We crowded into the crowd and strolled along the pedestrian street of Confucius Temple, casually rambling about while browsing the passing scenery without looking at it. In the night, people are everywhere, lights are everywhere, the windows are brightly lit, and the horns of shops are equally loud. Food from all over the world gathers here, forming a commercial food street that can be seen everywhere. In the newly-built antique buildings, we can clearly understand that all these are modern. But at occasional road signs and scenic spots, a long history will pop up, such as Wuyi Lane, or the former residence of a celebrity, or a simple archway. They are flickering, leaving only a little hazy handwriting or faint shadow, which makes people suddenly think of everything that happened here, and there may be a moment of trance in their hearts, but the next moment, the bustling excitement will be like waves, and all these emotions will be submerged in it.
When I went alone, in May of the following year, it was raining in the air, colorful umbrellas shuttled like flowers, and cruise ships wandered in Qinhuai River. The rain is dense and misty, and the lights fluctuate between the white walls and tiles. Scattered lights and water light, I walked through the streets by the river, and the wet blue bricks reflected lights everywhere. With the layers of blooming night, I visited the whole picture of Qinhuai almost undisturbed.
At first glance, there is indeed an ancient Qinhuai charm.
But on closer inspection, apart from what I saw with my own eyes, any nostalgia can only be a hypothesis, and the hypothesis of ancient Qinhuai is no exception. The vitality of water is always longer than that of bricks. At present, Qinhuai River has not been replaced by a new river. No matter how the surrounding scenery changes and people change from generation to generation, Qinhuai is still the same old cigarette. There are traces of the past in its breath, but it is not heavy, on the contrary, it is light. The heavy history only adds a charming artistic conception to it, just like goose feathers floating over it without any waves.
Rivers in poetry and prose are usually used to express the feelings of vast time and space and changing times. However, in the face of Qinhuai River, scholars seem to be more tolerant, giving up the description of its decline and decline, and always maintaining romantic affection. Poems and songs about Qinhuai River are always colorful and rare. Even the Peach Blossom Fan, which writes the feeling of rise and fall through the feeling of separation and reunion, gave up Qinhuai, where they first met, and set up a Taoist temple as a stage when Kong Jean and Li finally realized Taoism. The people in the story are experiencing their own hectic lives, while Qinhuai in the Six Dynasties will never change. It is still a young river, suitable for thinking and thinking, and can't stand such great vicissitudes. In the history of those floating feathers, it carried the original boat all the way down, playing and singing, and the music was like golden light.
On that trip, when I was eating in a roadside shop, I accidentally left my mobile phone in the shop. Fortunately, the clerk found it and stored it at the counter. Because of this carelessness, I had to go again early the next morning, but I accidentally photographed the Qinhuai River in the morning. In the slightly pale sky, the river seems to have just woken up, and the clouds are like dusty bird feathers. Qinhuai lost the ornament of the daytime lights, like a plain clothes beauty, but still lazy and romantic, showing more secular intimacy. The moment I saw her, I forgave myself for losing my mobile phone.
(Reprinted from: Yangquan News Network)