Along the River During the Qingming Festival

Northern Song Dynasty, Bianjing, Bianhe

The bustling crowd is mixed with the cries of vendors, the unfathomable low voice of fortune tellers, the greetings from teahouses, the laughter of children and the lively capital. In the early morning, the important transportation hub Bianhe has been full of merchant ships. The grand Hongqiao disembarked, ships came and went, and the bridge was crowded with people. A big ship is about to cross Hongqiao, and the boatmen are very busy: punting, hooking the bridge, supporting the rocks with hemp rope, and putting down the mast so that the ship can pass. People on the neighboring ship are also pointing fingers, and people on the bridge are also sweating for it. Who is not nervous inside and outside the ship? A man standing on the shore smiled, turned and stepped into the crowd, disappeared and sighed: What a clear river.

at present

Bianhe, Kaifeng, Henan

Another morning, a man with a backpack stood by the river and seemed to be a traveler. He inquired to passers-by about something: "Hello, is that bridge over there Hongqiao?" Passers-by said with a smile, "Yes, this is an important creation in the history of ancient bridges, and it is listed as one of the top ten famous bridges in China. . . . . . "He thanked passers-by and looked around the riverside garden in Tomb-Sweeping Day. According to the ratio of 1: 1, the Riverside Map on Qingming Festival was restored. The "quaint" Hongqiao is like a wooden boat, but it does not belong to the different prosperity of that dynasty. It seems to have died with the Bianhe River. Hongqiao is surrounded by modern commercial atmosphere, hidden in the grand scenery of Kaifeng New District. High-rise buildings shine in the sunshine of the new century.

future

Bianhe, Henan, under Hongqiao.

On a foggy morning, under the empty Hongqiao, a man patted Hongqiao with his hand. Hongqiao, which has witnessed the rise and fall of the city for decades, has time to carve up the vicissitudes of life. Around Hongqiao, scattered huts and the Bianhe River flowing quietly at the foot are all silent tellers. The fog gradually dispersed, and another sunrise took off, and a noisy day kicked off in the rising sun. The man looked at Hongqiao carefully. It's a little old, but people protect it well-it's the wealth of mankind. Leave Hongqiao and walk aimlessly. It turns out that the door of the resident's house is open. Why are all the people wearing clothes from the Northern Song Dynasty out? Roy, a low-rise building in the Northern Song Dynasty. This, is it the past? No, it's just that people restored the whole city to the ancients in order to walk Hongqiao. But the only mismatch is that people wearing ancient shirts are talking in the current language, and some people are driving slowly through the alleys in solar cars-that is, travelers who come to enjoy the scenery of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Xu Bu walked up to the place where he could see Hongqiao and stared at the bridge. This is the intersection of ancient and present.