Fish bone·Yanling
Feng Hong
Let me do it, is it to let me see your withered appearance, or your body like a fish skeleton? Should I lift your mysterious veil to the villagers of Jianghai, or to reveal your true face to the villagers of Cao Nan? Is it that I feel a lot of emotion when I pay tribute, or tell me about Cao Nan’s vicissitudes?
Turn left, turn left, and turn to Yanlingkoudui!
was originally going to Qinggangji to do business, but his colleague said that he knew the way to Qinggangji and knew where to turn left. It was strange that I was particularly sleepy today. I was afraid that he would remember it wrongly. When I got on the bus, I specifically emphasized that I drove to the He Shang Road of Caoxian and walked to the He Shang Road of Heze . I walked to about 35 miles away from Caoxian Town. There was an intersection on the left. There was a large stone tablet "Caoxian Qinggangji Town Welcomes You" on the north side of the intersection. Turn left here and go directly to Qinggangji. My colleague said that this is not the first time he has been to Qinggang Market. Don’t worry, it’s a good kidnapping. Seeing that my colleague was so confident, I took a nap in the car with confidence.
After walking for about 20 minutes, the sound of "turn left, turn left" suddenly sounded in my ears. In my sleep, I mumbled "turn left, turn left". Three minutes later, a soft voice sounded in my ears again, "Wake up, wake up" and I was completely sleepy. I opened my eyes and looked in front of me. A newly sawed poplar tree was horizontally in the middle of the road. The tender poplar leaves looked more and more tender under the sunlight. The tree fell, and Yang Ye was completely unaware of it. With the gentle spring breeze, it was still dancing gracefully and rustling. The car had to stop and stretch out the window. I realized that it was just a concrete road more than three meters wide. It was wrong, not the road to Qinggangji. I turned my head and was about to blame my colleagues, a long and curved pile of steep piles came into my eyes: a small pile of soil along the north side of the cement road, four or five meters away from northwest to southeast, and another long pile of soil that was not large in the middle, bulging from northwest to southeast. There were several poplar trees growing on the piles. The roots of the poplar trees were deeply grasped by the spine of the large piles, and the roots were exposed, like the green meridians of a thin old man.
On the turbulent sea, the scene of several harpoons struggling on the ridges of fish exposed to the water flashed in front of my eyes. I was surprised, looking at the big mound and the poplar trees on the raised spine of the mound. I was surprised, and hurriedly got out of the car and asked the tree seller: What is that? Where is this? "The rivers and seas are piled up in Yanlings." The tree-selling man replied without raising his head, stretching his head and branches. Rivers and seas! Yanling pile! I was shocked. This is the Yanlingdui, the holy place I have already planned to worship! I hurriedly ran towards the mound. After passing the small mound on the curb, I stepped through a low-lying land covered with rotten poplar leaves and sometimes with several piles of corn stalks, and walked towards a steep mound. On the mound was a striking stone tablet: Yanling Tuan Dui Site .
is disrespectful, my Yanling piles. I was busy tidying my clothes and combing my hair, and I stood neatly in front of the stone tablet. Then I suddenly remembered the sleepiness and the murmurings in my sleepiness. I missed me, Yanling pile, did you ask me to come? Standing next to the stone tablet, looking south at the small mound of soil, the red, black and white plastic bags beside her are struggling, with a few green buds dotted on the mound; looking north at the bare mound, the green weeds below break through the heavy waste and grow vigorously. Suddenly, I thought of the marlin in "The Old Man and the Sea": the fish kept rising upwards, and water poured straight from it to both sides. It is shiny in the sun, and the stripes on both sides of the head and back appear wide in the sun, with a lilac color. Its long mouth is as long as baseball bat , gradually becoming thinner, like a light sword, revealing its whole body from beginning to end, and then it slips into the water like a diver.
I had a cold war. Isn’t this Yanling pile that marlin? I looked at the Yanling pile again, as if a marlin with only one fish head and a huge bone rack was left. Isn’t I Sandigo standing on the pile? But I didn't take a harpoon. Thinking of this, I hurried down in a cold sweat and asked the people who sold the trees about the pile of Yanling. Who knows that the people selling trees are busy without raising their heads.When asked the others, they shook their heads and said something like a pile of earth, and they looked at me with strange eyes. It feels like someone stripped naked in public, embarrassed and indecent. I won’t say that I’m ashamed and I’m stripped naked and naked. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who you are after cutting off the meat and eating it. Isn’t it possible to solve the problem of grievances? "Don't be wronged for me," Yanling Duidi quietly reminded me, "I used to be magnificent, and I was towering in pine and cypress, but now I'm in ruins. Can you blame them?"
I know your past glory, the place I chose forever sleeping ("Records of the Grand Historian·Benji Yin·" Pan Geng crossed Henan, and resided in the former residence of Tang ), Shang Wang Pan Geng, Xiao Xin, and Xiao Yi were buried here one after another, and the place where the talented and wise King Wu Ding recharged and matured ("Mandarin·Chu" used to be in the past Wu Ding living in the bright shade of the river, so for three years, I thought silently), you are the holy land of the Shang Dynasty and the country of the Shang Dynasty. The country in the past, the ruins of today, but I didn’t see you Yanling’s crying, being dragged into changes and hurt, and I didn’t have time to cry, nor did I have time to cry. Yan Lingdui murmured to himself that only by living well can he be able to withstand such constant tossing.
I thought of the marlin . During the scarred journey, I encountered the shark's fall into the trap, and my Yanling pile was also destined. The biggest shark is the fierce battle between Fan Kuai and the Qin army. At that time, the Qin army was stationed here, using the Yanling Tube as a barrier to fight against the attacks of Fan Kuai and Guanying . Arrows, swords and axes, ravaged by horse hooves, and you, bruised and bruised, became the burial place for the Qin army. ("Records of the Grand Historian: Biography of Fan Li and Tengguan" From the attack on the Qin army, he left Bonan. The Hejian defenders were in the Gang (read Jiang) (now Jianghai Village ), broken)
Looking at the pile of Yanling, I seemed to see only , a fish head and a huge bone frame left. The flesh was cut off , Yanling, piled , , like an innocent criminal, sitting in his own position, stretching his head and twisting his body, looking forward to the final verdict of fate.
You know, the people don’t recognize you. Haha, you smiled. They only know that my muscles can be used as fertilizer. For the work points , I got up early and went to bed and slept, but my muscles cost more than 2 cents. Isn’t you erecting a monument? You will have no disaster in the future. Looking at the pile of Yanlings that are secretly sad, I comforted me. Haha, Yan Ling was laughing at the sky, and I became the tomb of the "Earl", the son of the King of Yan in the Spring and Autumn Period, haha, haha!
I don’t believe that no one recognizes you. I looked around and found an old man sitting at the entrance of the alley on the south side of the road. I seemed to have found a savior and hurried over to ask about the situation of Yanling. The old man just said that he was 85 years old and asked Yanling Tudui and was speechless. I looked up again at the pile of Yanling, a thousand-year-old holy land. Such an experience caused a sense of desolation to surge in my heart.
What’s the matter? Are you afraid of having bones but not having meat? Yanling piled up and looked at me. I nodded speechlessly, yes, as long as the bones are there, there will be the day when flesh will grow.
The fish bones will grow. Suddenly, the marlin fish appeared in my mind again...
May 7, 2015 Grass is on the banks of Fengshui River
