Ziweihua ancient buildings

Recommended: Qiao Yuan, with ingenious design, unique handwriting, fresh and refined scenery, is fascinating. This scene in the garden, in the vicissitudes of history, still maintains a kind of peace and calm. Clever design also lies in the structure of the article. Following the pen and ink in Mr. Chen Congzhou's prose, the author imagines a conversation with Mr. Chen Lao as a daydream in a real trip, thus showing the beauty of Qiao Yuan and expressing the author's respect for the elderly.

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Between the former Qiao Yuan Hotel and the back garden, there is an inconspicuous moon door, and the word "Jin Sheng" is engraved on the moon door, which is said to be written by Mr. Chen Congzhou, an ancient garden master. Walking into that door, I seemed to see Mr. Chen standing there trembling with a cane.

I learned about this garden through his old man's essay "Taizhou Qiao Yuan" published in 1977. I also want to walk into this garden with his pen and ink. I think this is where this garden allows me to travel through time and space.

Stepping into the moon gate, the winding side is full of bamboo, the pole is swaying, the breeze is out of date, and the rustling all over the sky sweeps away the noise outside the garden. Through the sparse bamboo forest, you can see the mountain thatched cottage with eaves and walls and red pillars cloisters not far away.

"This is the core of this garden," Mr. Chen said slowly, standing in front of the hall.

"Just visiting, is it at the core?" I paid a smile and carefully expressed my doubts.

"Once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. Many changes have taken place here, but they last forever. " The old man caressed the red column and looked empty. I think he is very insightful about the gardener who built the garden a long time ago, and hides his smile in his heart.

For a long time, the old man said to me, "This thatched cottage should have existed at the beginning, and then the layout of Sanfeng Garden, Zheyuan Garden and Qiao Yuan was unfolded layer by layer. Today's planning is just another change among many. " He looked at the busy workers in the garden as if they were finishing up and he was planning again.

The thatched cottage is surrounded by windows, which are bright and clean. As soon as you enter the door, you can see the hanging Nanmu plaque "Sanfeng Garden", which is another title of this garden. The next couplet is "Han Dynasty Su Hai" above and "Tao Ju Zhou Lian" below. A few words are worth a thousand words.

The thatched cottage sits south and north, with a stone courtyard in front, a meandering pool in front, a rockery in front, hidden stones in the cave and waves in Liang Shi. Mr. Wang once commented: "These are very simple combinations, but the situation is new and unconventional."

Mr. Wang sat lazily in the class, holding a cup with a bowl, sipping half a cup of tea in a sunny room like an old squire; The house is full of fragrant tea, and the products are full of mountains. In my opinion, Su Han's bearing and Zhou Tao's elegant demeanour all fit into his old man's chest.

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I don't want to disturb my husband's meditation, so I quietly walked down and enjoyed the man's mountain alone.

Accompanied by the happy cries of early birds and the fresh smell of grass dew, people's mood relaxed a lot, then crossed the flying beam, crossed the steep valley, climbed the winding path, climbed the rock and climbed to the top of the mountain, in exchange for a little pride after victory.

At the top of the mountain, there is a pentagonal pavilion. Sitting in it, you can overlook the rugged rocks and lush vegetation in the garden. The renovation here is not over yet. I think after the project is completed, there will be several colorful fish in the pond at the foot of the mountain, because that pavilion is called "Fish Counting Pavilion".

If you can only count, is it a fish? It's more like enjoying the natural scenery. It's a lesson.

In the west, there are several fish pavilions, opposite to the flat stone bridge, there is a cypress tree, which is intertwined and vigorous, just like a hermit in this small courtyard, overlooking the vicissitudes of life left here by years.

There are three stalagmites planted next to the old trunk of Cooper, which is another object to witness the vicissitudes of this garden, and this is why this ancient garden is called "Sanfeng Garden". During Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty, Zhou Yao, a contemporary, painted a landscape map of Sanfeng Garden here. In his inscription, he said, "Three stalagmites stand on the south side of the Right Garden, which are light blue in color and exquisite in sound ...". Later, these three pieces of historical evidence were partially lost, and after being searched by the local cultural relics department, they were found here and reunited.

Now, these three stalagmites have been relocated according to the positions described in the Landscape Map, which should be regarded as another version of the interpretation of the complete return to Zhao. How many people can only taste the taste?

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On the rockery in Qiao Yuan, there is a flower wall with curved eaves of gray tiles, which separates the two courtyards. One end of the flower wall, a corner of the courtyard, is a semi-pavilion built against the white wall. Seeing Miss Zhou sitting there on crutches in a trance and smiling at me in the bright sunshine made me even more uneasy about going to the exam out of thin air.

Sure enough, when I approached, the old man asked me, "Do you have any feelings about this mountain?"

"There is no wonder, no wonder", I tell you the truth, "Only the mountains are open-minded, simple and heavy".

"Taizhou does not produce stones in this place, so the varieties obtained are different from Huangshi and Hohhot. Only by turning around in this huge mountain forest can you feel the patchwork. "

"Never."

