1. Memory composition left in the leisurely Gu Xiang
How deep is Gu Xiang, and how deep is the ancient charm.
who is it, holding a purplish oil-paper umbrella, crossing the sentimental rain lane and heading for the depths of the smoke, leaving only cloves floating in the rain and fog; Who is it, standing under the old eaves, leaning against the wooden door, staring at the depths of Gu Xiang, waiting for the beloved person, waiting until the flowers are all withered, waiting for people to be thinner than yellow flowers, looking at the autumn water, sitting alone, and finally not returning to people; Who is it, wandering in the long alley for a long time along the old dream of the past, trying to find some vague stories and time ... I don't know why I have such an unfathomable nostalgia complex and why I like those antique things so much? Ancient costumes, classical costumes, old buildings, old ancient towns and villages, old houses with white walls and black tiles, ancient city walls with black and white, Buddhist temples with upturned cornices, carved wooden windows with moss growing, stone arch bridges that stand tall in the wind, frost, snow and rain, deep courtyards with heavy doors and hidden doors, and, above all, long ancient alleys. Every time I walk into a long and secluded alley and walk on a smooth and secluded stone road, I always feel deja vu. I always feel that I have been here and lived, and I always feel that I have lost something valuable in the alley. There have been thousands of dreams of such ancient alleys, which are also true and illusory, confusing and confusing, and even after waking up, they are still immersed in such an illusory maze for a long time.
I think those deep and narrow ancient alleys must have left behind my past experiences and dreams, and must have carved extraordinary stories of my previous lives. Old dreams are unforgettable, and the past is vague. Therefore, every time I get close to them in this life, the softness in my heart will rush in, and the feeling of familiarity in case of meeting an old friend will haunt my whole body and mind. I don't know if countless encounters in my dreams are a kind of first meeting or a kind of reunion.
Perhaps, in my previous life, it was really stormy during the Republic of China. In an ancient town, there was a beautiful woman in a deep courtyard with a deeply loved man. Those alleys left us clinging to each other, and those bluestone roads with green moss printed our loving words. Maybe one day, I accidentally left my promise in an alley and didn't find it again, so that we could. Where there is a history of vicissitudes, there will be ancient cities and towns, where there are ancient cities and towns, there will be old crow trees, where there are old crow trees, there will be flowing people, and where there are flowing people, there will be one ancient alley after another.
If the small bridges and flowing water are the soul of the ancient city, then those deep and secluded Gu Xiang alleys are her heart and intestines. It is these long and leisurely wind and smoke alleys that give life to the ancient city, which can carry forward and pass on the thick and vicissitudes of history from generation to generation. I have seen so many landscapes, crossed so many rivers and crossed so many bridges, and I will never forget the impressions of the ancient cities that I have visited with my heart, and I will linger on the ancient roads in Gu Xiang that I have measured with my feet.
Buddha said, only by looking back 5 times in the past life can we get a pass in this life. In fact, it's true whether it's related to people or things. In the endless wilderness and short life journey, there are really not many scenery that enters your eyes, and even fewer scenery that penetrates into your bone marrow. To have a scenery that becomes the most stirring and soft heart in your life is a kind of most beautiful fate, which is the best gift from God.
Old Town of Lijiang, a stunning place, has never been pleasantly surprised by an affair, but it is engraved with endless love in the depths of my heart. Every alley there tells a touching story, deep or shallow. Those ancient tea-horse roads continue to write the immortal legend of Naxi famous people. In this life, if there is another chance, I will set foot on the old road again to find those stories that have been left behind. Wuzhen, a dreamlike water town, had a slow and short stay five years ago, in the dark green days when the spring breeze caressed it, and in the dusk when the apricot flowers were misty and rainy, and walked through the light alleys, the sentimental bridge head and the past events that seemed like water passing by.
Now, when I suddenly look back, I find that how many hurried days have been mottled in the green years, leaving only the trace of fireworks, but taking away the memories of my life. Those misty boats, pavilions on waterside pavilions, swaying awnings, soft words of Wu Nong, and those misty and rainy old alleys have come to my dreams for countless times today.
In addition, Huizhou, with its ink and wash, was close to Huizhou culture in October last year. When I visited those ancient alleys in person, I always felt so familiar. Only when I wandered in the profound artistic conception of Huizhou rhyme did I know that there was a softness called hometown, a time called vicissitudes and an elegance called ancient rhyme. Once, I wandered around the ancient alleys on the big beach, dreaming of the old Shanghai, and wanted to find the charming figures of the women with the customs of the Republic of China hidden in the depths of the years. Their eyes were flowing, their smiles were wonderful, and they were enchanting on the notes of time for a long time.
also, those old square streets in Beijing are all printed with my light and shallow footsteps, and my soft whispers from the bottom of my heart are floating in the quadrangles, feeling deeply for those ethereal past events in the south of the city. Walking over mountains and wading through water, everywhere I go, I like to look for those strange places with ancient flavor. I don't ask how heavy the history is, and I don't ask how many vicissitudes of life are. I just want to recall an indescribable feeling of ancient rhyme with an idle mood and provoke those nostalgic feelings that sneak into my bones ... In such a day with high clouds and light clouds, the sun is shining, the breeze is around my shoulders, there is no misty rain, and there are no lilacs. Take a leisurely half-length dress, weave two braided hair children, hang down your chest at will, walk in the alley paved with bluestone for a long time, indulge in the old times, look for the looming old times, and don't need to hold up an oil-paper umbrella, because this outfit is enough to let yourself cross into the amorous feelings of the Republic of China.
