Pingyao .2003
Ray of winter sunlight through the silence from the dust, through the history of the tower, Diaolan, peeling of the pane and the fouling layers of carved lintels, according to the gray brick courtyard in the wide, hoary Qiu Jin and the guhuai me. The north in winter should be cold, but the sun was so clear, people can not help but forgotten purely seasonal character. Guhuai no one leaves, standing there, dry, quiet, strange, huge front of clouds and the blue sky, not the least bit of life in sight. But it is said that standing a thousand years it has undergone numerous this winter and the cool breeze of summer Relax the moonlight, and the countless lightning strikes so that its trunk deformation, long years to make it completely off the bark, full is a crack Zonghei body extending toward the sky, dry branches, quietly, and a motionless and years emerge as a contender. At a time when thin clouds in the northern Tianshu midday, only the sun, me, and this temple.
This small temple is located in the northeast of Pingyao, called the town of Temple, for our country's oldest wooden structures, one of its founding age-old land can not be verified, in the North Han rebuilt, Jiaqing when the town changed its name to Temple. Temple pattern of righteousness neat, courtyards clean open, guhuai, dead wood, blue bricks, broken tiles, old paintings, residual plastic, 4,000 square meters constitute the complete picture of the town of Temple. Quiet, the quiet of a suffocating, and revel in the slowly spread across time and space by a mysterious kind of created a quiet quietly spread. Air in 4 weeks but did not taste, the flowing and the sound the wind, sun did not heat the head, the heart beating but there is no gravity. The wind, rain, voice, as birds, animals, ran the sound, insects, call and voice, the voices of distant faint stir of life .... These are not, in the midday sunlight, this large buildings or even each part of the cast no shadow. However, in this quiet in there is a real voice in flowing --- It is time to sound. What Time is sound? I can not delegate it to record to you, nor can it turn to text to show you various barely described, and perhaps some of Mu with the genial spring him Chu Shui in streams in the wet and long sleeves with plenty of rustic real bar. In fact, two days later go to Taiyuan jinci also very good, historical relics will be cloth, flavor vicissitudes. But Jinci too big, too famous, too many people, sound, rubbish bins, kiosks and radio, make it difficult to integrate into their God. Communication and history across the glass-like conversation, we saw the people and not hear his voice. A small town of Temple, but smaller ones have advantages. It is so old that all is not well known, too isolated, there was no popularity, only a tricycle or a car from Pingyao can be reached by roads in poor condition, a lot of money, so long as the entire temple throughout both me and my friends. Disadvantages are also the largest merit and that there are all these inconveniences, so that the town of Temple to keep the beauty of its Qianhua wash without the need for coins, bow down for the visitors to sell laugh. In comparison, Jinci decline of the aristocracy as the seat width of Hospitals and the town house cents Temple is like deep forests of the former government left disabilities, a kind of unwilling to drop the aloof from worldly affairs, and Yu statue moved out of the pedantic. I have lived in the town of Pingyao, when Temple is astonishing glimpse of the seductive, the charm of travel in this design is often outside the pass by, leaving behind the most difficult to forget the layers of ripples.
People always want to seize what what out for each person, this is the "what" are different, but that goes for the expected feelings of. The best place is looking forward to in life, everyone is looking forward to living in their dream. Every day we are all like in the alive but imprecise experience of "alive." Over the past every day is like a dream, have no credentials, not a dream and sometimes even more exciting and memorable. Sometimes one would like to Meng, should I really have spent so many days months and Mody? There are 24 hours a day, there should be many things remain in memory, small fishes, however another disappointing poor memory. Child coveted Century egg, boiled eggs, poached, boiled eggs, eggs Dun Dan; 30 at various smell wafts through the hot kitchen, poplar branches drawn on a cold refreshing and high in the spine the pain of cheating was caught in despair, since the bonfire emit the sweet smell of the Fan Services Department, the snow after a messy battle class homes, flirt ambiguous relationship Guyingzilian the prime years ... ... everything's gone unnoticed, fragmented memories from time to time float sometimes sink in, in such a northern blue skies of the day, stands in the temple of the thousand years of quiet, in this piece air dry and lonely, on the years of emotion and Lenovo as slowly as the noise attributable to the theater silence of ups and downs of life, coordinate changes in the heating and cooling flashy bits and pieces, desires disappointed complex network lines in the pure space bridge the trace, leaving the hearts of ordinary stars like the crescent moon in the lake freezes, it seems quiet to the pole, but also in the quiet hidden under the surface of a steady stream of vitality, life at this moment is really a beautiful sight. Life in the end what is it? The last time forever passed, is also taking place in an instant into a past, vanished. Life in the end what is it? An animal can not be fully aware of their own end, we may only want a little quiet, learn to give up in, we may be able to get a little quiet.
