Today’s tourists who go to Danfengdihua are actually going there for the writer Jia Ping’a. Dihua is the hometown of teacher Jia Pingwa.

Teacher Jia Pingwa said: In the southeast of Shaanxi, walking down the Danjiang River, at the junction of Danfeng County and Shang County, there is a village called Dihua Street, which is my hometown. I was born there and grew up there until I was nineteen.

Before I was nineteen years old, I had never walked outside the thirty-mile radius of Dihua Street. I wore straw sandals and kept a hijab. Except when I went to school, I often carried rice milled to the North and South Mountains to exchange for other people’s grain. and potatoes, they asked “where?” I said: "They are from Dihua Street!"

The flowers in the foreground of the picture are actually fake. On the day we visited Dihua Ancient Town, the Spring Festival had just passed and the flowers had not yet bloomed. However, Dihua Ancient Town is indeed named after the abundance of Ditang flowers.

In ancient times, Dihua Town was naturally famous. After all, it was an important stop on the ancient Shang-Yu Road that “connected Qin and Jin in the north and Wu and Chu in the south.” But today it is home to Jia Pingwa Literature Museum, Jia Pingwa's old house is even more famous.

The former residence of Teacher Jia Pingwa is located in the Dihua Ancient Town Scenic Area. After entering the scenic spot, follow the signs and you can find "Pingwa' Old Home", whose English name is "Pingwa' Old Home".

What would we expect from an old house owned by a writer? Do we want it to remain the same as it was decades ago, or do we want to see what we imagine in our hearts?

Starting from the northeast entrance of the scenic spot, passing the tourist service center, and going to visit the Pingwa old house, you must first pass by the Jia Pingwa Literature Museum.

At the entrance of Jia Pingwa Literature Museum, there is a high wall with large satin copper wall sculptures. At the end of the sculpture is a statue of Jia Pingwa sitting at the table smoking a cigarette. The rest are bookshelves, and the bookshelves are full of various works published by teacher Jia Pingwa.

At a glance, there are novels "Abandoned Capital", "Missing the Wolf", "Shangzhou", "Qin Opera", "Love Tribulation", "Zhouhe", "Gao Laozhuang", and a collection of essays "Trace of Love" "Be a Free Person", "Moon Traces", "Speak"...

In the Jia Pingwa Literature Museum, Mr. Jia's books, paintings, calligraphy and other works are displayed. The books in front of me are all the early works of Teacher Jia Pingwa. Among them, my favorite is "The First Record of Shangzhou". I always feel that there is a fairy spirit in it.

In the novel, I have read Teacher Jia Pingwa's "Yamamoto", and after reading it I wrote the following sentences:

Dozens of people, hundreds of people, are all first alive, and then dead again at the end. The 500,000-600,000-word novel has no chapters or love stories. It just keeps telling the story of this group of people. After reading every sentence, it is like a picture, vividly before your eyes.

After passing the Jia Pingwa Literature Museum, walking further in is the Pingwa Old House. For those who come to Dihua for tourism, their purpose is very clear, which is to see this old house and learn about its former owner.

Because in this old house, a shining star in the history of Chinese literature walked out, and the words written by this star illuminated the majestic Qinling Mountains.

In the yard outside the old house, there is a stone. This is the stone described in the famous essay "The Ugly Stone" by Jia Pingwa:

"I often regret the stone in front of my house. What about that ugly stone: it lies there black and looks like a cow; no one knows when it was left here, and no one pays attention to it."

"One day, it will be gone. An astronomer came to the village. He passed by my house and suddenly spotted this stone, and his eyes immediately straightened.

He stayed there without leaving. Later, many people came and said that this was a meteorite that had fallen from the sky for two or three hundred years and that it was a great thing. ”

“This surprised us all! This strange and ugly stone turns out to be from heaven! It patched up the sky, generated heat and flashed light in the sky. Our ancestors may have looked up to it, and it gave them light, yearning, and longing; but it fell, lying in the dirt and grass, where hundreds of people could see it. Years old? ! "

Lift your feet and walk in through the door in front of you. Inside is the old Pingwa house.

A very small number of friends will admit death and say that this is a newly built house and not the one where Teacher Jia Pingwa lived in the past. That old house. In other words, that’s not what it says in the book.

In fact, why should we be so serious? It’s always right for any Chinese family to repair their house as their living conditions improve. Right? If the Ping'ao old house really showed its true colors, it might not meet people's expectations!

After entering the gate and walking into the Ping'ao old house, the yard of this old house is quite good. Big.

