As soon as I got off the bus, I checked into a clean little hotel on Changchun Road. I chose him because there is a piece of green water across the road from this small hotel, with green weeping willows and delicate peach blossoms on the shore. The wind is full of the breath of spring. I sat under the tree, feeling relaxed and free, and the fatigue of the journey vanished immediately. It's amazing!
Stay and look at the map. God, we actually live next to Tianyi Pavilion. Naturally, we should go to Tianyi Pavilion first. I have seen the introduction of Tianyi Pavilion in a documentary before, which is probably about a family named Fan in the Song Dynasty who loves books and books. When I went in to visit, I saw the cobblestone-paved ancient road, simple and elegant ancient houses, dignified ancient furniture and fine-print ancient books. At this moment, I felt "ancient". The original feeling of "ancient" seems as old as time and space, but today, standing in it, the distance of space has been shortened to zero, and time seems to go backwards. My heart became very solemn, and the photos I took in front of the library changed because of the afterglow of the sunset. When taking pictures on the mountain, I thought of money, a woman who loves books and wants to go upstairs to read all her life. The image of a sensible and polite virtuous woman stood in front of me and filled my heart. The feeling of that moment was left in the electronic picture.
Then I wandered around this old house for a long time and lost my sense of direction. Seeing the door, I walked into the alley and went in. What I saw was a more magnificent courtyard. The staff said that this was a commercial and residential building in Shenyang from the Ming Dynasty to the Republic of China, and the exquisite flower and bird patterns are incomparable to the current rich Jia. There are three large families in this area, and I visited their family layout structure since the Song Dynasty, namely, Xiulou (there is a room for ladies to learn needlework, and the TV series is about the place where ladies Chun Qing are rippling and having an affair, which really slanders their ancestors), children's room, private school room, mill (it is said that women in Ningbo made glutinous rice snacks on holidays at that time to declare their cooking skills), and exquisite small bamboo baskets filled with snacks. At first glance, it seems to be an ordinary scholar-bureaucrat family, orderly and hardworking. You see, in the kitchen on the first floor, wives are trying their best to make glutinous rice snacks, which are more delicious than those on the market. Under the guidance of the old gentleman, the sons sat in the private school room reading, practicing calligraphy and abacus; On the second floor, babies are babbling with their wet nurses; Only girls around the age of 10 are absorbed in learning embroidery. They embroidered the inner beauty, the outer beauty and the spring outside the door on this brocade. It is this kind of education handed down from generation to generation that has led to the beautiful embroidery of our Chinese nation. The women in these embroidered buildings are definitely not the images of femininity, ignorance and infidelity fabricated in today's film and television dramas, but the virtuous, studious, hardworking, intelligent and shameless women representatives in China.
After visiting this old house in Tianyi, I feel that I was misled in the past. The books and movies I have seen before make it seem that the rich people in the past are all adulterers and shameless people, and they are the representatives of despicable human nature. And several big families here are full of preciseness, order, diligence, wisdom, creativity, shame and filial piety and profound national cultural plots, which are the "roots" of countless Chinese sons and daughters, and these are exactly what we miss.