Shanghai Yuyuan Town God Temple is full of the cultural atmosphere of old Shanghai. Many people have a hard life in this atmosphere, bathed in mild sunshine, with a trace of relaxation and nostalgia, carrying good memories and looking for lost years and memories in the Town God Temple.

At the intersection of Nanjing East Road and Henan South Road, walk south along Henan South Road for about 21 minutes, and you will reach Yuyuan Garden and Chenghuang Temple.

this is an antique building complex consisting of old houses, old temples, old streets and gardens with Jiangnan characteristics. Strictly speaking, this building community should be divided into two parts, namely the City God Temple and the Yuyuan Garden.

Chenghuang Temple is an open business district composed of several magnificent temples and several old-fashioned neighborhoods. Business jewelry, jade, antiques, a wide variety of folk crafts, a wide variety of local snacks.

Tourists of all colors and languages are constantly flowing all day, and there is a bustling and noisy atmosphere.

If you are willing to spend 31 yuan to buy a ticket to visit Yu Garden, it will be another world.

this garden building, covering an area of more than 31 mu, was originally a private garden built in the 1961s, with a history of more than 411 years. The typical characteristics of Jiangnan gardens are not inferior to Suzhou gardens in terms of architectural style and scale.

houses with cornices and arches, winding corridors, staggered rockeries, exquisite small bridges, beautiful ponds and lush ancient trees show their exquisite, ingenious, elegant, strange and beautiful charm everywhere. The ingenuity of the designer and the ingenuity of the builder have been brought into full play.

Mr. Wen Yiduo, a famous modern poet, said that a good poem should have the beauty of architecture, music and painting. I'll change this sentence and take the beauty of architecture as the subject and put it in front to evaluate Yu Garden, which is more appropriate. This ancient garden building combines the beauty of poetry, painting and music.

The design and construction of the classical gardens in China are not the same as the ancient masters who used their intelligence and hard-working hands to write an ancient poem with a remote artistic conception, draw an appropriate ink-and-wash painting and play a melodious and melodious ancient folk music.

this is the material cultural heritage. It is material, but more is the embodiment of national aesthetic consciousness and traditional humanistic spirit.

four hundred years ago, glistening people's cream turned into a magnificent private garden. After more than 411 years of vicissitudes of life, it has been coated with a thick patina, which has become the treasure of the nation and the public property of the people. The owner of the garden also inadvertently repaid a debt of conscience owed to the people.

A few days ago, I went to a medium-sized city in the north for some reason, and I was lucky enough to visit a site of the West Lake in Ouyang Xiu's time. Nearly a thousand years ago, it was once as famous as Hangzhou West Lake and Yangzhou West Lake. Because it is located in the old course of the Yellow River, the sediment gradually deposited on the lake, and eventually it was abandoned. But now, several nondescript Roman columns, European medieval knight sculptures and the fake Eiffel Tower have been built in this ancient West Lake site, which is several times larger than the Yuyuan Garden, and this ancient West Lake site with thousands of years of cultural accumulation has been ruined.

In a modern metropolis and an urban forest composed of steel, concrete and steel, it is really rare that there is such a traditional classical building complex sticking to it and living in harmony with modern high-rise buildings. The strong contrast between time and space, while bringing visual novelty, is enough to shock the soul.

After shopping on the bustling Nanjing East Road, travelers come here with a tired pace, and see the magnificent flying pavilion eaves, the extremely circuitous zigzag bridge within half an acre of square pond, and enjoy the graceful lotus leaves in the pond, which makes koi fish leisurely and carefree, just like a traveler trudging in the desert of desire sees an oasis, and the sense of fatigue disappears. ?

Standing on the old street of the Chenghuang Temple, looking through the eaves and tiles, the soaring skyscrapers in Lujiazui, Pudong, are as unreal as the set of a drama, but they are so tall that you can look up.

? Think about it. For more than a hundred years, Shanghai and even China have been struggling to survive and fight under the pressure of this steel and concrete western civilization. How many cultural treasures of the Chinese nation have fallen into perdition under the burning and looting of foreign bandits and the abuse of domestic thieves.

