Chongqing Dazu was founded in 4 A.D. (the first year of Tang Qian), taking the meaning of "Dafeng Dazu, abundant food and clothing", it is the location of the ancient Changzhou Prefecture, also known as "Tangcheng". There is a well-known world cultural heritage "Dazu Stone Carving" here, and on the stone cliff at the foot of the north tower of Longgang Mountain, it is impressively carved with 0 big characters of "Begonia Xiangguo".

The land of stone carvings

Since ancient times, the people of Dazu like to plant begonia flowers, because of the name "Tangcheng". "Shaohua is in a hurry in the past, don't let go of some space, take advantage of this Nanping green tower, begonia fragrant ......" The song sounded, Dazu's begonia flower letter, in every spring beckoned me in a foreign land, let me recall the days of studying and working in Dazu, as well as the people and things in my hometown.

Look, those ancient carp lamps that shake their heads and tails, the thrilling Shuangqiao acrobatics, the shiny and sharp dragon water knife, the confusing Dazu Meisi Boxing, the lifelike Dazu paper-cutting, the vivid and fragrant post pavilion crucian carp, and the burnt and crispy Dingjiapo artichoke...... They are like a colorful picture, shining in the ancient city of Changzhou in Dazu, and also shaking my heart.

In memory, Tangcheng is not big, divided into east city and west city, sandwiched north and south two mountains. The orchards of Nanshan are lush and lush, and the grottoes of Beishan are world-famous. The two mountains stand majestically, just like a natural barrier, protecting this place where begonia flowers bloom. Under the begonia flowers, the clear Sexi River passes through the border and becomes the mother river of Dazu, which nourishes a landscape and a cultural context.

I still remember when I was a reporter in the newspaper, I wrote the most about the stone carvings of Shizhen Mountain, Beishan Mountain, and Baoding Mountain, which all belong to the Dazu Rock Carvings, a world cultural heritage. A Buddha Bay, a temple, an ancient town...... They aggregate into a ridge, very windy bones, become a famous mountain Baoding Mountain. The famous monk Zhao Zhifeng built a cave temple here, which lasted more than 70 years to build. I walked in there countless times, sighing at the majestic aura of the reclining Buddha, the thousand hands of Guanyin's spiritual transformation, the piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow, the calmness and calmness of the chicken girl, and the hardships and difficulties of mothers in the world...... The world is full of precipices and cliffs, showing the world, deducing a picture that is difficult to describe.

　　仰望大足石刻，深入骨髓的是蓮花仙子們的微笑。山崖上，那被譽為“唐宋石刻陳列館”的300余個龕窟中，有近萬尊造像，其中最精華的是觀音造像，多達100余尊。他們飛躍千山萬水，來到這密林深處，在我精神和血脈的故鄉，把微笑綻放，護佑著這一方百姓和山水。

Perhaps it is the mother river of Sexi River, which connects our blood and emotions. Look, in a green mark of moss, the cliff statue of the prince of the Nine Dragons bath where Long Yunxiang is flying seems to have life. In the Reclining Buddha Farm on Baoding Mountain, intelligent and ingenious people bring the water of the Sexi River here and let it spray from the mouths of Chinese dragons, full of vitality.

Longshui Lake rhyme

The Sexi River is just a capillary in the land of China, which flows day and night, and finally flows into the Yangtze River to the sea. The same is true for personnel. Everyone's migration and wandering, the river will accompany us for a lifetime, and the national spirit and culture are also blended and inherited in the river of life.

Tracing the source of the Sexi River, you can go to Longshui Lake (also known as West Lake). It has 108 small islands and is a national water conservancy scenic spot, next to Yulong Mountain, and adjacent to Shuangqiao Economic and Technological Development Zone. My hometown is in Gaojiadian, Posting Town, close to Shuangqiao, and the clear spring flowing from Longshui Lake flows into a small river, which also flows through my old house.

Growing up drinking lake water, I often engrave its figure in my heart: egrets flying on green pines, flat boats rippling in the green waves, willows hanging green on small islands, lotus leaves rolling on the shore of the lake, and we running under the embankment......

I still remember the year after the college entrance examination, when I walked along the embankment, when the continuous Jade Dragon Mountain and dotted islands came into view, my heart suddenly followed the rippling ripples of the blue waves, intoxicated with every tree, every leaf, every drop of water here. The lotus leaf fields on the shore of the lake, the white cranes on the hill dance, the light dancing willow flying flocculent, the tall pine standing proudly on the green mountain.

