On the morning of National Day, the sun is shining, the sky is blue and white clouds are blooming. Take advantage of the beautiful time of the long vacation, put off the tension and anxiety, put on the relaxation and pleasure, and rush to the old "Sanmei Building" in my lover's hometown for a lively and jubilant reunion, and take a trip across the mountains and plains to find a basket of dusty ancestors' past events, which are drifting farther and farther away.
"Sanmei Building" (which was forcibly tampered with as "Ningqing Building" during the Cultural Revolution) is one of thousands of earth buildings on the red land in western Fujian. It is square, three stories high, with one door and three entrances, and stands in the moderate town of xinluo district, Longyan City. The town is one of the four ancient towns in Fujian, and nothing is more natural than an ancient house.
Sanmei building
The warm sunshine shines on us through the window, illuminating our hearts and making our blood boil. Under the engineer's design, expressway, between the foothills and the wheels, eliminated the winding, retained the depth, and connected our ideological source more closely and directly.
The asphalt pavement is dark, the rocks on the roadbed are covered with moss, and the tall deciduous trees in front are lush, showing their old age. The birds that occasionally fly overhead are hoarse and old, and the dust that flows into the car also exudes an ancient atmosphere. The feelings of the people in our car are as old as those around us, as old as the 200-year-old "Sanmeilou" ancient house on this red land.
The ancient "Sanmei Building" is as full of divinity as other old things, and it binds the tireless thoughts of the wanderers, old and young. So, in this idle day, people from Fuzhou, Xiamen and Zhangzhou came, people from Sanming also came, people from Shanghai, Jiangxi and Guangdong also came, and people from Henan also came. He (she) came with his lover, he (she) came with his children and grandchildren, and he (she) came alone.
Those who engage in scientific research are here, those who hold public office are here, those who do business are here, and those who work are here.
After the wheels left expressway, the country road was parallel to the stream, winding and swaggering back. In the autumn sunshine, the flashing white light of the stream is dazzling, and the rushing sound has been covered by the rumble of cars coming and going. Can't beat the car, just the grass beside the river bed in Doby. Stubborn and accustomed streams don't change their temperament, and those water plants that are eager to explore water are teased by the slowly flowing streams and sometimes bow their heads and sometimes sway from side to side.
Silver pheasant and crow stood proudly on the branches of Chinese tallow, turning a blind eye to the surrounding noise and turning a deaf ear.
Yes! In this rich season, as long as they spread their wings a little, they can plunge into the orange leaves and easily win an intestinal support.
This bird with two colors, one black and one white, is dazzling in white and black, and its color is as deep as that of an old house.
At the end of the turn of the country road, the water surface of the stream is particularly wide, and the banks of the stream are also widened. Bamboo bushes and willows with wide and deep roots live and work in peace and contentment here, and sufficient water makes them carefree and nutritious. Therefore, their branches and leaves are crowded and intertwined.
Although they have the same skin color, they have different personalities. Bamboo looks greedy and has no bearing. It is arrogant and tries hard to drill. Externally, it rampaged and occupied desperately.
Willow is much lower-key. It only got up for a moment, so it lowered its body and bowed its head humbly to comfort Mother Earth. Its thin body is still tightly tied, for fear of hurting bamboo.
Opposite the swaying green bamboo willows in the wind is the Sanmei Building with branches and leaves in the lover's house. The scenery in front of us is green bamboo willow, which is relaxing and shrinking.
With the arrival of scattered people from all walks of life, the originally spacious and empty Sanmei Building is very lively.
Back to Sanmei Building, my identity is complicated and changeable. Everyone in the building is laughing. Sometimes someone calls me brother-in-law, sometimes someone calls me uncle, and sometimes someone calls me uncle, which really makes me feel at a loss.
The smoke in the kitchen of Sanmeilou changed its previous sequence, rising from morning till night, and the offerings in the iron pot on the firewood stove turned from red to white. Xie, the founder of Sanmei Building, lives in a mud cave in Gaogang, waiting for his grandchildren's annual memorial service alone.
In autumn, the sun shines through overgrown forests and bamboo seas, as well as steep mountain roads made of loess. Our voices shuttle in the mottled light and shadow, and the fallen leaves struggle and roll in the wind.
