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Bookmark and Share Dreams in Kashgar Dreams Outside Love Original 2021-08-11 13:34 Qin Renlang Chun
"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns." I am no longer a teenager, but I always dream.
In your dream, you are lying on the western edge of the desert, and the good fortune Zhong Shenxiu came from before the prehistoric times. In the north lies the Tianshan Mountains, in the south is the majestic Karakorum Snow Mountain, in the west is the Pamirs, and in the east is the vast Taklamakan Desert, but black gold is rolling under the vast sea, and there are many modern oil fields in the desert. .
The you in the dream is a piece of natural music, inlaid between the oasis and the vast sea. The meandering Aqikejilga River, Tuman River, Kizilsu River, Jiashi River and Yuepu Lake River form five wonderful lines, and the dotted towns and villages are your noisy jade land. plate.
In your dream, you are a square, with earthy yellow tones overlooking the sky of white clouds. In the Id Kah Mosque next to the square, there are often tambourine and suona ensembles, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes cheerful, and the ancient city moves with the wind. When it comes to festivals, the square will become a sea of people, officials and people regardless of skin color, young or old, regardless of gender, everyone is intoxicated by the grand Maxim Lavre, and even tourists can experience the dynamic.
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In your dream, you are an uncle leading a donkey, not rich but full of confidence. His gray hair is a record of the past years, and there is a sandy smile on his clear face. A pair of "tahuoer" were carried on the back of the donkey, one on the left and one on the right, and a lot of hard work poured out of their mouths. The sound of ping bang bang is the hope of your life, and the collision of walnut and walnut is like the sound of nature. On the way back, you played hot wap and chanted Youxin while sitting by the ditch. When you sang that the peach blossoms were in full bloom, you came to this world, and the donkey at home happened to have a foal that day, and you and the little donkey walked along the way. The little donkey became an old donkey, and the old donkey brought back a little donkey, and the life was endless, and the hot strings were plucked and the blood was passed down.
In your dream, you are a pair of braids that can reach your waist, one is thrown behind your back and the other is floating on your chest. The braided red head rope sways back and forth, like a red butterfly, which is particularly eye-catching. A knitted beanie, covering half of the black hair, not only has the simplicity that Charlotte Bronte bestowed on Jane Eyre, but also has a bit of the purity of Scarlett Scarlett in "Gone with the Wind". You didn’t have enough money to choose a few books, and you were reluctant to throw away any of them. I made up the difference for you, only to find out that you have an exquisite student face—white, long and round, with a little childishness between the slightly frowning black eyebrows , the big eyes like clear water are full of gratitude. When I went to buy books after half a year, the clerk accidentally handed me eighty-seven cents, and told the girl that she had been admitted to the university she was talking about. That day, in Jingya's bookstore, there was a scent of roses.
In my dream, I went to a big bazaar, which was full of people and bustling. Row upon row of shops are lined up with a wide variety of goods; the charm of the hawker attracts merchants from all over the world. The generous "Daisida" (a merchant from the Middle East) is full of jewels; the picky Europa is blond and blue-eyed, and the tourists in his mouth are more foodies. Spit" (thin-skinned buns) in front of the booth, there is only food in the dictionaries of gourmets, and there is no obesity.
In the dream, I paid homage to two castles of heroes, one south and one north, echoing each other. It is called Panlu in the south and Laining in the north. Panlu City used to be the royal palace of Shule more than 1900 years ago, and later served as the Changshi Palace of the Western Regions in the Eastern Han Dynasty. This move is the first of its kind to govern the frontier with the combination of hardness and softness. This "Shaanxi Leninwa" fortified the walls and cleared the country, cut off the enemy's traffic, and subdued the 70,000 invading troops of the Guishuang Empire without a fight, which made the Eastern Empire famous and far-reaching. Laining City was originally the residence of the Kashgar Counselor's Mansion under the command of General Yili of the Qing Empire. When the Qing army suddenly counterattacked, the Qing army was isolated and helpless. Counselor Qingxiang led more than a thousand government soldiers and merchants from the mainland to resist bravely relying on the city. heroic sacrifice...
