Don't dream of the moon in Qin Huai

How many mountains and rivers are drunk in autumn!

Returning to Jinling thirty years later, the first stop was Jiming Temple.

Thirty years ago, I went to Huangshan via Nanjing. That day, while waiting for the departure in the waiting hall, the announcement suddenly rang: Someone was blocking the road and the train was stopped indefinitely. While I was wandering, I suddenly heard a long-lost local accent. Looking in the direction of the voice, two students from Southeast University were talking in Chaoshan dialect-meeting an old friend in another country is a good trick arranged by fate. In this way, he formed a small fate with Jinling.

In the past, next to Southeast University, in the lively street market, Nanjing's famous snacks, salted duck and Huangqiao sesame cakes, were sold. The small gate of Jiming Temple has a feeling of 'standing quietly on the city bridge unknown to people.' I imagine the nun next to the ancient Buddha in green lanterns, consuming her youth in loneliness... At that time, she was young and energetic, wandering around in Nanjing for the moon, and I didn't think about stepping into the ancient temple.

Today, this thousand-year-old temple has become an Internet celebrity in Jinling, the famous 'rooster chirping sakes'. It was mid-spring, and the cherry blossoms were a little sparse, but it did not prevent the young men and women who came to check in, whether in fashion or Han costumes, from embellishing a Buddhist land with a beautiful charm... Looking at each and every face that was pure and still had some fluffy hair, it was true that 'the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year.' I just wonder if today's young men still have the feelings of guiding the country and inspiring words back then?

The sun is already dusk, wandering in the ancient temple, the past thirty years ago is like smoke and smoke, passing by one like lightning. Behind the temple, beyond the yellow wall, there is a setting sun, just at the top of the purple peak. It seems that it is reluctant to leave and is trying its best to burn out the last afterglow and dye the country blood red...

I use my eyes

Touch the afterglow of autumn

Like touching

Past memories...

Jinling is Jinling where the flowers and flowing water are flowing in spring. In late autumn after the rain, walking on the ginkgo leaves all over the ground is like walking on the Avenue of Stars covered with golden carpets. Climbing to the top of the Linggu Tower and looking around, you can see the colorful Zhongshan Mountain shrouded in smoke. Like a dream like a painting, like an illusion like a shadow. Isn't life the same?

Jinling is Jinling where the sound of oars and lights stretch for ten miles. At night, Qinhuai was less noisy and more gentle. Walking along the river in a pleasure boat seems to have also flowed into the long river of time. The eight beauties of the Qinhuai River are the old habitat of the fragrant monarch. In the ancient stage at Peach Leaf Ferry, girls danced, as if they had returned to the past when they played flute every night.

Jinling is the Jinling of the old Wang Xie Tang and the former Yan. Come for a 'Night Tour to Zhanyuan'. Less than one-tenth of this garden of Xu Da, King of Sun Yat-sen, and the residence of Yang Xiuqing, King of the East, is left. As soon as the lanterns were on, the eaves and corners of the two pavilions in the back garden were flying and glowed brightly, becoming the appearance of 'returning swallows in front of the hall.' It's just that the romantic past has been swept away by the wind and rain, and there is no place to find it.

Jinling is Jinling with 'sunset and autumn everywhere.' To see the Qixia and red mountains everywhere, you must have late autumn, late November. Today, Qixia Qiufeng is also known as Xiangshan in Beijing, Tianping in Suzhou, and Yuelu in Changsha. In the middle of the year, I am thinking about traveling in Qixia in autumn. As soon as I thought about it, I formed a karma. Now that the year of knowing my destiny has passed, I can't miss Huizhou like when I was young and meet again thirty years later. So he and his wife set off on schedule for the once-a-year anniversary.

At that time, there was a light rain passing by, washing away all the customs in the world. It is precisely because of this light rain and light sunset that a layer of immortal qi is covered by the Lake of Mingjing Lake and the Peach Blossom Stream. Where the autumn leaves are most abundant, by the maple forest lake, there are also girls in swaying Han clothes who compete for beauty, setting off the ground with fallen flowers, giving people the impression that Wuling fishermen have mistakenly entered the Peach Blossom Land. I remember when I first visited Jinling, pavilions were first built along the Qinhuai River, and beside the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, the wind was light and the people were silent. Nowadays, Internet celebrities are everywhere, but they are also full of fireworks, making it difficult to cherish the tranquility of nostalgia.

I use my footsteps

Measure the beauty of autumn

It's like walking into

Autumn of life.

Jinling is Jinling where the Yangtze River rolls eastward. Thirty years ago, I went to a place called Yanziji on the Yangtze River. The waves under my feet beat the shore, and the turbid waves surged into the sky. At that time, I was young and full of heroism. I really thought that I would beat all the railings, and I would be the only hero in the world. Today's Yanziji has been lost among many Internet celebrity attractions and has become extinct. Where are the heroes of the past?

Back in time thirty years ago, I returned to my hometown with my senior brothers and sisters who graduated from Nanjing. Back then, it was still the old green leather train. Senior Sister's classmate, a Jiangnan girl who looked like a lilac, said goodbye warmly under the car. The train started, and the girl under the train began to cry. She chased the train for a few steps, and then stopped choking... Thirty years later, she was never seen again.

When I was young, I loved watching Hong Kong TV series. In "The Grace of the Earth", the eldest daughter is Bao Qijing, who starred in "The Legend of the Tianshan Devil" and was once unparalleled. The theme song sings like this:

If there is a light boat extradition

There is a dynasty that will definitely return again.

In my dream, the ground was green

But my temples are covered...