"Building a mountain is like being a man, not being ferocious or flattering, being in harmony with the heart, and taking the peace and calmness of nature."

I was particularly puzzled, but I nodded.

"The structure has both changes and integrations, and there is no trace of an axe chisel. It is a masterpiece. "

I seem to know something.

The old man nodded with a cane and said, "The mystery of this mountain lies in this mountain."

Looking down the hill, beside the Quchi River, you can see a cave made of lake stones after crossing the small arch bridge. The mouth of the cave is narrow and obscure, but its name is "Capsule Cloud".

Walking in with his head sideways, he seemed to have got into someone's intestines, tightened his guard, and struggled with the tunnel one foot deep and one foot shallow, and struggled with the twists and turns of the tunnel.

Fortunately, the dark tunnel is not long. After several turns, several women were chatting and joking in a bright place not far away. When you turn around, you have to walk from the intestine to the stomach, because the cave there suddenly stretches and widens a lot.

I think this is the place where the cloud can be trapped, and it is also the place where Teacher Chen compares it with Su Yuan, which is particularly rare.

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At the end of the big mouth hole, low oblique light is introduced.

Two whispering women are sitting in the shade of the cave. One is scraping the skin with a knife, and the other is picking green beans quickly. My sudden appearance surprised them, so they kicked the basin under their feet to make way for me, and at the same time covered their mouths with the back of their hands, huddled together, chewing Subei dialect and laughing endlessly.

Being able to return to the world again made me a little more happy, so I smiled and greeted them while carrying a big bag around the big basin at my foot. "Sister-in-law, I seem to have eaten pigskin soup today." I don't want to say this, but it makes them laugh. Two happy heads are intertwined.

Speaking of boiling pigskin soup, my mouth is watering again. This dish is a home-cooked dish in Shanghai and Nanjing, and is often eaten after meals in Huai 'an.

When I first arrived in Huai 'an, I thought it was fried white meat, which was soft and crisp, and I liked it very much. Later, I knew it was skin, so I avoided it. However, I still like to watch people cut the skin into strips and fry it slowly. I still like to drink a bowl of fried mung bean soup after dinner.

I really like it. It still makes my mouth water when I think about it now.

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After passing through the cave of the capsule cloud, and passing through the flower wall on the mountain, I came to Zuoyuan.

Above the Capsule Cloud Cave is the majestic Laiqing Pavilion, which was reconstructed according to the textual research of Sanfeng Garden. It is said that it used to be the tallest building in the old town of Taizhou. Just finished painting, the door is locked, so I can't climb up to see the new Taizhou city.

Opposite Laiqing Pavilion, there is a mountain house with green trees, and there is a path with stone inlaid flowers, which is euphemistically between pavilions in the forest. That road is also examinable, nicknamed "Shilin".

The "secluded place" where the "winding path" reaches is a small courtyard. Passing a vase-shaped moon gate is another unique cave. There is a small pond in the garden, as flat as a mirror, dotted with several water lilies, with pale pink flowers. The dam was randomly built from the rugged Yellowstone National Park, and there was a dense bamboo forest beside the winding path of the dike. There is a bamboo house among the bamboo forests, and it also smells like a newly broken bamboo stick. This is the "bisected bamboo building".

Behind the bamboo house, you can already see the tall buildings outside the courtyard wall, which is the world of fireworks. Only in this small yard can there be peace of mind and peace of mind.

I don't know when, Chen Lao has stood quietly by the pond, still leaning on crutches, staring at the lotus flowers in the pond and the red fish in the water that can turn around quietly even by shaking its tail.

I unloaded my heavy backpack on the bank and put my cigarette in my mouth, but I couldn't find a lighter all over my body. Most of the water in the small pool has been released, which is very shallow. In the dike, there is a faint stench that has never been seen before. Several flies took off from there and buzzed around me, trying to find a place to land on my face, but I waved them away.

In the pool, several water lilies are quietly blooming, and a dragonfly quietly falls on the petals of the lotus, and then suddenly disappears. The water is oily green, but I didn't see the clever red fish I expected, only a tired face, a cigarette in my mouth and a daze with my neck stretched out.

The wind blew in my ears, thin bamboo rustled with the wind, and a humming Kunqu melody came beautifully. "The wind blows in the yard, shaking the spring like a thread. Stop for a long time to adjust the bud. Didn't carry LingHua and others half a face, being teased by colorful clouds ... "

I suddenly looked up and called "Sir".

Mr. Wang is no longer around, only the breeze blows over my cheeks, arousing the bamboo language all over the sky, and accompanying the noise outside the courtyard, sending me back to the truth of this world

Suddenly, I found several crape myrtle trees blooming brightly in the bamboo forest opposite the bamboo house. The vitality of life is like ... like an eternal flame.

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Some opinions and sentences in this article are taken from Qiao Yuan in Taizhou by Mr. Chen Congzhou, and I would like to pay my deep respect to Mr.. ..

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