Autumn in October, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. At the invitation of Mr. Han Zhong, an oriental prose teacher,101October 27 -29, I was pleased to attend in Zibo? Haihe cup? National Literary Grand Prix Award Ceremony and Luzhong Pen Club.
From the moment I received the invitation, my mood began to fluctuate. First, I have been fascinated by this mysterious land of Shandong for a long time. Jiang Ziya, Confucius, Qi Huangong, Guan Zhong, Han Xin, Fan Zhongyan, Pu Songling and other famous people in China history have left footprints here. The world-famous Mount Tai, Confucius Temple, Shui Bo Liangshan and Penglai Pavilion also make me yearn for it. My mind switches to this picture from time to time:? At the end of spring, the spring clothes have been completed, with five or six champions and six or seven boys. Bathing is almost a deduction, the wind is dancing and singing. ? ; On the loess road, the dust is flying, and an ox cart slowly passes by. Kong Old Master Q, a member of Emei Broadband, sat in a safe position, leading his disciples around the world and spreading his message? Benevolence, courtesy, wisdom and faith? ; Longge forest, such as hunting with banners, horses neighing. After exploring the East and the West, Qi Huangong boarded the alliance platform and eventually became the first of the five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period; ? Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. ? At the foot of Mount Tai, melons, axes and umbrellas gather. Emperors of all dynasties rushed to Mount Tai to hold a ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods. Second, I often read the articles of my literary friends and come into contact with their gorgeous or simple words, always thinking about what they look like, always thinking about the scene of meeting them for the first time, especially the Galashan people (Wang Minggui) I just met at the pen club two days ago? Who is that quick-witted and eloquent old man?
Finally, on the evening of126, I boarded the train from Huai 'an to Zibo. Although it was a sleeper, I basically didn't sleep that night? The brain has been excited and sleepy. The flashing lights outside the window remind me that the mysterious land is getting closer and closer, and so are those literary friends who have been friends for a long time.
At 5: 50 am on the 27th, the train stopped at Zibo Railway Station. It was just dawn and there were few pedestrians on the road. I walked alone in a slightly deserted street. A gust of autumn wind blew and the leaves rustled. I couldn't help shivering, and a sense of loneliness far from my hometown and relatives crept into my heart. Walking into the collapsed hotel lobby, I saw several people busy. Somehow, I recognized Mr. Han Zhong at a glance. ? Welcome, welcome. ? Teacher Han Zhong rushed over to shake my hand. Those warm and powerful hands instantly dispelled the haze in my heart, and I seemed to have returned to a warm home.
As soon as we settled down, several literary friends couldn't hold back their great curiosity and were eager to feel Feng Qi's deep ancient charm. We made an appointment to visit ceramics museum, China near the hotel. According to historical records, Qi is one of the five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period and the seven heroes in the Warring States Period, and its national strength has been strong for a long time. The reason is that at the beginning of the founding of Qi, Jiang Ziya? Because of its vulgarity, simplicity and appropriateness, trade and industry are beneficial to fish and salt? Implement the economic policy of paying equal attention to agriculture, industry and commerce, and turn Qi into an oriental power in the shortest time. Successive ministers such as Guan Zhong and Yan Ying continued to pursue this strategy. Qi's handicrafts are very developed, such as pottery, smelting, textile and automobile manufacturing. Goods reach the world, and clothes wear the world? The prosperity of the scene. The ceramic industry is booming under such a background. The exquisite pottery with a long history made our group amazed, lingering and even forgetting to eat.
Maybe it's because we are hungry, maybe it's because we are in a hurry. We intellectuals, who think we have some accomplishments, don't cross the road by zebra crossing, and drivers in Zibo stop politely without exception. Let me, as a professional driver, personally experience the urban civilization of Zibo, and at the same time feel ashamed of my uncivilized behavior.
After the award ceremony in the afternoon, literary friends from all over the country had cultural exchanges. A literary friend with strong body and vigorous spirit took the lead in speaking. Although I don't fully understand his Shandong dialect, I can feel my heartfelt enthusiasm. Finally, he ended with a Tibetan poem:
The mountain is near and far away.
The sunrise in the east is full of clouds.
Zibo's laughter,
Welcome guests and send friends pancakes.
You are in contact with my friend.
? Welcome to Shandong!
Only then did I know that this old man who is over 70 years old but full of youthful passion is Shanren (Wang Minggui)! Unexpectedly, we met like this.
At the welcome dinner, the host and guest frequently raised their glasses to greet each other, and there was constant laughter and laughter. Although everyone came from afar with different customs and poor language communication, literature, as a matchmaker, narrowed the distance between them in the shortest time. I happen to have a table with Mr. Wang Minggui, and I learned from the conversation that Mr. Wang is over 70 years old. He was a teacher before he retired, and now he is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. In recent years, he has devoted himself to the study of Tibetan poetry and is determined to spread Tibetan poetry, a wonderful work of poetry, to the whole world in his lifetime. Listen, I can't help but respect this ordinary-looking old man who is even unkempt.