In my dream, I visited three huge mazars, which are three historical Qilin tombs. Among them are two wise men who are buried in Mazari, one is Yusuf Hass Hajifu, the author of "Fule Wisdom", and the other is Mahmud Kashgari, the author of "Turkic Dictionary". These two great men are only two years apart, and the publication of the two great works was also at the time when Song Shenzong Zhao Xu appointed Wang Anshi to carry out reforms. They are not only monuments of Uyghur culture, but also indispensable treasures in the treasure house of Chinese culture. Another Mazar represents beauty, and its owner is said to be the Xiangfei (Concubine Rong) of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. There are all kinds of versions of her legend, but none of them can find historical evidence. Let us remember that in the 18th century, Ali and Zhuo's family had an unlucky beauty. Her "body was neither fat nor thin, and her eyebrows Like a crescent moon, her waist is like a willow, and her small mouth is very affectionate..."
In the dream, I returned to a military camp, the most precious time in my life, and shouldered the responsibility of defending the country and borders. The resounding wake-up call always sounds suddenly in a sound dream, and you have to wait until the weekend if you want to stretch yourself. The sweat of youth dripped on the Gobi stone, and evaporated instantly with the sound of "Zi'er"; the dark green clothes were wet, dry and wet again, and they were as hard as iron plates when they were taken off, and the pungent fishy smell was full of aggressive males. I also helped fellow villagers plant rice seedlings during camping and training, and I also practiced entering and exiting "battle formations" with actual soldiers. Once there was an incident on the southern front, the pistol was placed under the pillow, the bullets were loaded, and it was fully prepared to be fired at any time. When the war was over, he let out a long breath, but he didn't know whether it was a lifelong regret or something to be thankful for.
When waking up from the dream, the artistic conception is lingering. I remember that it was my third year in the army. I had just become a junior officer, and I was still wearing a soldier uniform without pockets, but I went with the section chief to the regiment in the suburbs of Kashgar to educate veterans. Most of the four to five hundred veterans were soldiers of my same age, and many of them were fellow villagers who were brought in by the same stuffy tank truck as me. Taking the battalion as the unit, they sat neatly on the horses. Facing me sitting high on the podium, they all had question marks on their faces, and their eyes were like lightning. I know it well, and I am trembling. If this class was according to the script, and I sang a high-pitched song, even if they didn't throw Maza up, they would tell me to get out. So I put aside the prepared speech and stood up and said: "Comrades, fellow villagers, each of you sitting under the stage is not necessarily worse than me, and I am not necessarily better than any of you on the stage. "The whole playground was suddenly silent, and even the leaders sitting on the stage were shocked. A few seconds later, there was a sudden storm of applause, and I saluted several times before it gradually subsided. I seized the time to say the most important words: "A barracks made of iron, soldiers flowing with water. Soldiers flowed with water, enriching the barracks made of iron. No one should take chances for their own strengths. Soldiers have no choice but to obey..."
Spring and autumn alternate, and seven or eight years pass in an instant. Things reversed when I asked to change jobs. The division commander and the political commissar advised me to withdraw my application, but I had made up my mind to go and felt that I was not suitable for development in the army. Lao Yu, the deputy director of the political department of the division, drove me to Kashgar Airport himself—his driving movements were stiff and funny, and the jeep was crazy under his manipulation. It was late autumn, the setting sun was crumbling in the sky, and the north wind was already somewhat chilly. Beside him is the sincere persuasion of the old chief, and in the distance is the hazy call of the new environment. We sat cross-legged in the Gobi Desert outside the terminal, a hunk of beef and two bottles of Ilite between the pebbles. Talk about the past with wine, and hide your sadness with a forced smile. Li Renyu is so friendly, there is no need to hide from each other. Leaving a place suddenly, there is always a lot of reluctance and nostalgia. This kind of affection has nothing to do with whether the past was glorious or sad...
