A foreign friend once asked me, "There are many interesting places in China. Can you tell me the most worthwhile place to go? " ? One, please say only one. "I have encountered this question many times, and the answer that I often casually spit out is:" Three Gorges! " "Down the Yangtze River, the starting point of the Three Gorges is Baidicheng. This is a good start. For China people with a little culture, it is known that the Three Gorges mostly started in Baidicheng. Li Bai's famous poems can be read in primary school textbooks. When I was less than 10 years old, I misunderstood the first sentence. "Farewell to Bai Di in the morning", "Bai Di" is of course a person, and Li Bai said goodbye to him early in the morning. The emperor wore a white silver robe and stood high on the rock. Because he is dressed in white, he is not very old. He is tall and thin, melancholy and serene. The cold wind in the morning danced with his fluttering belt, and the gorgeous morning glow burned the sky, reflecting his silver robe, making people's eyes full of light and color. He got up early alone without attendants and guards. The poet's boat was about to be untied, and he held hands to remind him carefully. His voice is like pure silver, echoing among the silent mountains and rivers. But his words are hard to hear clearly, as if from another world. He lives in a small town on the top of the mountain, which governs the mountains and Bijiang River here. How many years later, I already knew how ridiculous the misunderstanding in my childhood was, but when I really passed by Baidicheng by boat, I looked up devoutly and looked for the silver robe and rosy clouds. The announcer on board was reciting this poem, introducing a few words excitedly, and releasing the music of Bai Di Tuogu. Suddenly, mountains and rivers, history, childhood fantasies and hidden dangers of life all surged into a group, which was shocking. Entrusting an orphan to Bai Di is a Beijing opera, which tells the story of Liu Bei who retreated to Bai Di City and died of depression, leaving his son and political affairs to Zhuge Liang. Melodious sound cavity floats on the whirlpool-like river surface and collides with wet rocks, which is sad and desolate. I couldn't find the voice like pure silver, and I forgot Li Bai's lightness and chic for a time. I think, Baidicheng has been casting two voices and two gods: Li Bai and Liu Bei, poetry and war, heroism and depression, pilgrimage to natural beauty and struggle for the dominance of mountains and rivers. It stands high above the mountains and at the foot is a surging river, arguing about these two themes day and night. China's rivers and mountains can be battlefields with corpses, or a paradise where cars come and ships go; A feudal force can ignite and extinguish the fire of life, and can also bless the poet's life. Poor Baidicheng is so tired. Li Bai's canoe was just sent away in the morning, and Liu Bei's horseshoe was picked up in the evening. However, over time, the protection of mountains and rivers to poets has been weakened day by day, and their boats have been stranded from time to time, and their clothes have often been burnt. They moved from high spirits to bitterness, from bitterness to silence. China, how many poets are left? Fortunately, there are still some poems and some memories. Fortunately, many people in China still remember that one morning, a poet quietly boarded a boat at the foot of Bai Di. I can't say why, and I didn't hold a farewell ceremony, but it was finally remembered by people, and it will be remembered by people for thousands of years until the end of time. This reveals the hunger and thirst of a nation: they should have more such calm mornings. In Li Bai's time, the Chinese nation was not too dull, so it is not surprising that there are so many poets coming and going in this land like today. They have no political and business feelings, only a pair of sharp eyes and a poetic atmosphere, wandering between mountains and rivers, and marrying the earth. It is enough to write rows and rows of poems with no practical value and pass them around among friends. They take this business as a serious matter and are not afraid of camping or long-distance travel. As a result, it was not the emperor, imperial concubine and general who stood in the center of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but these poets. Yu Guangzhong's poem "Looking for Li Bai" says: wine enters luxury intestines, and seven points lead to three points of moonlight whistling into a firm but gentle embroidered mouth, which will be half prosperous in Tang Dynasty. I have always regarded these words as a rare swan song in contemporary China poetry. Poets in Li Bai's era deeply loved Sichuan's local cultural relics and yearned for the open civilization of Xiajiang River, so the Yangtze River became the sidewalk of their lives, and they could solve the problem without too much determination. Where the feet are, the hometown is there, where the water is, the road is there. They know that the most dangerous place in the Yangtze River is undoubtedly the Three Gorges, but they also know that it is the riverbed of the fastest poem. Their boat is too small to have a rest from time to time. When they arrived in Bai Di City, they refreshed themselves and prepared for a powerful collision between life and nature. I can only ask those who scratch their heads in the yellow light to stop writing poems. Poetry does not belong to poets. The poet just bid farewell to Baidicheng on a small wooden boat in the Three Gorges. Say goodbye to Bai Di City and enter the Three Gorges, which is about 200 kilometers long. On the waterway, 200 kilometers is not a short distance. However, you will never feel that the creator is making an article that is too long. The strength and beauty gathered here, spread out for 2000 kilometers, will not make people tired. Zhaitang Gorge, Wuxia Gorge and Xiling Gorge are all concentrated in dense layers, and no matter how slow they travel, they cannot be dissolved. Even the sun and the moon are shining in the sky, so we can't squeeze in here. In this regard, 1500 years ago, Li Daoyuan said it best: the two sides of the strait are connected with mountains, and everything is lacking. Rocks piled up, blocking the sunshine in the sky, and there was no sunrise since midnight.