If Xiangxi is a beautiful crown, Phoenix is the undisputed pearl in the crown. Let me appreciate those words that read well, starting with Shen Congwen. For more than ten years, Phoenix has always been a dream in my heart. How many times I want to get close to it, but I can't travel far for a long time. I am both strange and familiar with Phoenix. Phoenix is located in the border town, so it is naturally unfamiliar. I am familiar with it because Shen Congwen's words have given me countless imaginations about Xiangxi. Phoenix seems to be my hometown many years ago. I am familiar with everything here: the clear water of the Tuojiang River, the diaojiao building on the shore, the ships coming and going in the Hongjiang River, the passionate sailors, the white-faced women and the marching soldiers. ...
Walking through the ancient city in the autumn rain, looking for the phoenix impression in my dream. Slate street at the foot and tile brick wall at the head. As simple as ever, as elegant as ever. As soon as the water arrived in Phoenix, I was so drunk that I forgot to hurry. Today, Phoenix can still distinguish the old appearance of Mr. Wang's works: "The ancient city of Phoenix stretches in the depths of Wuling Mountain, built on the mountain, surrounded by stone walls, bordering on Tuojiang River, surrounded by mountains and rivers." The East Gate and North Gate towers left in the Ming and Qing Dynasties are connected with half of the city walls and surrounded by mountains, and the momentum is still there. "When the familiar scenery hits my face, my soul will be quiet for a moment, and the pursuit in my dream and the contract in my heart will be compounded at this moment.
On both sides of the street are two or three-story old houses with wooden structures. These houses have been weathered for many years. The diaojiao building was built by the river and the house was moved to the river. The stake is directly inserted into the bottom of the river to support the weight of the back room of the house. I vaguely heard a woman singing "Lang Shi Jue". Although the tune is rough, the sound quality is clear and round. On the dock by the river, there are many people with wishing lights, and all kinds of paper boats float on the river, flying their wishes with the current. Next to it are endless booths and tourists who buy silver ornaments and batik blue cloth.
Looking for a back alley, the voice of empty feet is ringing in my heart, so warm and long, with some beautiful sadness in kindness, as if recreating the years when Mr. Wang was exiled. Shen Congwen's former residence is in Dongying Street in the old city, where Mr. Shen Congwen lived until he was 15 years old. For the next six years, he has been running around with the team in various counties in western Hunan, reading a big "book". At an early age, I started from here, went out of Hunan along the river, and went from the border town to Kyoto. Who would have thought that a generation of literary masters would be frightened by tall former students? ! This "countryman", his life is slowly flowing along the track of "a soldier is either killed in the battlefield or returned to his hometown".
Mr. Wang once said that it was the water in his hometown that gave him flowing but not solidified feelings. After reading Shen Congwen countless times, there are only four words that have the deepest feelings: blue waves. Look at it once and be stupid once. No one is more clear-headed than him, and no one is more affectionate than his pen. "I have crossed bridges in many places, seen clouds many times and drunk many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person at the right age." Opening the book he carried with him, Mr. Wang sat on the boat and looked at the retreating mountains on both sides and the clear water beside the boat alone. The rain is as thin as a serenade, and the fingers of sadness and vicissitudes are telling: Sansan, I miss you while watching the water on the boat ... This kind of love will never grow old in time and in the world.
The rustling autumn rain can't stop tourists, but one person holds up a city. Did the phoenix create Shen Congwen, or did Shen Congwen create the phoenix? Phoenix is not a real tourist city, but more like a spiritual home. People only come for Shen Congwen. British Prime Minister Winston Churchill famously said, "Britain would rather lose all India than lose a Shakespeare." A city without culture is a rogue city. I think Teacher Lai is willing to make a business card for my beloved hometown.
Like a dancing ribbon, the Tuojiang River passes through the city, with Jiangnan as the inner city, Jiangbei as the outer city, Hongqiao lying on the Tuojiang River and green hills on both sides. On Tingtao Mountain, Mr. Wang is resting on the Tuojiang River, paying attention to his phoenix. Few people can be as simple as Mr. Wang. A stone is a monument, with Mr. Wang's handwriting on the front: I can understand "I" according to my thinking; According to my thinking, I can know people. The inscription on the back was written by his wife's sister Zhang Chonghe: uncompromising, wishful thinking; Kindness also allows that the child is a man. Rough life and extraordinary achievements are all said in a few words. After 70 years of wandering, Mr. Wang finally sleeps in his hometown.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the rain can't wash away, and the birds turn around and come with the wind. Fishing boats in the river, birds singing in the mountains, smoke curling on the shore, laughter ringing on the bridge ... This phoenix belongs only to Mr. Wang, and we are all passers-by.