There is a large tank in the middle of the yard. It is not surprising that every old house has such a large tank. I don’t know, the main purpose of placing the water tank is to provide convenience in case of fire. Get water to put out the fire. There is a clothesline above the water tank, and a flower quilt is drying on the rope.

Teacher Jia Pingwa is selling in a small room in Pingwa’s old house.

My colleague "Friend Y" bought a collection of Mr. Jia's early works. When he opened it and saw that it was a signed edition, he said happily, "I made a profit, I made a profit." I have few books, and I especially like the early Shangzhou series of essays, which have a strong flavor of Qinling.

The current Pingwa old house should indeed be newly built, but this does not prevent me from reading it. Here are quiet reflections and reveries:

No matter how great a writer is, he comes from such an ordinary family. Before becoming famous, all of us lived a simple and peaceful life. Whose life is different, three meals a day, four seasons throughout the year?

Teacher Jia Pingwa himself said: I don’t like many people, and I always feel lonely. Every time I sit in the high hall of my house, On the stone steps, looking at the white clouds on the top of the mountain in the distance, I couldn't stop my heartbeat. I didn't know what the clouds were and where they came from.

At the edge of the yard. There is also a meta-gemstone. If I read it correctly, this thing should be a unique tool used in ancient dyeing workshops to grind and finish dyed cloth. After writing this sentence, I always feel a little bit frightened. I hope I didn't say it. Wrong.

The time is 13:05, and the sun is shining on the window lattice. The style of the lattice strips is very complicated, and it is composed of several combinations, such as sub-character style, square style, Bu Bu Jin style...

The pattern on the window lattice is quite particular, but unfortunately judging from the color and workmanship, it is probably made recently, and it lacks a bit of antique charm.

Every brick and tile of the Ping'ao old house was obviously put into use when it was newly renovated. However, it is also a pity that I did not come here earlier to read the previous words. The scenes described in the work.

But it doesn’t matter if you think about it carefully. At least I have been here, seen what the old house looks like today, and learned that someone once wrote a lot of words here that I love to read.

This stone mill should probably be left over from before. When everything is easily damaged and lost, only stone components have long enough vitality.

I remembered that in "The Three-Body Problem", when it was said that human beings would eventually perish, after thinking about it, they found that only the most primitive method of carving words on stones could preserve information for hundreds of millions of years. time.

There is a well at the entrance of the old Ping'a house. The stone tablet next to the well reads: "Built in January 1982." After checking the literary chronology of Mr. Jia Pingwa, I found that this year Jia Pingwa was 30 years old and published a collection of essays "Moon Trails" and a collection of novels "Wild Fire Collection".

Among them, "Moon Trails" contains thirty-four essays, which is the first collection of essays by Jia Pingwa. This year, teacher Jia Pingwa's "Love and Affection" won the first literary creation award of "October" literary magazine, and "Mountain Town Nightclub" won the first Yuhua Award.

On the one hand, he is constantly winning awards, but on the other hand, he is full of controversy. Teacher Jia Pingwa said this in his creative self-report written at that time:

“I am waiting for the publication of batch after batch of works. Their explosions were waiting for praise from society, but what I received in response was criticism from critics!"

"Subsequently, rumors spread about me in the society. I wrote a lot. I paid to hire three or four people to provide plots and details. They said I had made a big mistake and was fired. They even said I had been demoted and driven out of the city. "

"I asked someone to draw a picture of Bodhidharma, determined to start from scratch, go deep into life, study life, devote myself to reading, and write in solitude. Therefore, I refused to participate in all meetings that made me stand out, avoided giving reports in literature workshops, and declined to attend some Receive the award at the newspaper creation awards ceremony."

After exiting Pingwa Old House and Jia Pingwa Literature Museum, two silver-haired old men were sitting on the stools at the door of the literature museum. The two old people were rosy-cheeked and full of energy. They were wearing thick cotton clothes and chatting happily while basking in the sunshine.

I didn’t listen carefully to what they were talking about. It was just about daily life or family issues. To tourists from other places, a famous writer in the history of Chinese literature was born here, but to these two old men, they were just ordinary villagers living here.

Teacher Jia Pingwa said in the postscript of "Qin Opera":

I have to return to my hometown during the holidays to attend the birthdays, weddings and funerals of my old relatives, to conduct housework, and to eat. At the banquet, as soon as I entered the streets of the village, the people in the village did not think highly of me as a writer. They just said: The fourth son of the Jia family is back!