Lin Shiyu | Li Qiu, a gallery bridge in the northern Song Dynasty disappeared

The green waves under the sad bridge, once came from Jinghong. (Picture from the Internet)

On the day of the autumn, a bridge built in the northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by a fire, and my heart was broken.

Since the memo, it has been lying on the blue waves of Qingxi, the green room of the bamboo forest. I used to walk on my childhood, teenagers, youth, and middle age, from a crispy little girl to a middle -aged girl with a green silk dyed.

Every time I go home, as long as I have time, I will look at it. Seeing it was still there, I felt relieved. It makes me believe that no matter how the world changes, how the world changes, no matter how far my trip, I have seen a few clouds on the mountains, and what kind of life experience is unbearable. In my hometown, there is always such a bridge. Return. It never focuses on my success or failure, but just hugs the child who returned from far away with gentle blue waves and cool stream winds.

However, that day, my hometown friends told me that this bridge was gone. It was destroyed by an unknown fire. In the video he posted, the fire was shining, and the bridge had become a torment dragon with core dancing. After a while, the dragon slipped, and the whole body fluttered into the water. The fire was red red.

Millennium ancient bridge, once destroyed. Pain and pain! (Picture from the Internet)

Suddenly, the bridge pier was swaying, like a tooth bed that had just been brutally pulled by the barbaric, and the residual pain was so clear. Through the vast Pacific Ocean, I can feel the pain of the cone.

I learned the news on the way to New York to pick up my daughter. I suddenly burst into tears, and the street scenes in New York became blurred in my eyes -why do I take away my unlikely connection with my hometown, why do I take away me? Can this troubled world rely on less peace?

On the way back to New Jersey, I was talking to her about the past life of the bridge, and the current life of the four generations of our family who passed from the bridge.

This is the last dream of gallery bridge.

1. The past and present life of a bridge

The bridge has a nice name, Wan'an Bridge, located in Changqiao Village, Changqiao Village, Pingnan County, Fujian Province. It was founded in the Northern Song Dynasty and has a history of more than 900 years.

Many bridges in my life, many clouds in the world, and drinking many wines, but it is the most beautiful bridge I have seen in my life, the wandering clouds on the bridge pavilion, the lightest cloud I have ever seen. The rice wine made of river water is the sweetest wine I drank in my life.

How much I love it, a bridge across the whole process of life.

Although this bridge is called Wan'an Bridge, it has many fate. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, "the puppet stolen, there was only one board." In the 47th year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, it was burned and rebuilt in the seventh year of Qianlong (1742). 26 years later, he was burned again, and he could only set up a wood for crossing. In the 25th year of Daoguang (1845), it was built into a 34 -opening 136 -pillar bridge house, and it was burned again at the beginning of the Republic of China. In the 21st year of the Republic of China (1932), the bridge extends to the right bank of the 38 -opening 156 pillars.

After the past, when I was born, its bridge was 98.2 meters long, 4.7 meters wide, and 8.5 meters above the water surface. It was very atmospheric. It is currently the only longest wooden arch bridge in China. Looking from a distance, such as Changhong lying waves, the dragon goes out of the sea, the ring bridge is green, and it is beautiful.

The appearance of the gallery bridge. (Picture from the Internet)

For me, the bridge that I existed in my memory, in the troubled times of this "all things with the candle", are the constant changes and uncertainty.

In 1990, it was listed as a county -level cultural relics protection unit and was approved as a provincial cultural relics protection unit in the following year. In 2006, it was one of the "Northeast Fujian Bridge" and was listed as the sixth batch of national key cultural relics protection units.

The most unique part of it is to make wood as a bridge. In the Song Dynasty's "The Tap of the River in Qingming", there is a picture of building a water Hongqiao. "Tokyo Menghua Record" once recorded: "The giant wood is fixed, decorated with dan, like a flying rainbow." With the movement of the Song Dynasty to the south, the wooden arch bridge was almost extinct in the north, and the academic community once thought of being lost. In the 1980s, experts in Fujian and Zhejiang were surprised to discover many wooden arch bridges with "editing woods as bridges", which is considered to be the 2.0 version of the Hongshui Hongqiao.