Not long after I started working, I came home for the Chinese New Year and my family drove to the lake. Although the night has begun to fall, everything in front of me still shines in front of my eyes like crystals: beautiful flower carvings, the long West Lake embankment, the broken bridge with thousands of styles, the majestic West Lake Square, and the pavilions with flying eaves and corners...... It is as if the legend is that the Queen Mother who lives in Jade Dragon Mountain descended to the mortal world, and her fluttering clothes shook off the beautiful scenery of Yaochi in the sky. The elderly mother staggered, as if she was much younger in an instant.

Returning home this year, the group walked through the gallery and along the lake. The lights in the distance flickered like stars, revealing a mesmerizing glow. Boats moored in the nearby water are like perched in a warm harbor with rippling ripples. Walking to the stone bridge, feeling the fine wind by the bridge railing, gazing into the distance, the green mountains are still there.

The endless Jade Dragon Villa is solemn, and how many PLA soldiers have sprinkled their blood on this hot land back then. At this time, the island is very quiet, and in the light kiss of the waves, what kind of sweet dream should it have? Tourists stroll in twos and threes, and children run and play, depicting a picture of harmony between man and nature. I think: the people who shed their blood for this land should be gratified.

Dream back to the old street

Out of Longshui Lake, cross the double bridge, to the post booth. With the light of Dazu World Cultural Heritage Site, Posting Railway Station has been renamed "Dazu High-speed Railway Station" since the day the high-speed rail opened.

Two miles east from Dazu high-speed rail station, there is a high slope named "Wulidui". The valley at the bottom of the mountain, called "Shiligou", was once an important post station on the ancient tea horse road in the south. The camel bells rang in the mountains, and the place where the caravan walked was covered today by a white road, straight and wide, heading straight for Yongchuan and Chongqing.

On the day we went, Lao Cai seemed to be very happy, Lao Cai opened a pair of bright eyes, really waiting for the return of wanderers from afar. I felt the warm embrace of a few rhubarb kudzu trees on the street. They always seem to be so old and simple, just like the old men who walked by them, or the mother beside me, kind and peaceful.

The years are gone, and the streets are silent. The old street is paved with bluestone slabs, carving the beauty of time and giving people a sense of tranquility and calmness. The street is very narrow, two or three meters wide, and the blue-tiled houses on both sides are lined up in a "one" line, which is quite imposing. The walls are mostly made of brown wooden planks, which have been eroded by wind and rain, and have long lost their gorgeous colors in the past, but they show another kind of heavy and simple beauty.

Walk through the old street post office, and then walk through a culvert, and you will arrive at Wenchang Palace. This ancient building has been the spiritual home of generations of people around Lao Cai. Until the early 90s of the 0th century, whether it was a movie in the town's primary and secondary schools, or a festival performance, or a radius of dozens of miles of villagers came here to watch the play, Wenchang Palace has made great contributions. But today it has become a cultural relic, and it has also been carefully collected by the people of Lao Cai.

Day after day, year after year, watching over this land, silently shielding the old street from the six or seven yellow kudzu trees with lush foliage from the street to the end of the street. Every tree is so tall and majestic. Each tree has the same thick trunk, vigorous branches, and a pool of tender green leaves.

Looking at the root closely, thick or thin, curved or straight, the veins are all visible, overflowing with a fresh sense of power. They are like dragons, coiled together, frolicking, flying. "There is a sky above your head, your feet on a side of the soil, you raise your head in the wind and rain, and the ice and snow are not satisfied...... this is clearly the love between leaves and roots, trees and streets, and trees and people.

Lao Cai may be really old, and the children of Lao Cai have grown up one by one, like dandelion seeds, scattered everywhere. The old street is showing a unique and glorious beauty, presenting the accumulated history and culture to people like tea in a cup.

Holding my mother's hand, I walked through the old streets and walked past the old trees. A person's life is like a stretch of old streets, giving and giving, repeatedly, and constantly reincarnated. I feel the temperature of my mother's palm and the infinite emotion in my heart, I only hope that the mountains are greener, the trees are more beautiful, and no matter where the people of Lao Cai go, they will remember the scenery of their hometown.