Occasionally passers-by cast a knowing look, and I know that I have become a different kind of scenery in their eyes, and I have a different style. 2. How to write a 4-word composition by Zhu Ji Gu Xiang < P > The way to Changting is Zhu Ji, and today, the wind is far away. Make up the village where people gather, and ride on the shoulder road. "This is the Ming Dynasty Huang Gongfu's true portrayal of Nanxiong Zhuji Gu Xiang. Walking on the cobblestone ground in Gu Xiang, it feels like going back to ancient times.
When you walk into Zhuji Gu Xiang, you are greeted by rows of neat ancestral halls in ancient villages. These ancestral halls were newly built later, and the appearance of each ancestral hall is so magnificent. Every pillar and every brick in the ancestral hall is filled with a long-lasting atmosphere, which reminds people of the past.
We searched for the ancestral temple of our own surname from room to room, and finally found the "Liang's Ancestral Temple", but when we entered it, it was extremely simple, with only an altar and a portrait of our ancestors, which puzzled us. Later, we put on incense and set off firecrackers to pray for peace and health.
Then, we walked into Zhuji Gu Xiang, which has experienced thousands of years. This is an ancient post road with a total length of more than 1,5 meters and a width of more than 4 meters, and the pavement is paved with pebbles from north to south. Moreover, the only avenue leading to Lingnan in the Central Plains and Jiangnan is called "the first lane in Lingnan". Yang Tinggui, a predecessor, described the scene of Zhuji Lane in Diary of Returning to the South as "traveling like ants on the way, crowding more than watching a drama." On both sides of the lane, there are houses made of yellow bricks, and some of them are former ancestral halls. If you don't look carefully, you don't know that it is a ancestral hall with a surname! Then walk south, and you will find a courtyard. This is the "Chen Ancestral Hall". The building is very graceful, as if it were the building of a wealthy family in ancient times. Go on, there is a courtyard, which is the "Hejia Ancestral Hall", which is comparable to the "Chenjia Ancestral Hall".
When I walked downstairs to the gate of Gu Xiang in Zhuji and saw the inscription "Zhuji Gu Xiang, my hometown", I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart ... With the end, it was the end. We found that this magnificent and colorful ancestral hall is the newly built "Liang's ancestral hall". So beautiful and graceful, it makes people sigh!
After visiting Zhuji Gu Xiang, I can't help sighing: Zhuji Gu Xiang, my hometown! 3. Ancient Town Gu Xiang Composition Folk Custom 56 words
This is the corner on the edge of the city, where the sense of touch of the city can't be extended. It is moldy, old and shiny before, and it has already been covered with wrinkles.
The ancient hairpin, which is engraved on the mottled bluestone board, has a distant picture of elegance for hundreds of years, and it sounds like a dusk bell. Just like a legendary pavilion on Penglai Island covered with classic colors and covered with historical dust, it seems to be elongated by ancient times and misty, and the fleeting time turns here and becomes a long-lost song. That is the heavy memory of Gu Xiang. It is like a lake with hundreds of years of clean water, smiling silently.
There are many Gu Xiang in Zhanjiang, which are located in the city. In the morning, the dew of wheatgrass is ushered in, which condenses in the hazy crevice of Gu Xiang. People wake up in the long-lasting "Huansha". Sleeping Gu Xiang begins to wake up a long dream, and people are busy in the morning. Gu Xiang is wearing the coat of the people and humming an ancient tune, which will occasionally be choked by the smoke from the kitchen. The first floor at the foot of the green flag is bright and stands among the ancient rubble, weaving a quiet movement. Gu Xiang began to come alive. People were looking for a harmonious friendship and forming a smoke alliance. Children were playing on narrow ancient roads. Kindness spirits were flying around clear springs and wells. Gu Xiang was shrouded in vigor. The old man, who was nearly old, leaned on the ivy wooden chair, leaned in the shade, and slowly shook with his eyes closed. Those vicissitudes that fell in his brow quietly merged with Gu Xiang. Those stories were blown away by the wind in a corner of Gu Xiang, leaving no trace.
