Fruit from north to west, from ancient to nuo township, my steps seem to have never left JiNa, leaving those ancient villages in southern taihang mountains, ornament when I carefully into the ancient villages, trying to read those engraved in ash brick is a park between the rings of symbols, writing those raised in criss-crossed the farm in the seedling height, I suddenly found that they draw the outline of the model of ancient country far, move in the star turn, in the long years of alternating morphs into pieces of solid and rich connotation, composed and implicit memory of fossils, ancient? But it actually exists. Last year in north fruit, inadvertently found that honour save all beings of goddess of mercy and a satchel hk serviced apartment, feather quill, double hammer in hand, the general wu was prepared at the same time the village's only temple temple, surprised, inquire, unexpectedly is general Han Chang liao countries. For a moment, I woke up: north fruit - north, hu - hu. This little village in the folds of taihang, which was the battlefield of the two kingdoms of song and liao for more than 1,000 years. Immediately, the sound of xiao xiao's horse, the sound of the song, accompanied by the sound of the distant song. The smoke of war went away, leaving the spirit of the rubbings. My eyes seem to have the golden golden horse, the flag hunt. Another early spring, I stood at the entrance to sijing village. It was the new, tall arch that led me to stop. The road west to the west went west, and the head did not return. Through the arch, well I just west of the guests, the village was dirt road construction, a half PingZhanZhan, clad in a brand new loess, the prototype of the wu wear the wet road, like a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, don't leave a footprint, the other half is obviously as the mouth of the old woman. Abandon car, hike to village, fortunately the village of gray tile, green brick already in line of sight. Through the sky above the village, my eyes first touched the green on the distant hills and the distant hills. The dull grey of the taihang mountain, which is also covered by the grass and the rain, is the same as the light green of the clouds, and the fog is as dense as the mist. The tree on the roadside, the early spring of tender goose yellow is illuminated by the sun in the late autumn metal white, at the foot, there are the flowers blooming flowers on the side of the road, the younger daughter of the soft, shy. I caught the sincere invitation in the eyes of the native park. This is the village of hundreds of years after the migration, except the hutong and quadrangle, the village is simple and no more features. The quiet and deep roots of the village are deeply rooted, like the shade under the black eaves, and the tranquil and warm nature of the countryside is no longer open. The north fruit hu people's detachment has not disappeared from my eyes, the family of sijing came to me from the royal family hundreds of years ago. The first family name is all the clothes, the glory and the qi festival hide in the vicissitudes, the fierce and the Confucian master of chinese medicine hong kong. In the central plains, in the east taihang warm wind, the Mongolian office, a descendant of genghis khan migration QiongYin, like taking the train of time, the tunnel across the nearly 700 passage, history is not flooded Huang Chen road, at the end of the memory, as an old man composed and slow statement thud, tattoo. The time was played back to the end of the yuan, and the people who had been in a great deal of surprise and fierce fighting were gradually becoming more and more violent after nearly a century of bravery. In 1368, zhu yuanzhang went to the state of hao state, and in the northern part of the Ming army, yuan shun fled most of the country, and in the north, he was killed by Ming soldiers. As the only road to the northern expedition, henan hebei became the main battlefield of the war. Yuan dynasty herself, the third emperor uncle yue jiing frenzy that head flashing glory to his face a dilemma, as the yuan dynasty past, set herself he knew that he was once and all the way after Mr. Forces, will "kill without forgiveness, cut LiJue". Facing the long drive into the cold and shining sword spear, there is only one choice in front of the king: the state is broken, and the home cannot perish. It has been too much bloodshed and bloodshed to think of its own forefathers who had come from the desert of gobi desert. In only a few decades, however, the yuan dynasty, which destroyed the gold, the song, the plane, the central plains, and the vast territory of Asia, was completely destroyed. As yuan Chen, no matter how the brilliant yuan dynasty made him linger, he can only face a living, bloody reality, the world is big, only want to be able to wear a place. Besides, he also had a milk. Milk eighteen son, this eighteen, end, is to show, the United States, the letter, flat, intelligence and hui, in the method, the bright, pretty, elegant, and John, Jane, rick, xian, righteousness in the name of the child truly exist in front of their own. They have only one basic requirement: to live. He didn't think