Hello, Pucheng.
There are rivers, plateaus, ditches, slopes, mountains and depressions here. This is the original belt of Weibei terraced fields, which switched from Lianshao, Chongquan, Nanbaishui and Fengxian to Pucheng. In this long calendar, many tenacious brushstrokes and heavy history are buried!
If you wander among them, looking at the historical memory, Pucheng in any coordinate focuses on the fascinating historical records of humanities. Beijing time from here contains different latitudes and longitudes and lofty horizons. Do you like to sit alone in the lingering sound of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, listening to the wind, the rain and the bustling sound flowing slowly?
In these warm and quiet days, reach out and let the sun shine through your fingers and gently say hello: hello, Pucheng!
There is a saying among the people that "Diaopucheng, Wild Weinan, Unreasonable Dali County". This Pucheng is the famous "DiaoPucheng" in Shaanxi. When I was a child, I always heard people say this, and I always thought sadly: How was it that I was unfortunately born in the bandits' nest? I didn't know until later that "Diao Pucheng" is the homonym of "Jiao Pucheng", because there is Shaanxi Coal Group Bai Pu Mining Bureau Co., Ltd. in Han Jing Town of Pucheng. Another way of saying "Diao Pucheng" is "hanging (long meaning) Pucheng", which means that Pucheng's terrain is long from north to south and narrow from east to west. It turned out that it had nothing to do with the bandits' anger, so I was relieved.
The northern mountain plain of Pucheng has Qiaoling, Jingling, Guangling, Tailing and Hui Ling from west to east, collectively known as "Tang Wuling". Today, the echoes of the Five Tombs of the Tang Dynasty are lingering. With the passage of time, many things that show the glory of the Tang Dynasty have disappeared. Qiao Ling's stone carving art, such as arrogance, ostrich, stone horse, Weng Zhong, stone lion, etc., gives people a qualitative feeling and beautiful enjoyment. No wonder some people say that "Qiaoling stone carving is the best in the world"!
"One road leads directly to the sky, and the stone people stand on both sides." This is what I thought when I first saw the tomb of Li Longji in Tang Dynasty. Since then, I have been infatuated with the desolation and loneliness here. When I grew up, I was attracted by such cold lines and legendary love stories. When I grew up, I came back here in my dreams countless times. It's just that the paper is full of regrets, but I can no longer reflect the original bright moon, nor can I reflect the lonely reflection under that bright moon.
My hometown is not far from Tangtailing, and I didn't know the taste of sadness when I was a child. On holidays, I always invite three or five playmates to the ditch at the east end of the village, walk along the ditch to Shicha in the north and start climbing the mountain. I went through the canal where reeds floated, the deep ditch full of thorns, the dam full of rain, then through the layers of persimmon forests, climbed up along the winding mountain road, and went all the way east along the ridge until Tangling Mountain. After walking back and forth for more than ten miles, I never shouted tired. It seems that if I go on like this, the front is full of light. Until now, you still don't understand where the strength under your feet comes from. As if just to go to the present, to go to today, to kill those simple time. Footprints at that time filled every corner of the back hill. I clearly know which jujube is sweet on the earth weir, when it sticks to which branch, when there is a bottomless hole in the ditch, when the sheep bleat, and when the sunset will hang on the top of the western hills and dye all over the fiery afternoon. Especially in autumn, the setting sun and persimmon forest set each other off in red, and it is unclear whether persimmon is redder or sunset is better.
When I grew up, I sat quietly on the stone that Xuanzong had said, "I will be buried here in the future." The light is so soft that you can feel the wind blowing from the Tang Dynasty when you reach out. Time has swept away some publicity and complexity, and constantly magnified some implication and simplicity. In the distance, on the endless fields, the wheat waves are rolling and the rape blossoms are fragrant. In the meantime, a dancing figure, graceful and dancing in the sky, came slowly, near and near, but never caught her skirt. Are you asleep? Yes, otherwise, why did the flute sound tactfully, blowing the gentle spring breeze in an instant, blowing the desolation of the residual water in the mountains, and blowing the silent love letter for thousands of years?
This great emperor in history, because of his courage and affection, made this desolate place cold and shocking. I like it here, where every grass and tree, brick and tile, stone man and stone lion, legendary love, and most importantly, I deeply miss it here. It is said that this is a miniature Chang 'an City, 38km away from Fiona Fang, with Zhuquemen in the west of Tangling Village in Chunlin Town in the south, Qinglongmen (also known as Donghuamen) in the east of Tangling Village, Xuanwu Gate in lingnan village of Yaoshan Town in the north and Baihumen (also known as Xihuamen) in Huaicun Village in Dongshan Town in the west. The four doors and four corners of the mausoleum wall are built with doors and corners respectively, and the ground buildings have a temple for offering, a lower palace and a lower palace. In front of the mausoleum is a row of elegant civil servants and a row of brave military attache. Even after the Millennium, they are still in high spirits. Although they are not arrogant and broad-minded, they have a unique style. There are also Huabiao, Tianma, ostrich, stone Weng Zhong and Shishi. The blood of the Tang Dynasty flowed slowly under the exquisite brushstrokes of these sculptors, and the lingering sound of the Tang Dynasty persisted for a long time.