Oh, Kashgar, why is Kashgar, which has experienced sand and soil, always so haunting?
Fragrant Concubine Tomb
In fact, my permanent military camp is not in Kashgar City, but in Shache, 190 kilometers away. Twelve Muqams originated there. By chance, I received an archaeologist under the ancient city wall of Shache. He said that this was the ancient battlefield where Ban Chao "one battle determined the universe". The reminder of archaeologists made me full of curiosity about this ancient land, but in the previous poor cognitive system, there was no knowledge accumulation of Ban Chao's "throwing a pen into the army".
Ignorance shames, shame inspires. I began to study history seriously, and tried to have a dialogue with the sages of the past dynasties. I found that my fellow Ban Chao is a person who cannot be described as great only. His 30 years in the Western Regions was the most successful stage of the Central Plains Dynasty governing the Western Regions before the Tang Dynasty. Banchao expelled the Xiongnu, guarded the borders to secure the people, developed the economy, and exchanged culture.
The ancient Shule City is the current Kashgar City. As the transportation hub of the "Silk Road", it has always been an international commercial port where Chinese and foreign businessmen gather. It was the capital of the Shule Kingdom in the former Han Dynasty and the early later Han Dynasty; the Tang Dynasty set up the Shule Governor’s Mansion here twice, and it was one of the famous "Anxi Four Towns" at that time; In the 10th year of Emperor Guangxu (1884), the Qing government set up the Kashgar Road, which governed the two prefectures of Shule and Shache and the Zhili Office of Yingjishaer, Pu Lifen Defense Office and Khotan Zhili Prefecture. During the Republic of China, this place was the third administrative region. After the founding of New China, it was successively the Southern Xinjiang District Party Committee, the Southern Xinjiang Administrative Office, the Kashgar Prefectural Committee, and the Kashgar Administrative Office. It is also the starting point of China's road to West Asia.
Maxilap of Id Kah Plaza
It happened that our department had two teams stationed in the outskirts of Tun Kashgar. I often went here to dispatch troops, and I had many opportunities to search for the remains of Panlu City at the confluence of the Tuman River and the Kyzyl River.
According to "Book of Han", "Book of Later Han" and other historical records, the south of Panlu City is the Kizil River, and the northeast is the Tuman River. There are troops stationed, even stables and vegetable fields, covering an area of more than 150 mu. This inference is also supported by the French archaeologist Pelliot. The bearded man visited the ruins of Panlu City in the early 20th century. He measured the remaining two sections of the ruined wall in the west and north of the site, and drew The calculated result is 58,835 square meters, which is only half of the original city.
However, it is a pity that although both rivers remember that in the first century A.D. there was a general with a "swallow jaw and tiger neck" who led his thirty-six warriors to "two links the Silk Road" and created unprecedented brilliance. . But in the backyard of a factory, I found a section of earthen platform, which was only seven or eight meters long. It is said that if it hadn't become part of the factory wall, the last remnant of Panlu City would have been dug up by the residents and taken off the adobe. Adobe is the main building material for local residents to build houses and walls, and it is called "Huqi" in most parts of the north. In the era when "buttocks" were pronounced as "Dianbu" proudly, no one knew how many ancient city bricks were piled up in pigsty, how many thread-bound books were rolled in mohe smoke, and even the place name of Kashgar has always been called "Hash," few were surprised.
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Why can't the huge Kashgar retain an ancient city?
The wind told me: In the vast Taklamakan desert, dry winds blow up at every turn. Either the east wind brings warmth, or the west wind kills, and sometimes there are tornadoes. The stones will fall down at will, no matter whether it is a Gobi or a village below.