The ancient gallery bridge of Fujian and Zhejiang was called the "Jurassic Park" in the history of Chinese bridges by bridge experts. (Picture from the Internet)

Among them, Wan'an Bridge in my hometown is a glorious pearl. It is a contemporary building with the Hongshui Hongqiao. It was built during the Yuanyou period of the Northern Song Dynasty.

During the Yuanyou period, Su Dongpo was degraded during this period, and the old and new factions were not pleasing. I sometimes fantasize. If he was exiled to my hometown at first, it is estimated that he would sit on the Wan'an Bridge every day, watch Bai Lu Hengjiang, and water and light. Life is free.

Regarding the past and present of this bridge, it was excavated after the implementation of rural revitalization in my hometown in recent years, and it fascinated me.

When I was young, it was just the bridge of my grandmother's house for me. After knowing its history, every time you walk on the bridge, you will feel a context that is rolling from the Northern Song Dynasty.

That's the so -called nostalgia of the past life.

2. Childhood on the bridge

Changqiao Village where Wan'an Bridge is located is my grandmother's house.

Going down from the bridge head, walking along the river pebble trails for five or six minutes, and the grandmother's house I was thinking about. Every summer vacation in elementary school, I basically spent in my grandmother's house. Roll with many cousin cousin cousins ​​and cousin cousins, go down the river to touch fish, and go up the mountain to pick wild fruits. It is the happiest thing in childhood memories. On the eve of the school, when my father took me back on a bicycle, I was already exposed to charcoal. In the summer afternoon, the sun burned the ground, but the cool wind on the bridge was learned. My friends and I ran to the bridge to do summer vacation. Before we did a few questions, we started running on the bridge, playing rope, kicking the crickets, and occasionally holding a very few pocket money given by my mother to buy maltose and popsicles on the old street on the bridge.

As for the boys, they took off their clothes on the rock under the bridge and jumped into the deep pool. Seeing a girl coming over, he deliberately swims to the shallow place, and then stood up suddenly, squeezing his eyes at us, seeing us fled in panic, and proudly pierced into the water.

After a few times, I was annoyed by them. Once, when I saw another boy starting to make bad, he jumped to the rock and stared at him all over his body. As a result, he looked at him, and quickly tied his head to the water. I laughed.

The boy who was watched that year, don't come without it? (Picture from the Internet)

In retrospect, the summer summer is really long, just like maltose sold on the old street, it seems that it can be stretched infinitely. But when he woke up, he was middle -aged.

At that time, the country's rural material was generally scarce, so children were very hungry for food. One year, I heard my cousin say that there is a village -breed orange forest in the village, but no one can take care of it and can pick it casually. So I had two friends and went to the basket. Half the road, a huge, black and white snake slipped up from the low rice fields, traveled to us, scared our three little girls to climb, and jumped into the rice fields.

When I arrived at the Orange Forest, because I was too hard when I picked, I shocked a hipposus. When the friends ran over, my head was swollen like a pig's head, and my eyes almost couldn't open.

Back at home, my grandmother and mother -in -law (mother's grandma) were so distressed that she wiped my tears holding me. I was shocked and scared, I was sick. In the memory, my grandmother and my mother -in -law gave me the water to the water every day. They sat on the edge of my bed, touched my hand, and said with tears, Yu, if I could get sick for you.

A few days later, I began to jump again, swollen halfway, and my pockets with blood and tears in my pocket -a few thin oranges came to Wan'an Bridge to enjoy with my friends. Sure enough, the stealing orange is better than buying it!

The sweet and sour taste of the cheeks is my last memory of my childhood. Maybe, sweet and sourness is the taste of childhood.