Walking quietly on the bluestone board and listening to the voice of thoughts, the Yao singing from ancient times will make the soul quiet. When traveling in the air of fermentation and drifting away along the Gu Xiang, we will find those mellow pictures in front of our eyes. When we gaze at them, it seems to be telling a new sorrow. When we gradually merge with Gu Xiang, it is like a river flowing along time. When the afterglow of dusk disappears, people walk on their own homes in Huihua, with expectant women in front of wooden doors, men returning from work, children having fun and birds returning home. Gu Xiang overflows with warm colors, showing the situation of "sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn water * * * the sky is the same color".
Gu Xiang ends the day in a gradually overflowing expanse, with the morning dew in the evening and the evening silence. Tang Yin's flowing lines have slipped from the bluestone and turned into today's tranquility. It is a beautiful and gloomy place, just like an ancient heart placed in the hustle and bustle of a big city, another paradise isolated from the dust bar, and it plays its colors silently and leisurely.
It has remained unchanged for hundreds of years, and turned into the fantasy of boating on the Maple Bridge. Like an old man who is far away from heaven and earth, he smiled and watched people grow, get old and live endlessly. Then he quietly put on a historical coat and put on a singer in a cheongsam, sitting in the sharp path of Qinhuai River and swinging away. Gu Xiang also walked away with crutches. 4. How to write Zhu Ji Gu Xiang's 4-word composition < P > Hello, the way to Changting is Zhu Ji, and today, the wind is far away.
At the gathering place of people in the village, the horses cross the shoulders. "This is the Ming Dynasty Huang Gongfu's true portrayal of Nanxiong Zhuji Gu Xiang.
Walking on the cobblestone ground in Gu Xiang, it feels like going back to ancient times. When you walk into Gu Xiang, you are greeted by rows of neat ancestral temples in ancient hometown.
These ancestral halls were newly built later, and the appearance of each ancestral hall is so magnificent. Every pillar and brick in the ancestral hall is permeated with a long-standing atmosphere, which reminds people of the past. We searched for the ancestral temple of our own surname from room to room, and finally found the "Liang's Ancestral Temple". When we entered it, it was extremely simple, with only one altar and a portrait of our ancestors, which made us puzzled.
afterwards, we put on incense and set off firecrackers to pray for safety and health. Then, we walked into Zhuji Gu Xiang, which has gone through thousands of years. This is an ancient post road with a total length of more than 1,5 meters and a width of more than 4 meters, which is paved with pebbles from north to south.
The only avenue leading to Lingnan from the Central Plains and Jiangnan is called "the first lane of Lingnan". Yang Tinggui, a predecessor, described the scene of Zhuji Lane in Diary of Returning to the South as "traveling like ants on the way, crowding more than watching a drama."
On both sides of the lane, there are houses made of yellow mud bricks, and some of them are former ancestral halls. If you don't look carefully, you don't know that it is a ancestral hall with a surname! Then walk south, and you will find a courtyard. This is the "Chen Ancestral Hall". The building is very graceful, as if it were the building of a wealthy family in ancient times. Go on, there is a courtyard, which is the "Hejia Ancestral Hall", which is comparable to the "Chenjia Ancestral Hall".
When I walked downstairs to the gate of Gu Xiang in Zhuji and saw the inscription "Zhuji Gu Xiang, my hometown", I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart ... With the end, it was the end. We found that this magnificent and colorful ancestral hall is the newly built "Liang's ancestral hall".
it's so beautiful and graceful, which makes people sigh! Please accept it if you are satisfied. 5. The composition of the old house in the depths of Gu Xiang
As one of the ancient cultural cities, Quanzhou should be a place full of sandalwood charm, with Erythrina flowers open all over the city; There are alleys of different sizes, and there is a unique charm everywhere ... But back to reality, why do I see all the gray buildings? Why is the air filled with the "fragrance" of reinforced concrete? Just to pass by, I suddenly woke up with the lingering charm of the ancient temple.
Guxiang didn't leave Quanzhou for a long time. Suddenly, I saw an old house in the deep lane leading to the stone road. Perhaps it was just slowly forgotten here, and it was left intact, although it was broken and experienced numerous winds and frost. Dare not push open its slightly decayed door, for fear that it will not stand up.
I gently blew the dust on the window edge and the glass, fearing that it would be broken if I brushed it with my hand. After all, I will be old after years ... Looking through the window, there is only a small oil lamp hanging on it, and I can't see anything clearly on the ground. The interior room may be lifeless except for spider silk.
Looking outside, I don't know if there are still some strange carvings on the hollowed-out exterior wall. The roof corner with thick silk screen seems to be silently telling the hardships they have come along ... Without the old man shaking the fan in front of it, there are no children running around it. Melodious guzheng and erhu sound disappeared at the door; I can't hear the southern sound that haunts the eaves every night. Instead, there are only large areas of dust flying, car horns and heavy metal music that comes from nowhere.
I wonder which rows.