The next day, the organizing committee organized a visit to Qingzhou, a famous historical and cultural city in China. On the bus, Teacher Wang Minggui volunteered to be a tour guide. His warm and humorous explanation, Tibetan poems and Shandong Allegro from his mouth made everyone laugh. Literary friends have also come forward to display their talents, or recite poems or sing a song or introduce their hometown. Laughter, applause and cheers are endless, the autumn wind outside the car is rustling, and the spring inside the car is strong.
In Qingzhou, we visited Fangongting Park, Sanxian Temple, the former residence of Li Qingzhao, the ruins of longxing temple Park and Qingzhou Museum. Teacher Han Zhong is an expert in studying Qi culture. Have you ever taught us? Volunteer commentator? . What I used to know about Fan Zhongyan was "The Story of Yueyang Tower" in middle school textbooks. What about his famous saying? Congenital worries and worries, the joy and joy of later generations? I have a deeper understanding: in A.D. 105 1 year, Fan Zhongyan was appointed as the Qingzhou satrap. Is there a plague in Qingzhou area? Red eye? Fan Zhongyan sympathized with CoCo Lee's experience. Although he was ill, he brought liquan water and medicine himself. Qingzhou white pill? Distributing people stopped the spread of the epidemic and treated the people in Qingzhou. In Qingzhou Museum, the Buddha statues unearthed from longxing temple site are of different shapes and exquisite, which amazes literary friends. Teacher Li Qunsu was moved by this scene and recited a hymn, saying: I come from the depths of time/I'm not old/I come from a prosperous place/I'm not bitter/I didn't swear to love anyone/but I saved my soul every moment/swallowed all my pain/accepted everything with a smile?
During the visit, literary friends may listen to Mr. Han Zhong's explanation, stop and stare, take photos or communicate softly. Wandering in the heavy historical atmosphere, unconsciously, everyone has increased their knowledge and enhanced mutual understanding.
On the 29th, literary friends went to Linzi, the ancient capital of Qi State, to continue to feel the ancient charm of Qi State. We visited the Museum of Qi Culture, the ruins of the ancient capital of Qi, Huan Gong Tai, Confucius Tomb, Yanyings Tomb and so on. Mottled bronze vessels, exquisite chimes, towering Huan Gong Tai, sharp bronze swords and huge earth-sealing piles silently tell us the glory of that great country: Qi Huangong reused Guan Zhong, tidied up its armor at home and vigorously developed industry and commerce; External? Respect the king and oppose the foreign countries? Expedition to the East and the West eventually became the first of the five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period. A blockbuster, sweating like a pig, close friends, shoulder to shoulder, I don't know the smell of meat in March, a baby makes Chu, a cheap terracotta warrior is expensive, and two peaches kill three scholars? These idioms and allusions learned in textbooks before are vivid and vivid in front of our eyes. A gust of autumn wind blew and the leaves rustled. In a trance, I seemed to see the end of the road, and a four-wheeled carriage came at a gallop?
The short trip to Zibo made me fruitful. First, thanks to the kindness of the organizing Committee of the contest, I won a third prize; The second is to feel the profoundness of Qi culture. The third is to make many friends. Like Mr. Han Zhong, although disabled, he founded the literary journal Oriental Prose. He organizes pen meetings twice a year and produces a large number of writers, which is called by the media? Oriental prose phenomenon? ; For example, Li Ting, a teacher in Guangdong, is very busy at work, but she still insists on learning to charge in her spare time. She has successively obtained a lawyer's certificate, an accounting certificate and a psychological counselor's certificate, thus creating a set of educational management mode. It is well-deserved to win the first prize in this competition. Like teacher Liang Dongmei, she just attended the Southwest Writers' Pen Club and went to the Luzhong Pen Club without a break. Like Mr. Jiang, he is also a wage earner, but this does not affect his enthusiasm for literature at all. His poems are as fresh and meaningful as flowing mountain streams. Like Mr Zhao, although he is a chicken farmer, he still loves literature and has written many beautiful chapters to praise his hometown?
A few days ago, I read the "Decision" by the Japanese writer Tadao Muto. Change. " There is a view in the book that prices and house prices in China are rising now, but book prices are not. From this, the author draws the conclusion that there are fewer people studying in China, and China's cultural heritage is in an embarrassing situation, so China can't become a cultural power and a world power. At that time, I thought this view was reasonable, but this trip to Zibo completely subverted my previous sense of identity. Because from Mr. Han Zhong and Mr. Wang Minggui, from all my literary friends and ordinary drivers in Zibo, I have seen that the long-standing Chinese civilization is being passed down from generation to generation, and China will surely become a cultural power and a world power!
? Your eyes/I can't bear to look straight/I can only look at your back/I gradually leave. The pen meeting in Luzhong is coming to an end, and the literary friends will go their separate ways. A touch of sadness hangs over everyone's heart. Everyone added WeChat to each other, and often contacted and communicated, looking forward to the next reunion. Goodbye, Zibo! Goodbye, Shandong!
Text/Wang Huaiyang
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