I was also a child running on the bridge. When he woke up, he was middle -aged. (Picture from the Internet)

I have never seen my grandfather because my grandfather died as early as 1960. At the age of 32, he was uncomfortable the day before and left the next day. The cause was unknown. Since then, her grandmother has been widowed, and she has worked hard to raise six children (one of them early). I have never seen my grandfather and I can't imagine his appearance. Many years later, I saw the only photo before my grandfather's house. Young he was wearing a hat, standing between friends, and crooked his head and smiled. I even felt an indescribable intimacy, maybe because of our blood connection. Just like the lotus root in the mud and the lotus on the lotus leaf, I have never seen each other, but believe in the existence of each other.

In 1986, the 59 -year -old grandmother died due to a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. When she left, there were still two lines of tears in the corner of her eyes, which shows that there are many reluctance to the world. The white -haired man sent a black -haired man again. The big mother -in -law was too sad, and the spirit was confusing. From then on, she was unkempt and ran around. Once, she actually raised her feet and ran to the temple across the river. Dasao found her for a long time, and was very angry. From then on, Dasao would not let her go out. The big mother -in -law knocked on the wall with a stick all day and yelled.

In 1998, the big mother -in -law died. On the day of walking, she sat on the toilet, her head hanging her head on the edge of the bed, and her white hair was messy. I had been studying in Beijing at the time, and I didn't go back to the mourning. I just remember that my mother sighed on the phone and said: She is too bitter in her life, and it may be a blessing after leaving.

When my grandmother and mother -in -law died, I didn't even know their names, let alone my life. It wasn't until a few years ago that I watched the family history written by Xiaoyu, and I realized their names and life. Suddenly, I found a connection with them at once, with a natural intimacy of blood, and compassion for women.

I, my mother, grandmother, big mother -in -law, through Wan'an Bridge in different periods, Wanan Bridge has witnessed the different fate of a family of four generations in different times.

3. Woman on the bridge

The big mother -in -law has a very popular name called Lu Aiping, born New Year's Eve in the 1911 Revolution (1911).

Before she was born, her mother had three girls and was drowned. After she was born, her family was disappointed, threw her in the duck cage, and then thrown into a latrine, trying to frost. She cried for a while, and there was a breath left in the early morning of the New Year. The neighbor felt that she was blessed and suggested that her mother took her back to raise it. The big mother -in -law retrieved a life, and she had the nickname of "duck cage girl" in the village.

Strangely, Xu was the punishment of heaven. Her mother could not have reappeared since then, only the only mother -in -law. At the age of 12, her mother forced her to get her feet. Her feet were wrapped in 13 layers of gauze, rubbing once a few days, and the wrap was tighter. After two years of destruction, her previous freedom of natural foot became a deformity three -inch golden lotus, which brought great suffering to her life. She reminds me of Mr. Gao Yaojie's little feet. The woman of that era is similar!

At the age of 14, her future husband and my grandfather (mother's grandfather) had a dream. Dreaming of someone told him that in a village called the front yard, at about 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, there was a red clothes. The girl was washed by the river, and that was his future wife. When he woke up, he remembered the name of the village and walked there early in the morning. Sure enough, he met a girl wearing a red dress in the river.

That's my big mother -in -law.

The following year, the 15 -year -old mother -in -law was married and started. She is very beautiful and gentle, and soon win all the old and young respects of the family of the family. At the age of 19, she gave birth to my grandfather. When the grandfather was three years old, Grandpa had a serious illness, which lasted for six years. The woman's little feet could not work on the ground. In order to survive, the big mother -in -law sold all gold and silver jewelry, and even the wine crickets at home and the racks used in the house were sold.

The family members are four walls, leaving only one broken house. In the summer of 1952, a big flood also washed away the house. The eldest mother looked at the dull wood in the rapids, tears like rain.

Do you remember the despair of that little feet woman in 1952? (Picture from the Internet)

That is, in that flood, the northwestern end of Wan'an Bridge was destroyed by the 12 room, and the local government invested and rebuilt in 1954.

On that day, the fate of Wan'an Bridge overlap with the fate of a small foot woman.