I'm glad I was born here and grew up here. I witnessed too many feelings when I was growing up here. Until now, I still think it is as fresh as wine. As time goes by, it slowly ferments in the depths of my memory and becomes more mellow.
Last night, I dreamed of returning to Datang and flying alone under the endless blue water and blue sky. The pebbles at the bottom of the water are clearly visible, layered, dazzling and beautiful. But I can't find the right word to describe it, or Xue Xiaochan had the foresight to say, "It's sad to point to the beauty of people's hearts." In front of the most beautiful people and things, many words are powerless. "
After brewing for a long time, it was condensed into one sentence: Hello Pucheng!
Just like Shi Yun's short poem "Hometown", there are only 13 words: "The world is really small/small enough to hold only two words".
Pucheng county has a long history, which has been recorded since the Zhou dynasty and has been more than 3000 years. Xia Shang belongs to Yongzhou, Shu, Jin in the Spring and Autumn Period, Wei in the early Warring States Period, and then Qin. Chongquan County was located in Qin Xiaogong in the Northern Wei Dynasty, Nanbaishui County was located in the abandoned Chongquan, pucheng county was renamed in the Western Wei Dynasty, Shifeng County in the Tang Dynasty and pucheng county in the Song Dynasty.
Pucheng county has eight famous landscapes since Ming and Qing Dynasties. According to Pucheng Ji edited by Deng and Li Fuzheng (Kangxi) in Qing Dynasty, the "Eight Scenes of Pucheng" are beautiful spring scenery in Nanyuan, warm soup night bath, full moon in spring and autumn, flying snow in Beiling, night shadows of Twin Towers, Wuling clouds, Panlong Longyan and Yaoshan ancient cypress. How can we not fall into this magnificent and rich gift of nature when such a poetic beauty is presented to us?
If this time, the silent night sky burst into colorful flames, would it be more beautiful? Of course. As early as 800 years ago in the Yuan Dynasty, Pucheng was rich in sulfur and saltpeter, which were used as fireworks in the palace. This folk art has been handed down from generation to generation. Zhang Chongjian, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote this poem after watching the fireworks in Pucheng Palace: "The illusion of fire trees and silver flowers is true, and the Lantern Festival is bright and sunny." Hongfei has an infinite rest and elephants, which are scattered all over the world. "
Today, the flower of fireworks, with unprecedented brilliance and fame, has come to Beijing for the National Day ceremony seven times. It provided fireworks performances for more than 30 Chinese and foreign films, such as Life, Whip, Wang Wu, Xi Incident and General Peng. In particular, the successful development of "Palace Series Fireworks" is regarded as a unique skill in China, ranking first in the national fireworks art garden.
In the blooming flame, you will definitely like the original boat on the quiet Luyang Lake; Village ruins of matriarchal clan commune in the late Banpo period of Neolithic age under Dayu's water control.
Equally unforgettable is Pucheng cuisine. In history, Shi Li advised Liu Bang to say: "Jun regards the people as the sky, and the people regard food as the sky." In Pucheng, everyone will say that "there was a A Qin store before Pucheng County", which shows that they are complacent about local food. Because of historical and cultural reasons, Pucheng cuisine is also unique and self-contained. Especially the mutton in the basin, the gourd head, the red sesame seed cake, the steamed stuffed bun with rafters, the steamed stuffed bun with sticks, and the sweet pepper ... let the enthusiastic Pucheng people welcome them and make countless guests drunk.
Heaven is much more than that. In your spare time, you can listen to "Up a dozen, Yuanyang falls from the sky;" Turn over and jump into the abyss. When celebrating, you can watch the "Changqing gongs and drums" with unique rhythm, diverse mallets, bright rhythm and great momentum; A simple, rude and funny circus walk after dinner gives you a penetrating visual and auditory feeling. Looking at the people who are beaming and intoxicated, we can understand the persistence of Zheng Sixiao's poem "Cold Chrysanthemum": "It is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind".
Just a few days ago in beginning of autumn, the fallen leaves scattered on the ground were like a bleak picture book that needed to be opened page by page, which made people feel a lot after reading it.
In fact, I have lived in Xi 'an for more than ten years, but every time I return to Pucheng, I never want to leave, as if I should know and grasp this place.
Finally, all the reluctance turned into a faint sentence: Hello Pucheng!