The more we go up, the more sparse the bamboo trees are, and they lose the sunshine of resistance. They are more and more unscrupulous and stab us without bloodshed, but they squeeze out the sap flowing in the human body bit by bit, which truly reflects its power.
Alpine sky
Xie's ancestors, ravaged by this fierce sunshine, also know that the combination of sunshine and moonlit night is no longer an ordinary time, but an omnipresent and invincible powerful meat cleaver, and people are always so small and helpless in front of it.
But Xie is still strong and wise. He believes that people can be small and helpless in the face of time, but as the master of all things, they can't be afraid, can't do nothing, must fight and must be great. So, in the autumn when rice overflowed with copper coins, he practiced it, and he fought against it-building a city standing in time-Sanmei Building.
The masons came, the masons came, the carpenters came, and they got together. They are no longer "craftsmen" who fight alone, but a combination of honor and disgrace and * * *. Then, the stone came, the sand came and the wood came. They come from different places, but they have the same goal and are closely United.
Such as sand, originally disintegrated. The combination of glutinous rice and lime is no longer a simple sand, but an unbreakable "three soils".
Thinking of this "trinity soil", they are so inseparable and intertwined that I think it is worth learning from some teams and organizations today.
Stones, mud, and carpenters played jingling for more than 1000 days and nights. 1796 autumn night, jingling music came to an abrupt end. On the bank of the stream at the foot of the mountain, a building rose in the morning fog.
A good horse with a good saddle and a good building with a good name. Of course, this is something that Xie should consider, but it is not an easy job, and it requires great efforts. At the thought that there is a "beauty" in the names of his father and three brothers, his heart is as relaxed as a stone, showing a relieved and satisfied smile.
Since then, Sanmei Mansion has entered an eventful period of tenacious struggle against time and man-made disasters. In those years when the environment was not simple and flat, it experienced the harassment of bandits and the baptism of war. So far, being safe and sound is not so much a miracle as the result of the wisdom and tenacity of the owner.
But success is Xiao He, and failure is me. Now there are two young owners living in the second floor. In the old environment, they transformed a small part of their residence. Wooden doors and windows have become dazzling aluminum alloy glass, and the sound of "squeaking" is particularly harsh.
These modern things look very funny, just like new patches on old clothes and trousers. But I can't laugh, but my heart hurts.
Sanmeilou not only sheltered men, women and children, but also hatched dozens of students with different academic qualifications and titles, the highest of which was an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, who cultivated many rice varieties and produced enough food for the whole country for more than a year. Its whole body has been carved by the carving knife of time for more than 200 knives, and its whole body is rusty and still emits golden light. Weeds stand upright on the damp wall in the corner, which makes me feel the loneliness of my old house.
Therefore, in the days when I leave it, my thoughts and concerns will be very substantial and rich. After a long time, fermentation became uneasy. I didn't ask about my wife and Lao Taishan, but every time I came, the happy expressions on their faces told me the answer.
In the noon sky, a piece of white clouds, stop the hurried footsteps and stop flowing, lie leisurely in the courtyard of the old house, serene and safe. Oh! It is afraid of the "Hula" footsteps, disturbing us in Sanmei Building.
Above the patio
In fact, in the old house, it was already full of joy. In the patio under the white clouds, a banquet was set up, and the sound of joy filled the cracks in Sanmei Building. On this festive day, the old house once again glows with its old style.
But with the consumption of holidays, many people in ancient houses have to go out to make a living, and many young owners in the past are like tourists. Therefore, the prosperity of the ancient house has always been occupied by Xiao Suo for a long time, and its once brilliant prosperity has disappeared beyond the endless helpless years.
When we turned to bid farewell to the three beautiful buildings in the old house, several children were playing carefree in front of the porch, and the smiles on their faces were as beautiful and vivid as open flowers, which matched the old and mottled door walls of the old house.
In a flash, the contrast between the rise and fall, inheritance and extinction, maintenance and change in front of me is very clear, which directly hits my heart, making my heart surge and a sense of urgency surge up.
So, with a wave of my hand, I suddenly realized the deep desire to "come back and see" often, even unforgettable.