that he had been a fugitive from the yuan dynasty, and that he had been the first king of the jin dynasty. That winter, because there was no snow, the dust couldn't be quiet, and the mood of the sun was drifting in the middle of nowhere, without the force and direction. A civil servant with no power in his hand, encountering such a chaotic and chaotic war era myob support, has been a great misfortune in life. What wisdom and courage should he use to save a young man, helpless, with a cry of fear, and a man to be killed? That would be like throwing a moth into a fire and throwing it away. At this point, to the yuan dynasty the political enlightenment and national united armband fuzheng frenzy in the heart filled with wisdom of grassland seals, his situation, face the present with sharp eyes. May be in a night, composed of yue jiing made a move as blood, he will be a piece of blank paper flat out on the table, write that a big show off guard "yue", long staring at, and then, with thick ink BaoZhan passion on the word "yue" wrote the a heavy, from top to bottom, indomitable spirit. The family had no family, the former imperial family was gone, the family of courtiers were gone, and a clear and unspoiled "shen" was born. From then on, the figure of a prairie king who had been dressed in a coat of fur, and of which the eagle was a spiritual totem was found in the family name of han people, leaving the lonely and cold of his cloth clothes. I have no reason not to be moved. The anonymous family settled in the Shanxi Province and escaped a temporary robbery. This is a bold but sensible move. At the time of shanxi and the war-torn, compared to the central plains of China is quite different: shanxi luliang according to the east, west, south depends on the Yellow River, north to the Great Wall, the terrain it is since the ancient times, easy to keep difficult to attack, the land is fertile, rich underground mines. Yuan di race in his "river house (PuZhou) in repairing the cities" writes: in today's whole fire spreading, Yellow River north and south bones and only in hedong area of Shanxi Province, the people prosperous. "There is something to be done, to be bred." According to the historical records, at that time, the zhongshan mountain "thousand camphor pine", "cypress crisscross", "the persimmon forest land, the ancient cypress full cliff". And the water of the fen river is rippling. In his "autumn equinox", emperor wu di of the han dynasty has the description of "a ship in the pan, the middle of the river". This prosperity has not changed much at the end of the yuan. There is a strong contrast between the flourishing of the people here and the people of central plains under the shadow of war. A large number of refugees flooded into shanxi. Gradually, shanxi also "has a difficult livelihood". Finally, in 1388, the Ming family department assistant minister liu jiugao played for zhu yuanzhang, moving the people of shanxi to the real central plains. The unprecedented migration of shanxi's hongtong was kicked off. For the shin family, just after a steady life, more trials and tribulations followed. Zhu yuanzhang's general xu da heard that there was a big family in the Shanxi Province, and the family was well-off. The ancestral hall, which was changed, could not save a young man's life. "Family will face a new killing, a succession of war let composed of yue jiing a cliff diving in the shortest possible time to make a decision: he will be eighteen son to eyes, will own a copper fell for 18 pieces, to 18 of his sons, the eldest son Wen Xiu and other brother each hold a, migrate, each rush thing. If we meet later, we can prove it. The departure of the parting, the bowels to the bowels, that is how a life and death. Generation of declining eunuch princes, mixed with hungry people remain, a south, south, accompany them is the wind and rain, is the whine of wild geese flying south, is niang calls pro-children teary-eyed. What's the end of the road? Where is the end? Where do you belong? Wandering around in the eyes of the desolate, remote and desolate, their eyes reveal more than the longing, not the hope, the confusion, the fear and disconsolations of the rest of the life. They did not know that this was the year when they were separated, their brothers were separated, and there was no time to meet again. This is a journey that has a starting point but no end. It goes on, the thorns all over the place, the wild hazel, looking back, the remains of the dead, the desolate. As they rolled all the way to one of the thirty miles of the city of shriver today, in the village of shenjiazhuang today, there were difficulties, fatigue and despair. Where giant ridge north of here and two extension, the east big jian, the rocky terrain, in the face of the front sight journey, troops here seem to hear the cry and the scary shows all the way. Obviously, the natural conditions are far worse than the killing of soldiers. They decided to settle down, dig the soil, reclaim the land, build the roads, and the smoke rose, and a village named shen was born. Today, here also have a XiGong bridge, is "the home of a man named XiYan later Ming donated repair, eight years as