The moon told me: "The moon is bright in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty is the pass." Kashgar, which is located on the western edge of the desert, has risen and fallen, and has always been connected with the fate of the country. When the country is strong, the frontiers are in a state of peace and stability, where they live and work in peace and contentment. Once something happens to the court and civil strife arises, those restless forces will be ready to move, and even collude with external forces to obtain their own at the cost of blood flowing into rivers and people dying. self-interest.
Someone also told me that the devastating damage caused by Panlu City probably originated from the invasion of southern Xinjiang by the Haohan Dynasty. It is the pain of the modern Chinese nation that the great country is occupied by the small country of Quer. The Haokand Kingdom is our country's west neighbor. When Erdeni ruled, it was attached to China in 1760 (the 25th year of Qianlong), and his successor Narbuta continued to be a vassal to China. Later, in the era of Omar Khan and Madari Khan, Kokand became more and more powerful, and its territory extended from the Aral Sea to the south of Lake Balkhash. At this time, China was experiencing the Taiping Rebellion, and the imperial court was unable to look west. He led his army to occupy southern Xinjiang. Wherever the iron hooves of the invading army went, the oriental inclusive culture deposited in the Western Regions since the Qin and Han Dynasties was trampled and destroyed. Agubo brought southern Xinjiang into another religious culture, and it is better to kill than to kill.
Leining City Ruins
In the late 19th century, Liu Jintang, a native of Hunan, accompanied Zuo Zongtang to the west and became the first governor of Xinjiang after recovering southern Xinjiang. When he took office in Urumqi, he entrusted Kashgar Daotai to rebuild Panlu City at the original site. The name of this Daotai has not been found out, but it is not known whether it is due to the limited funds or the lack of essentials. The scale of the Panlu City it built was greatly reduced, only 20 mu, about one-eighth of the original site. Even so, due to the subsequent civil war and human factors, the small town was destroyed. Perhaps, survival is the most important thing in troubled times, and civilization is only emphasized in prosperous times.
A police friend told me that there is no way to see Panlu City, only Laining City, which is called "Yumlak Xiehaier" (round city) in Uighur. Although a piece of the eastern part of the city was cut off, and other places were also damaged by borrowing earth, after the police stationed in, protection was strengthened, and the basic shape was still there. The three gates in the south, north and west were basically intact, especially the It is the most complete urn city at the south gate. Touring inside and outside the city, reminiscing about the scene of the soldiers and civilians dying in Leining, my heart was ups and downs, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. When I climbed the scarred city wall and looked at the Kizilsu River in the south, I couldn't help but think of a hero who was revered as the "Fang God".
"Fangshen" whose real name is Huang Guifang, whose style name is Dingxiang, is from Hunan. In the river, the dam was opened, the enemy's conspiracy was thwarted, the city of Leining was saved from flooding, and thousands of officers and soldiers inside the city and tens of thousands of Uighur people outside the city were saved. However, the exhausted Huang Guifang was swept away by the flood at the age of 25. In order to commemorate this hero who sacrificed himself to save others, "Fang Temple" ("Fang" is a homonym for "Fang") has been widely built in various places in Xinjiang, and worshipped continuously. It can be seen that the words of the ancients are correct: think of the reason for wealth, and the hero does not ask the source. When we evaluate characters, we must not hold other people's historical stains and worry about them.
Geng Gong Temple
In fact, there is another hero memorial in Kashgar, that is Geng Gong Temple, which is located in the northeast of the city. It was also built on the Jiulong Spring in Kashgar in 1880 after the "parachute" Liu Jintang expelled Agubai. But he would rather build Panlu City later when he became the governor of Xinjiang, but he was anxious to build a Geng Gong Temple here, with good intentions and hard work.
In fact, Geng Gong and Ban Chao were fellow villagers from Shaanxi. The two had worked together under Dou Gu, the captain of Fengche. Geng Gong was a Sima, and Ban Chao was a fake Sima. In the seventeenth year of Yongping in the Eastern Han Dynasty (AD 74), Ban Chao led 36 warriors as a military commander to the south of Tianshan Mountain. A few months later, Geng Gong was appointed as Wu Xiaowei and led troops to garrison Beiting (in today's Qitai County) , and Guan Chong, the Ji Xiaowei who was stationed in Liuzhong (in today's Shanshan County), formed a corner, and they were collectively referred to as "Wuji Xiaowei".