The big mother -in -law is talented, and she will watch the yellow calendar, and she will memorize the "Three Characters". Many of the names of many juniors are given by me, including me. Unfortunately, she was so thin that she was soaked in bitter water in her life. Her son, daughter -in -law and husband went away first. In the end, due to excessive sadness and confusion, she was extremely miserable in the final stage of life.

I have passed away for 24 years, and every time I think of her, I tears. In 1926, when the 15 -year -old bride wore a red hijab and walked across Wan'an Bridge with a pair of small feet, he would not think of his life so difficult. I really want to go back and hug the 15 -year -old bride.

Grandma was named Zheng Juying, born in a rich farmer in 1927. Before liberation, her father saved money, set up a lot of fields, and leased 200 rice per year. During the "land reform", the field was confiscated and was classified as a rich farmer's ingredients, and the whole family was fighting. When her grandmother got married, her father had promised to marry her with a cow. Later, a account was not appropriate. Because the grandmother was an eldest daughter, there were several younger sisters below, so she simply didn't give it.

Because the grandfather was a progressive young man and wanted to join the party, he took the initiative to settle the boundaries with the rich farmers, so his grandmother rarely returned to her mother's house.

In 1960, her grandmother decided to hold a child to raise a child. After a month when the aunt entered the door, his grandfather died, leaving a 34 -year -old grandmother, six children and two elderly people.

Xiao Yan was only four or five years old at that time. He was not sensible. He cried when he was too hungry. He also hit the table or wall with his head. Grandma was so angry that he used a bamboo branch to beat him, and he cried with him after playing. Later, she couldn't bear to look at the children hungry, so she returned to her mother's house. But she knew that her father was too embarrassed and did not dare to speak. When he left, he took a few pounds of rice and three pounds of soybeans. Unexpectedly, when I walked to the village entrance, I was stopped by my father, and I took the rice and soybeans back.

These things were told by Xiao Xiao. In tears, I saw a 34 -year -old grandmother carrying a empty bag and wiping tears passing through Wan'an Bridge. The water sang under the bridge, and the river beside the river was loud, but all the beautiful scenery did not exist in her eyes. She only overlapped her home in her mind with six mouths full of food.

It is really impossible to imagine how a 34 -year -old widow, in such a "Great Leap Forward" era of material deficiency, how to pull the six children, and also take care of the two elderly people.

Because I couldn't support six children, in 1961, my grandmother shed tears and sold my mother to my grandmother as a child. The price was 30 pounds of sweet potato powder (sweet potato powder).

At that time, the mother was only 7 years old and was naive. One day, she chose vegetables under the gallery, and her movement was numb. She was seen by the grandmother who occasionally went to her grandmother's house to avoid the rain. She proposed to accept her mother as a child to raise a child. Grandpa lying on the bed likes his mother very much and disagrees with life. A few days later, her grandmother hid him and asked her grandmother to hug her mother secretly.

In January 2020, I returned to my mother to take care of my mother. One day, my mother and I bask in the sun on the balcony on the roof. My mother told me that she vaguely remembered the scene where her grandma was taken away that day. In the morning, her grandmother cooked her porridge, and there were some rice grains in it, and she changed her clothes. The grandmother said that when a aunt was about to pick her up, she returned for a while.

After grandma came, the mother left with her. At the moment she stepped on Wan'an Bridge, she looked back and cried when she saw her grandmother standing under the tree.

The 7 -year -old mother was taken away from the native family in this way. Since then, she entered a strange family and began a hard child's life.

At that time, when my mother said this, my tears couldn't stop flowing. A 7 -year -old girl, if living in a normal family, is undoubtedly the pearl of her parents, how to let her go to another family to suffer. On the day of Wan'an Bridge, the river must be sobbing, and the crow was around the tree. Mother's childhood was cut off that day. Since then, she appeared in another family as a labor force and her mother -in -law. Due to the strong character of her grandmother, her mother suffered a lot in her early years and suffered a lot. It wasn't until my brother was born that the situation was slightly improved.