One hundred and twenty years ago today, a huge empire eroded by ants and squirrels fought a bitter war with a tiny island country in the waters northeast of China and suffered from Waterloo in Asia. ?

today, if fate still pushes these two countries into this sea area, will the historical tragedy repeat itself?

standing at the intersection of classical buildings and skyscrapers, my thoughts are like a runaway wild horse. ?

Just as we face high-rise buildings, western tourists with high noses and deep eyes in old streets are surprised to see magnificent temples, various traditional snacks and dazzling folk crafts.

It is a great fortune for Shanghai and China to have such a well-preserved traditional architectural complex guarding the spiritual home of the Chinese nation in this floating city. ?

youth is a heavy rain?

is this the most perfect metaphor for youth that I have ever seen?

saying is a metaphor, more like an interpretation, or even a definition?

what should the heavy rain look like? There must be countless thoughtless cold raindrops tilting wildly, accompanied by indescribable sounds.

however, when it comes to a heavy rain, the first picture that comes to everyone's mind is different?

this is the real charm?

Maybe your heavy rain is in an empty field, surrounded by no one, desolate and lonely. A basin of heavy rain arrives as scheduled, and its unchanging single melody is echoed between heaven and earth. At this time, a flash of lightning runs through heaven and earth, like a crack in time, sucking up all your immature souls. You are dull, quiet, in no mood, and even more expressionless, until the late thunder wakes you up intoxicated and only sees you.

Maybe your heavy rain is in a city with tall buildings and woodlands. You are standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the twilight is boundless in the distance. There is a kind of unspeakable depression. I don't know whether a heavy rain comes from the sky or from below all the way to the sky. In short, a curtain has been opened in front of you, and the world seems to be still busy. Humans have built a civilization and avoided the pouring heavy rain, but they can't escape the desolation that the heavy rain nourishes their souls and the ridicule of their hearts.

Maybe your heavy rain is on an invisible night, and the darkness when you open your eyes is purer than what you see when you close your eyes. You are worried about some stories that are obviously irrelevant but you care about the cracks in your bones. Or maybe you are a person with a heart-shaped halo, and you don't know about the rain, but the rain is getting bigger and bigger, and you are only thinking about your heart, but your heart is filled with indescribable happiness and rain.

Maybe your heavy rain is on an ordinary road. You stand at the intersection with an umbrella, and the original firm direction begins to blur. You take your foot out, you take it back, you lift your eyes, but the umbrella eaves cover you hard, so that you can't personally look at it with your unread vicissitudes of life. Because the umbrella has pointed out your way, you can only take a seemingly firm step in that direction, but your heart is still attached to the other side.

If at this moment, that's right, it's the moment when you read this, and there is a heavy rain pouring in, what kind of attitude will you take to confront the puffed up, and what kind of expression will you use to express your thoughts at this moment?

I will look up, and the raindrops all over the sky, I don't know where they come from, I don't know how many, just spread all over the sky, rushing towards us who are obviously huge but extremely small, hitting our hair, splashing on our faces, getting wet in our clothes, dripping into our hearts, so dull that we forget everything, even can't say what color the sky is at the moment?

I will run wantonly, making a splash bigger than the raindrops, chasing the small stream running all the way that has just been assembled, just set out, regardless of the purpose, and shout out all the deposits in my heart, accompanied by endless rain, and return them to heaven and fate, so I ran and ran until I ran away with all my strength and courage, until my sight blurred, until the earth became the support behind you?

I will hide in the eaves of the house and quietly watch everything ups and downs outside. The cold wind whizzes in, but there is nowhere to escape. I will seriously look into the rain, reach out and try, and the raindrops are heavy. I will quickly shake my hands, dry the residual water, restore everything before, and continue to dress up before, but I can't restrain my eager eyes and have nowhere to hide?

I will walk quietly and enjoy the inner peace, but the rain has become the most precious thing in this journey. The heavy rain has washed away my inner memory and soaked every story, but it is doomed to be indelible. Just think and watch quietly until you become God's perspective in every inner memory, and you can no longer enter the role, until you reach a clear boundary, and then step out of the rain curtain without hesitation and wipe off the mark of the rain.

now?

have you been lost in the rain?

because, dear friend?

you know?

this rain made us forget our way and our way home?