A year later, Geng Gong was besieged by the Xiongnu army. He fought to the death and refused to surrender when he ran out of ammunition and food. He was finally rescued. After that, Ban Chao also faced the predicament of Shule Wang Zhong's rebellion, isolation and helplessness, and being trapped in Panlu City for more than two years. The difficulty was even more difficult than that of Geng Gong. To say that Liu Jintang "admired Geng Gong's hard work of guarding the Shule City north of the Tianshan Mountains 1800 years ago, for more than 300 days and nights, and was deeply admired by his spirit and integrity." The ready-made Panlu City, which represents the heroic spirit and integrity, is in Kashgar , why do you invite Geng Gong far away and ban Chao near you? Is there any reason here to criticize Emperor Hanzhang for listening to slander, treating heroes less, making Geng Gong dismissed from office and returning to his hometown, and dying in anger, and complaining for a generation of heroes?
Kowloon Spring/Geng Gong Terrace
When I was troubled by dreams, I once went to a famous temple in Zhongnan Mountain to ask for advice. The Taoist master who studied the "Book of Changes" was an acquaintance who did a small business in his early years. He didn't say anything, just let me look at the mountains. Mountains are a verdant world. On the left are mountains and mountains, and on the right are mountains and mountains. I couldn't find clues from the ups and downs of the mountains, and I vaguely felt that the way down the mountain seemed to be shorter than the way up. Unexpectedly, I saw a copy of "The Interpretation of Dreams" on the master's desk. A few words from the author made me suddenly enlightened.
Sigmund Freud said: "A dream is a real dialogue between a person and his own heart, a process of learning from himself, another life, a life that is closely related to himself."
As the psychiatrist said, in Kashgar, I climbed out of the well like a frog and saw a different blue sky. I established the prototype of the world view from the ignorance of the teenager, and formed the cognitive judgment of right and wrong from the ignorance of the people. In those ordinary years full of longing, I always dreamed of catching mice and chasing rabbits in the fields of my hometown, arguing over a math problem at school, or a few friends stealing watermelons and being chased away by adults. Sorghum scurrying around. Later, I changed jobs and returned to my hometown. After more than 30 years of exhaustion, I often dreamed of the big tree in the backyard of the old hotel in Kashgar, the yogurt from Beidaqiao, the shaved ice from Wusi Tang Boyi, and the pottery bowls made by old craftsmen in Gaotai folk houses. I don’t know if there are still reflections of elms and willows on the water surface of the Tuman River, or if there are still frogs singing in the rice fields in front of the barracks, and I don’t know if the uncle leading the donkey is still so happy...
Night view of Kashgar East Lake Park
Go back to Kashgar once in a dream, and talk about the Western Regions with people for thirty years! As we grow older, there will be fewer and fewer days in the future, and we will see less and less. As with people, so with things. I was finally driven by a dream. In August 2019, I set off from the ancient capital of Chang'an, followed the route that Dingyuan Hou Banchao entered the Western Regions, drove across Liupan, left Yangguan, passed Ruoqiang, passed Hotan, and lived in Shache , and soon arrived at Kashgar (ancient Shule city) that I was thinking of.
Kashgar, which has been away for more than 30 years, is not an exaggeration at all if it is described as earth-shaking. The roads are flat and wide, and there are rows of high-rise buildings on both sides of the street. The scale of the city has doubled, and the architectural style and people's living tastes have also tended to be modernized. The donkey carts that used to run around the streets can only be seen in scenic spots now, and the popular sedan chairs and motorcycles cause congestion at intersections from time to time.
