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Precious hometown information - excerpted from "Reminiscences of Jiaolong Mountain" by Zhang Xinjie

Looking at Jiaolong Mountain from a distance in 2006 (photography by Jiao Zidong)

This should be the earliest photo of Jiaolong Mountain and Yihe River. At that time, the Yishui water was clear, the beaches were golden, and Jiaolong Mountain was still tall and handsome.

In the twenty-sixth year of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, Hege, the governor of Ruian County in Zhejiang Province, who was appointed as the magistrate of Yizhou, mentioned in "Review on River Governance" that "there are two difficulties in governing Yizhou: one is the narrow pass in the stone ditch, and the other is the narrow pass in the river. Miaoshan... Above Miaoshan, there is the old road from Ma'erwan to Wuzhanggou and Lutang to the lakes, which is also the trace of Yiyi... The foothills of Miaoshan are high and narrow, and the river flows to Maerwan. Enter Wuzhanggou and cross Tan's Horse Head to leave Suqian." There are only five "temple mountains" in this article, which is enough to prove the prosperity of temple mountains. Firstly, it shows that since Dayu's flood control, all dynasties have regarded Miaoshan as the focus of flood control; secondly, the name of Miaoshan originated before the Ming Dynasty; thirdly, the only Jiaolong Mountain within a few hundred miles can be named after a temple, which can be circumstantially proved. The temple is very early and full of incense.

The "Linyi County Chronicle" compiled in the 5th year of the Republic of China records: Jiaolong Mountain, a temple mountain, goes eighty miles from the city. It starts from Wenchang and Wenqu Mountains (Huangshan Cliff Mountains) in northern Yi, and passes through The river collapsed and flooded, forming a small earth mountain in the east of Yidong. Then it starts from this mountain in the south. From here, the Yishui River meanders and flows southwest, encircling two sides. The mountains are small and beautiful, and the west side is steep. At the top is the Jade Emperor Temple. There is a spring in the temple called Longyan Spring. During the years of Xianfeng and Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty, the native people took refuge and tens of thousands of people lived in the mountains.

The "Tancheng County Chronicle" revised in 2001 stated: Miaoshan is a branch of Mengshan Mountain. It is a solitary mountain, running north to south, with a height of 109 meters. The mountain area is 0.78 square kilometers. The mountain body is steep in the west and steep in the east, and high in the north and south. It is low, pure limestone, and the Jade Emperor Temple was originally located on the top of the mountain, hence its name. It is also called Jiaolong Mountain because of the Longyan Spring at the top. At that time, the green shade in the mountains blocked out the sun, and the jujubes produced were of good color and taste, especially of the highest quality. Until the 1960s, trees were still growing and the vegetation was in good condition. Since the County Water Conservancy Bureau built a cement factory on the southern slope of Shandong in 1970, it has caused serious damage to the forest and mountains.

From these historical records, we can see the past glory of Jiaolong Mountain and its status in the hearts of the people. There are springs, ancient temples, incense and gods on the mountain. It is also a refuge for people from ten miles and eight towns around.

? "Jiaolong Mountain is ten thousand feet high, and it's so tall that it's so tall." This is a folk song spread in our Miaoshan area, and it is also a story that my grandfather and grandmother often told me when I was a child. At that time, the mountain, with its Jade Emperor Peak and many jujube trees, was a mythical mountain in my heart. It stored my childhood happiness and endless memories.

I have not seen the Jade Emperor Temple, Longbi Spring or the footprints of Erlang God on the mountain, but the old people's piety to the gods has been deeply rooted in their hearts and transformed into gratitude and pride for this land.

Since there is a lot of grass and few crops on the mountain, we can play without worrying about the sheep eating the crops. On sunny days, I pick jujubes and wild grapes, catch grasshoppers, simmer sweet potatoes and roast beans to eat, dig out yellow mud and throw toys. On rainy days, we catch buffaloes and scavenge their skins. Mountain water buffalo is fat and delicious, but there is a kind of big grasshopper called Dengdaishan that we dare not eat because adults say it is poisonous. Dengdaishan is very big and can grab rocks several times larger than it. I haven't seen it in many years. I usually like to search for traces of history at the Jade Emperor Temple ruins on the top of the mountain. At that time, the foundation of the main hall still existed, as did the stage. Jujube trees as thick as a bowl grew lazily on the mountainside, and pheasants flying from time to time and darting hares could still bring a glimmer of life.

