The longer the history, the more it brings people a shocking sense of heaviness and vicissitudes. I like to see ancient ruins, temples with a long history, and stand on the land with thousands of years of history. Every step you take will give you the illusion of crossing; Every time you breathe, you can taste the unique flavor brewed by history.
With this mood and awe of history, I want to find the place in the Book of Songs, "The phoenix is brilliant, on another high hill." I consulted some materials and asked local scholars in Baoji, and got a consistent answer. This place is located at the southern foot of Fenghuang Mountain, 7.5 kilometers northwest of Qishan County, Baoji, which is now the location of Zhougong Temple.
There are exquisite and glittering snowflakes floating in the sky, which seems to show me the beauty of history and create a wonderful and beautiful atmosphere in Jing Ya. I saw two cypress trees standing on both sides of the gate in front of the temple, about 1300 years old. I looked up for a long time, and I wanted to see the historical stories on every branch of it. I want to find the past in its cracked bark.
I touched it gently with my hand, and the historical temperature came from my fingers. History is never cold, it treats all future generations well. History has never lived in seclusion. 1300 years ago, it came into your eyes in a vivid way.
This tree is about 15 meters high. Because of the snowy day, the temperature plummeted and there was no one around. I stood alone beside it. Suddenly, I have a little truth, counting the historical scars on it carefully, and every touch has a kind of resonant pain. I have a thousand years of spiritual communication with it.
No one comes and goes, but it creates a rare silence for us. It was in this moment of silence between Gan and Kun that I heard Cooper's story. I held my head high and didn't say a word or move for a long time. It seems that all the time and years are still and no longer flow at this moment.
Snowflakes fell on me through the old trees. I know this is the gentle touch of an ancient tree, and it is also kind to me, just like a kind old man, gently stroking the back of the child's head, serene, quiet and harmonious. A gust of wind blew, and the branches did not tremble, only a few leaves responded flexibly.
I recognized the sound of several leaves, which were singing the songs of the Tang Dynasty. Although the lyrics are strange to me, the melodious and fresh timbre belongs to China's beauty and greatness, which wonderfully touched my deepest feelings. Although I know it has been sung for thousands of years, I don't know how many bosom friends it has had, how many bosom friends it can understand, how long or how short it is.
I was shocked by this face-to-face history, and the trembling in my heart was wantonly distributed and rendered. At this moment, I deeply realized that history is not in textbooks, history is not in legends, and history is not in the mystery surrounded by walls. History is in the sky of Gankun, history is in abandoned historical sites, history has never deliberately dodged, it lives in ancient trees.
In Cooper, there is history, a thousand years' time, and the spirit and charm of China. It stands like this forever, and the old branches are tortuous; It is always so independent and stubborn, pointing directly at the sky.
I have seen its vicissitudes, bumps and wanderings, withered years and scars of time, but nothing can stop its lush green, and it exudes fresh vitality with a more determined spirit.
Look behind this yellow land, how many wars have been experienced and burned by the war. In real peace, it is firm, tenacious, full of vitality, full of vitality and brilliant prosperity.
A tree is a history. It is good to enjoy the cool under the big tree, and the gods live above it. I watched with deep affection, reluctant to leave, reluctant to leave.