ShenZhuang Jian Village hard evidence, XiGong bridge pedestrian, so far as the shoe would. The forefathers were there, and the remains remained. Ming army of northern smoke has not been cleared, migration has just left the footsteps, ten years later, in 1399, the prince to fight for the imperial power to his nephew, emperor zhu di Zhu Yunwen out "no positive, the inside rape inverse, shall, there by QingJunCe" emperor MingZuXun, soldiers from Beijing, all the way down, hebei, henan, shandong, as nanjing, in hot water back into the central plains of China, dance crazy sand, blood spattered the sunset; The victims were scattered throughout the land. From then on, shandong fushan, jiangsu wu county, shaanxi shentou, henan yanjin, hebei's inner qiu, wei county, yongnian, wu 'an mines all left the people to flee the migration. For the asylum seekers, who fled to the river to be hunted by the officers and soldiers for the change of surname (river), the road to the roadside is the road, the surname is a family. I am using a "family tree of understanding the history of the lost has gone, although in the official Chinese history can't find anything about RMB a Hispanic family life from the dead, however, ebb tide, a drop in the ocean, how much is worth scattered in folk epic, stirring story. Today, years flow ShenXing family footprint has already spread all over the central plains, after verification, hebei YongNian quang is four son, descent, beauty on shahe ShenZhuang firstborn Wen Xiu descendants of wuan is seven west well son, the son of wisdom by mining moved to the village, around JiNa every village seems to be the ancient battlefield of official history of the legendary in the family. Yunyan temple in xii village west shengquan mountain in the mountains, the temple in the front of the mulberry leaves, the temple after the peach trees, here before spring rain flowers early, after autumn without frost leaves late. A gurgling spring, solidified in the depth of time, flows through the years, the drought is not dry, the flood is not full. A huge temple of the construction site, unexpectedly from this less than a square meter of water. When the temple was built, the flying eaves carved a building, set off in the light of the sunset, naturally producing some kind of fairyland. Temple after the cliffs, there is a natural cave, when the autumn wind blows, has possessed sound coming from inside the hole, like a mountain stream, and as energizes, hold their breath, is a kind of fairy whisper, whisper or Mongol stringed instrument, the shallow sing. Back mountain, located at the foot of a piece of open ground village west well, tree-shaded, strewn at random have send red park panoramic view, against the buildings around the farm, seedling height, shaking the comb miao weeding the back of the farmers, the village began to move up. I know that the west well in reality is plain and real, and I even smell the soil and the smell of grass. Occasionally, in the cool, flowing wind, there really seemed to be a blade of grass that had been chewed and bitter. This is the geomantic treasure ground of the shenjia seven zi wenzhi posterity, they are attracted by the mountain, temple and spring here, since then, the foot of the migration has come to an abrupt stop here, no longer south. After settling down, father and filial son and brother, brother and brother, began to live in the farming and farming of the sons and daughters, so far, they have lived for 26 generations. Walked into the village, when you and the old man played holed up in the warm sun, let them from meditation and open narrowing her eyes in the back, and only when they are in your exploring eyes really realized you start like this hidden under the taihang green shadows swaying in the village, the village will let me remember the name of a person, yue, although the name is hidden in the octogenarian mouth, that's their ancestors. Perhaps, a figure, a group of figures began to appear before their eyes, and the sound of footsteps began to ring in their ears. Well there should be a double meaning here, should consider above all is the village of geographical location, taihang mountainous overlapping mountains and waters, tall and straight, not like the south of the Yangtze river water, also do not like plain, more than hundred meters mound dare called mountain, motenlin here, qing cliff village, north wudang mountains, lotus peak, powerfully peaks in km above, between the mountains and the crack, the patches of ground live on a few families, is a village, the village is generally referred to as "ping", not far away from the west well longevity village, formerly known as it is called "mugwort ping". Historically, the yuan has followed the principle of "no water and no village", and now the ubiquitous hutong of the village is the homonym of the Mongolian word "hot", which means that there is a gathering place for Wells. When I explore why give the arid village up a rich in the name of the meaning of the water, I seem to have found the answer: the holy spring mountain, YunYan temple next to the wang flow in one thousand, a perennial QingQuanShui, isn't it west village ShenXing family well-being?