In the summer of 2017, I accompanied my parents to Wan'an Bridge. Standing on the bridge head, my mother told me that the day she was taken away, these cobblestone was paved on the ground, and she clearly remembered their shape. The 7 -year -old girl is now a white -haired old man. Fifty or sixty years have passed, and I still remember the shape of the pebbles on the road on the day of leaving home. It can be seen how deeply left the brand in her life in the morning!

In 2017, his father and mother took a photo on the bridge. (Photo by Lin Shiyu)

At that time, she didn't know that the ten -year -old boy would be as nervous as her, because he didn't know how to get along with the little daughter -in -law in the population. In the past decades, the boys and girls who were strongly twisted together by fate returned to Wan'an Bridge again, and the lives of the two had overlaped for more than half a century, becoming an inseparable part of each other.

Mother moved a major surgery in 2020. He had a cerebral infarction in June this year, and changed a lot after discharge. Often the lights are turned on, the vegetables are cut off, and the road is more complicated and I don't know how to come back. His father also moved a large operation in January this year, cut off two lung leaves, and often got angry when he walked climbing. Even so, he still takes care of his mother carefully. As soon as his mother went out, he followed closely, for fear that she would lose it.

"I have been with your mother for more than sixty years. I can see my life very transparently, but I can't let your mother have been attentive." On the phone, my father said that this sentence made me burst into tears.

In my generation of women, in my childhood, I was still lacking in material, but at least I had the opportunity to receive education. With my own efforts, I was admitted to college and walked from the town to the city, achieving a leap in the social class.

In the summer of 1992, I graduated from high school. At that time, my father worked at the Changqiao Township government where Wan'an Bridge was located. After receiving a college admission notice in my hometown, I couldn't wait to run to Changqiao and told my parents to my parents. My mother was happier than me, and said that she wanted to tell the good news on the other side of the river.

That day, the mother was rare to wear a black skirt with a knee, purple top, and spring breeze. When we passed the old street, our mother bought two cucumbers with sprays, washed in the river under the bridge, and then sat on the Wan'an Bridge with me. Cucumber crispy, like a new life that is about to begin.

The cool stream blew up her mother's hair, revealing the fair skin behind her ears. For the first time, I discovered that my mother looked pretty.

My mother took me and went to the family of her family. Listening to everyone's praise, she couldn't laugh. After many years, I realized that she was forced to leave home at the age of 7 and had always had a hollow in her heart. The village who passed the village that day may fill the sad and resentment hole.

When I returned to China in the summer of 2016, I took her 11 -year -old daughter to see Wan'an Bridge for the first time. Watching her running happily on the bridge, I really envy her -the best city in China, there is sufficient material from an early age, and there is no shortage of love. I can live in another country at the age of 8 to face such a vast world. And her previous generations of female elders, she did my best, and was very sad to live a normal life.

In 2016, I was on Wan'an Bridge.

At that time, when my daughter was 18 years old, I willow on the Qingwu embankment on the river on the river, I can "independent small bridges and the wind is full of sleeves." Unfortunately, the gallery bridge was destroyed overnight, burning my connection with the past, and thinking about my hometown. So many memories, so many pains, so many sweetness, into ashes instantly.

Under the sad bridge, the blue waves were still green, but the bridge was already hidden in the water, like a glimpse of a glimpse.

In this uncertain age, greater damage seems to be here at any time, and the loss of good things is only instantaneous. Before I had time to go to Shangri -La, Yunnan and the Virgin of Paris France, they were destroyed by the fire; before I had time to go to Sri Lanka, the country went bankrupt; before I had time to say goodbye to a friend, she disappeared in the seawater in April ; Before I have time to love, this world is slowly old ...

Therefore, everything should be as early as possible. Love what you love, do what you like, travel where you like, bless you for every stranger you meet.

Fortunately, the 15 -year -old bride, the 34 -year -old widow, the 7 -year -old child, and the 17 -year -old female college student, they all sank the deepest part of my memory, never died.

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