City is too unrest, rural lonely, has in 2000 had just a good history of the city wall of Pingyao Qilingbaluo can repair worn out heart. Like reef is bound to be riddled with problems, the pebble is bound to be sleek and meticulous, as the earth gave birth to us, environmental determinism us. For all the efforts we have done but that is only to adapt to the environment around, and when efforts to become a habitual goal of gradually diluted after the final and never disappeared. We live for the joy or praise, or as a species, a continuation of it instinctively multiply by its own? We live for lofty ideals it is still trying to erase tiny individual labels? We are busy due to survival or to experience only in busy survive? Doubt continue to float out of the water from each other surrounded rushing toward us, but also each hold a delegation to 11 sink in, as if a long voyage of the ice, with cold and warm seasons, production, ablation, changes, ups and downs, and sometimes we were able to escape the Sometimes we are able to solve, and sometimes they constitute a disaster, but day after day the same old face constant.
Pingyao County, Shanxi Province in 1725, is today modern songs and dances on the beach shiny. Ticket number, Biaoju, inns, Fan Zhuang, Xian Ya, temples ... .. shop adjacent to, Yourenruzhi a mere 420,000 people, 1260 square kilometers of Pingyao, in the short span of 100 years, sudden emergence of the late Ming and early Qing China and China to become the financial and trade center. World property, there are nine of 10 from Shanxi, so, on Pingyao to Sheng. Wealthy nobility Xiangche high A beautiful daughter ... ... when we spend as much as Loulan Canbi faced with the dry cold, unable to imagine its past is so brilliant it, but the glory had not been dead Pingyao city walls to make it free from war, rapid degradation in the 21st century of chaos and the lure of the city like a crust, safe, warm, self-sufficiency. We went to Egypt, Rome and Cambodia Pu Village, paying respects to the great cultural wreckage, listening to the silence of the ruins, sitting watching the sunset's beauty, pay homage to the demise of the epic. Pingyao not have these. Surprisingly, Pingyao is that it's ancient civilization in a form of Jurassic Park Chu display in front of us, just like a pterosaur in the bushes saw her child in the same incubation incredible and true. Pingyao in this small place, as if forgotten by history's wheel, and the rhythm of its own pendulum repeated day after day dedicated to the simple life, one we experience a thousand years and is now dying of life, a We have pride in the fear that is now abandoned less than life, a kind of plant as close to the earth's primordial life.
A rickshaw in the narrow streets of Pingyao turned east, west channeling, icy slope stepped on the mouth moments, the carrying guests to the destination. But walking is a better way, since the city Huangdao west, south four gates at most 15,20 minutes after dinner every day of our pastime. Another one memorable dinner time. Four or five square table in a small hotel where we lived in the Ming and Qing inn, Yi Xian cotton curtain, warmth rushing toward us. Red Candle in dark warm bowl of Pingyao in Yingyingchuochao slightly sweet taste of local rice wine, cut a Cixi praise Pingyao beef, daily change with different specialties: roast grandmother, Shuijian Bao, Orecchiette , bowl off, bovine lumbar spinal ... ... Zheng elegant flowing, slipped across the front wall of the Qing Dynasty bronze mirror in a pale woman, slipped across the front corner of the dense green wall of bamboo, rolls over 23 tables of different skin color, geographical, cultural tourists , glide hollow Pingyao blue and white porcelain disk of hot snacks .... a meal while away slowly, do not remember how long to eat and talk something. The door is becoming more night streets, shops one by one lights-out play pretend, in turn nailed the door, people on foot or bicycle divergent from the home, sprinkle in the absence of moonlight, street lights and the high walls, some black unpredictable . 2000 m north and south out what it is built in the Western Zhou period Xuanwang old walls, rammed earth or in the foot of the wall is still left blood and sweat of slaves, and then east, 94 kilometers, is the Jin Chong Er had ruled the capital again east 616 kilometers, the once mighty Teruhiro majestic Forbidden City ... .. yesterday's incredible life of the distant, diaphragm Manasarovar, what is my dream traveled Pingyao, or in Pingyao I did dream of it a sea glitz ? Only time to continue to elegant to precipitation, will be lazy, and generous gift of this land, this people.
Author: eliao