An old friend lives in Kashgar. His daughter is Tingting, who is in her early thirties and is a native of Kashgar. Her big eyes are like the girl with long braids I met in Xinhua Bookstore back then. And after he heard my story, he teased me, the uncle I met for the first time: "There are many windy days, and the season of love is very short. The opportunity of life begins with every encounter, but not every encounter leads to making friends."
Think about it too, young people are always more rational than the older generation, live at a faster pace, they are not willing to waste time on unnecessary things. Life is long, whether it is long or short, how many encounters will be experienced during the period! Some encounters are sweet, some encounter bitterness, and some encounters make people have mixed tastes, and it is hard to tell what it is like.
Take a ride with little guide Tingting
Tingting led us to visit the streets and alleys in the urban area, and also led me on the asphalt road leading to the countryside, looking for the Uighur uncle who led the donkey. The donkeys in the village have been bred in captivity and have become an industry for the villagers to get rich. The value of each donkey is around 10,000 yuan, and no one is willing to ride it anymore. All the old people sitting in the cultural square at the head of the village call me "boss". I said that I am not the boss, I am here to find unforgettable memories. They said: the guli here is more beautiful than the other, the figs here are sweeter than the other, the watermelons here are transported farther by car than the car, and people who come here come to pick up the money in their pockets...
The humor and wit of the Uyghurs can be seen from this. Infected by their optimism, I was happy all the way to Panlu City, which was newly built in 1994 - Banchao Memorial Park.
The reason why this Panlu City is called "Banchao Memorial Park" is because it was rebuilt on the site of Panlu City built by the Qing people. However, due to the dense population in the surrounding area and the difficulty of demolition, the scale of the park was greatly reduced, with an area of only 15 mu. No, it is actually a sign and a symbol. As soon as you enter the gate of the park, you can see ancient pavilions, stone archways, city walls and beacon towers, which are as old as old. Among the green pines and green cypresses, the tall statue of Ban Chao and the statues of thirty-six warriors lined up in two rows stand majestically, with a strong sense of heroism in their solemnity.
I lingered among the statues, trying to wake up the sages who had been sleeping for thousands of years, but unfortunately there were no names on the pedestals, just some assumed positions-this is also commendable, because the "Book of the Later Han" that records this period of history is the Southern Dynasty closest to the Later Han According to the historian Fan Ye, Fan Ye did not list the names of the thirty-six warriors under Ban Chao, and the research of later generations has nothing to rely on. The fly in the ointment is that the "History of the Rafters" on the base of a statue is engraved as "History of the Rafters", which is a slight loss, a huge difference.
Assortment of national musical instruments
I casually interviewed a few young tourists at the gate of the park and asked them what they thought of Ban Chao. Some say it belonged to a general, some say it belonged to a great governor, and some can say idioms such as "throw a pen and join the army" and "you can't get a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's den". One of them said that Ban Chao was a great man, which surprised me and comforted me. If you sleep in Dingyuanhou in Luoyang, you can hear the childish answer from the child, and you will have no regrets and smile at Jiuquan.
Haoshi, the spirit of Haoshi, is my main experience in studying Banchao. I published a long historical novel "The Biography of Ban Chao" before, which also takes the spirit of Haoshi as the main line. I stubbornly feel that peace makes people relax, ease breeds laziness, "little fresh meat" biases public opinion, and economic prosperity is like the Song Dynasty. The lessons of the subjugation of the country are vivid in my mind. Surrounded by thorns, the rising era must arouse the spirit of Haoshi!
When the lights first came on, Kashgar became a city that never sleeps. The ruins of Leining City, which I had never repaired, drove to Jiulong Spring and enjoyed the reflections of pavilions and pavilions in the surging spring water. I suddenly remembered the ancient song "The moon is full of ice, the lights burn the land and the sea, and people step on the spring sun", which seems to be the current situation of Kashgar.