An old man herding sheep at the north end of the mountain was very talkative. He told me what the old temple looked like, where the Dragon's Nose Spring was, and how there was a ginkgo tree several arms thick in the temple, as well as the name of the An old monk from the sea who is good at playing the flute... He talked about it in detail, I'm afraid I can't remember it, and kept repeating it over and over again: There are fewer and fewer young people who care about this. The old man wants to pass on these stories and let us remember this mountain. I gradually started to pay attention to this information and took it as a responsibility.

There are many ancient tombs on the mountain, mostly Han tombs. There are also stone carvings of Han portraits in the large tombs. In places with good Feng Shui, there are even tombs with two or three floors.

Many half-liang coins, five-baht coins, bronze mirrors, swords, clay figurines, clay pots, etc. were unearthed.

There are several stone tablets on the mountain that are very impressive. One is in the north of the old lime kiln in Shanxi. It was the government that decided the dispute over the quarrying boundary between the first two families in the south of Shanxi. I forgot the specific time. Unfortunately, I couldn't copy the inscription on it. One is on Beishan, where my uncle and I were breaking stones together. It is the tombstone of the Cao family in my village. It was smashed by a second uncle of my family and sold for stones. There is also a piece of land at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, which is the imperial edict monument of Yang family during the Kangxi period at the north end of the mountain. That piece of land is also called the big monument. Unfortunately, it was also destroyed around 1995.

In the past decade or so, the mountain has been rapidly hollowed out by the rapid development of the times. Even ancient tombs, ancestral graves and even the bones of ancestors dating back thousands of years have been processed into building materials and irrigated. In a high-rise building. What was once a high mountain has become a bottomless pond, like a huge scar that is still spreading, hurting millions of eyes around it every day. The huge wealth did not bring peace to the villagers, but also disrupted the tranquility and simplicity of the small village. People often lament that they dug out the backbone of the mountain with excavators and deflated the breasts of the river with sand-drinking boats, leaving the gods with no place to stay. Can the gods still bless them?

The development of society has indeed destroyed the environment and sacrificed ecology, but human civilization should not regress, and we must have a sense of awe. We cannot resent the changes of the times. We should treat social development with a rational attitude, put down our hands of killing the natural ecology, be kind to the existing plants, trees, ditches and bumps, and leave something beautiful for our descendants. Our mountain is gone, and there is only a little bit of soil slope left. We really can’t destroy it anymore. Let’s leave some traces for future generations! Our temple is gone, but we can no longer lose our respect, lest future generations scold our generation as ignorant and barbaric. Our lives may not be considered a wave in the long river of history, but the mountains and rivers of our hometown will still show up in our dreams.

gt; Finally, I saw that some villagers were writing about my hometown, and I couldn’t help crying.

Finally, seeing the precious historical materials and photos of my hometown, I couldn’t help but be ecstatic.

Finally, I saw that many villagers were spontaneously sorting out the appearance, allusions, and legends of their villages and mountains, and I couldn't help but sing.

In today's rural mountains, the mountains have passed away and the legends have disappeared. There are fewer and fewer old people who know about the scenes in their hometowns, and fewer and fewer young people who care about these things. When I saw the countryside and mountains written by Teacher Zhang Xinjie in the article, they were exactly the same as in my memory, and I burst into tears several times. The Jade Emperor Temple, the Erlang God, the mountain buffaloes, and the quarrying pond, these will always be engraved in the memory of our generation. It is also the common responsibility of our generation to sort out and pass on these legends and history.

I will still do my best to sing about my hometown on the Internet, and I will also do my best to find lost information about my hometown and find lost legends and allusions about my hometown. I hope to find like-minded fellow villagers to write about my hometown together, and I also hope they can find me. I hope that more villagers will pick up the pen and write about our beautiful hometown, the elegance of our hometown, our attachment to our hometown and mountains, the changes of the times, and the changes in our hometown.

The long-lasting love of hometown and pure heart. I left my hometown since I was a child, and my hometown is unforgettable. Wandering outside, like a tree without roots, dreaming back every night, the mountains, waters, and villages are nothing but three words: "Dongli Garden". If there are any literary friends who pass by and know "Dongliyuan" village and "Miaoshan", please leave a message. Thank you very much if you can get information from fellow villagers and local news!