the source of this river? Where does it flow? How far is Nanshan in the distance from here?
So, in my young mind, many questions about the origin of this village where I was born, about this river, about this mountain, about life, were born in ignorance on the riverside of this mountain village.
San
Dianzi, the name of the new village, is in the east of the mountain pass, which is the only way out of the mountain, and it is also a slightly gentle platform where the mountain beams of Yujing Mountain extend westward into the Shunyang River. The name of this mountain ridge is Nanliang, which should be the statement of the old village people relative to their own living position. Looking from the shop to the south, it suddenly became clear. In sunny weather, the outline of Nanshan, like an enthusiastic iron beast ridge, jumped in the distance. The South Mountain that old people often say, I know, is the Qinling Mountains.
The name of the shop is due to the existence of an inn on this charcoal road. The name of the store is so hard to test, and it may even be nameless and wordless. Now behind the new village, under a cliff, the cave cave collapsed on both sides, which was the inn of that year. The traces of smoky fire on the top of the cave, under the leaves of weeds, are telling the story of people carrying charcoal. In the era of banditry, people who dare to live and earn money here, I think, are neither bandits nor good citizens, and ordinary people dare not live here.
In 1966, the rumble of guns sounded in the mountains, and a highway planned by the province was planned to cross the mountain pass and connect Fuping and Tongchuan. On the basis of the original road into the mountains to carry charcoal, this highway was bridged along the river, leveled and widened, and named "Hongwei Road". The deputy county magistrate personally commanded, and every now and then, jeeps that people have never seen before will come to the headquarters, canvas tents will be set up in the shop, and the mountain people will see the big trucks pulling gravel for the first time. Ten years later, there were more cars on this road, and our children chased after the car to smell the fragrance of gasoline. The dust rolled up by the speeding car also brought the thoughts of the mountain people outside. After many years of liberation, the society is relatively stable, and there are no more bandits who cross the horse with knives and plunder women. There are several families in the shop. Because of the increase in grade and number of students, the classroom made by Yemiao could not meet the needs, so the temple was demolished and a new school was built in the shop. Students from our old village, together with children from other production teams, went to the shop to go to primary school.
Because this road named "Hongwei" runs through it, the store has become a hub connecting the mountains and the outside. Although Dianzi is a stone foundation and lacks the deep yellow clay layer of the old village, it has convenient transportation and is much easier to travel than the old village, so the new Zhuang base is in Dianzi Village. The sons separated from the old village began to face their parents across the river. Since the road was built, along the cliff on the east side of the road, a row of new zhuangji has been extended from north to south in a neat and orderly manner, and tung trees and willow trees have been planted at the door of every house. These trees have grown together with their new homes.
There used to be forty or fifty families in the old village. In the following decades, Dianzi Village grew from scratch, from one or two families to eighty or ninety families, but there were only more than ten families left in the old village. The heads of some of the earliest families have been grandfathers, and many of their parents have been buried on the hillside above the old village. Those graves were covered with clumps of ephedra, and the dark green cypress trees stood on the hillside like vigils. Occasionally, beautiful pheasants and gray-yellow rabbits will fly out of the grass in the grave, all of which are telling the desolation and silence of the old village.
The number of people in the new village has increased. Shops have also been opened on the side of the highway, and they have grown from one to three or four. With the dust on the road, pop songs or high-pitched Qin opera are played on the stereo. At the door of the store, there are always people sitting in the sun or enjoying the cool and eating watermelons from the melon stalls.
Actually, my father has a chance to live in a new village. Seven or six years ago, my father and his uncle were huddled in the old house under the cliff behind the old village town. My mother repeatedly encouraged my father to live in the shop, which made it easier for my brother and I to go to school, but my father didn't agree. Most of the land was on the old village side, so it was inconvenient to farm. My mother later said that the root cause of my father's disagreement was that he was too far away from my mother-in-law, and he could not rest assured. In this way, our family has been in the old village, and it is very inconvenient for me to go to school. When mountain torrents broke out in summer, the river was difficult to cross, so the teacher found a wider water surface where the water was gentle. I held hands with other students and didn't dare to relax. The teacher held hands in the middle to take care of it, so his feet couldn't be lifted high, and he had to move against the gravel at the bottom of the river. If he lifted it high, one foot could not be supported and might be washed down by the water. Eyes can't look at your feet, look straight at the other side of the river, or you will fall dizzy. This is only when the river reaches your knees. If the water is too big, you can't cross it. You can only wait until the water level drops, so you envy the children who live in the new village.
Since then, such envy has been pervasive.