Visiting Kashgar University (2nd from left is Vice President Luo Haibo)
Jiulong Spring has existed for a long time and got its name because of its nine springs. Later, Liu Jintang built the Geng Gong Temple on the Jiulong Terrace next to the Jiulong Spring, and used the springs under the platform as a metaphor for the story of Geng Gong worshiping the well and stabbing the spring with his sword. People also called it Geng Gongquan. Although I thought that Liu Jintang's thinking was too precise and attached, and the result was that the hero's deeds were blended with "adding oil and vinegar", but I still bowed deeply to the statue of Geng Gong on the leaping horse on the stage. Because I know that Geng Gong is also a great man, worthy of the admiration and respect of future generations.
Climbing up the stairs from behind the statue of Geng Gong, you will enter the Geng Gong Temple on the top of the platform. This is the highest point of the ancient city, one tower and one shrine, which solidifies the mourning of the ancients for the people of today. Looking down, you can have a panoramic view of the beauty of the night view of Kashgar. Between the criss-crossing ribbons, there are flowing clouds of light and flashing and changing neon lights, which make the high-rise buildings full of mystery. If Cen Shen, a frontier poet, was reborn, he would never sigh that "in autumn there are only geese, and in summer there are no cicadas"!
More than 30 years ago, I also went to Geng Gongtai to mourn the ancients. At that time, the place name in this area was Geng Gongtai, but all the memorial facilities were completely destroyed. The one who brought me here was Mr. Zhu Guanghua, a well-known local playwright and chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. His movie "Front Country Love" was being screened nationwide at that time. In addition to discussing Geng Gongtai's past and present life from historical records, we also discussed his films. Before that, Mr. Zhu had been a matchmaker and introduced me to a female doctor who was fond of photography. But I have no fate with that girl. We gathered around the fire one winter night, opened a bottle of wine, and played Teresa Teng's songs. The atmosphere was not lacking in romance. A spark of love. Today, I don’t know if that doctor still wears the bright moon of Kashgar, but the respected Mr. Zhu has returned to Sichuan and Chongqing. Every time I think of it, it is always embarrassing.
Group photo with old Mr. Qiu Ling (left 2)
Fortunately, when I looked up, I saw the three big characters of "Geng Gong Temple" on the mountain gate and the couplet of "weeping blood to raise money for thousands of years, and serving the country with heart for hundreds of generations", and I was a little relieved. I am very familiar with these cursive strokes, the pen is fast and easy, free and easy, and it is the handwriting of old Mr. Qiu Ling at first glance. Mr. Qiu is familiar with Mr. Zhu, and he is also my old friend. He joined the party in his seventies and is a storyteller. When we met, he was editing the supplement of "Kashgar Daily", and his work and life were not smooth. Later, he left Kashgar and became a famous calligrapher in China. He was active in the stage of calligraphy art exchange between China and foreign countries all the year round. His works were collected by institutions such as the Great Hall of the People and Chairman Mao Memorial Hall. Two years ago, he came to Xi'an to find me. When we met, he didn't know whether the 80-year-old man was in good health. However, the cultural department engraved Mr. Qiu's calligraphy on the commanding heights of the ancient city, which can be regarded as a very high courtesy to the old man.
"The moon and stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south." Heroes go away, celebrities go away, and every one of us ordinary people will go away. No one can grow old like Muztag Peak, year after year. In prosperous times, you are lucky, in troubled times, you are in danger. All the vanity is just a wisp of smoke. Only the old sites and old places left over from the years can leave some historical memories for future generations. Against the Falling Flower Wind".
When I left Kashgar, Professor Luo Haobo, the vice president of Kashgar University, told me: Kashgar’s tourism has long lingered at the low end of "one bazaar and three Mazars". theme. If the existing Panlu City - Geng Gong Temple - Laining City (Fang Temple) is further repaired and upgraded to form the theme of "three heroes in one ancient city", Kashgar's tourism will be integrated into the history. The context has the soul of culture.
I take it for granted. A city cannot be indifferent to its own history; a culture cannot deviate from its core value.
