Return to Lizhou Ancient Town

□ Liu Dacheng

The ancient town of Lizhou in Xichang is a major post on the ancient Southern Silk Road. Although the ancient town has no gorgeous appearance and strong popularity, it has a long history. Here, "The Shu Army settled in the camp, the Taiping Army built a hanging drum, the workers and peasants and the Red Army killed the poor and the poor" ... The soul often evoked my thoughts, so how many times I dream of returning to Lizhou and returning to the salute. State.

I am an authentic Chengdu, but Lizhou is my second hometown. In 1958, in order to support the construction of the third line, I went to Xichang with my father. One week later, my father was assigned to Lizhou Supply and Marketing Society for accounting. At the age of 13, I entered Lizhou Elementary School to study. I was mischievous and did not study well. I didn't know how much my father slapped. However, I love Lizhou deeply. Every Sunday, I like to go to the Anning River on foot. I involuntarily hummed the song "Xichang is a good place". I often stand on the fire factory dam across home, looking at the middle school on the opposite mountain. A group of wild geese flying in the south are tidy into a neat human shape, shaking their wings, passing through the faint clouds, making me feel refreshed! There are small copper bells hanging on the eaves of the Bell and Drum Tower in the South Street, the breeze blows, making a crispy and pleasant music, echoing in my ear for a long time ... What I am unforgettable for a long time: The teacher took us to dig a one in Yuehua to dig a one in Yuehua The peanuts of the week, that's the first time I participated in the field labor, stripped the bright red and full fruits, which made me more deeply understand the popular "Falling Peanut" of the famous writer Xu Dishan.

"Shao Xiao leaves the boss of his house, and the village sound has not changed his hair." 57 years later, I have returned to Chengdu, chanting He Zhizhang's verse, and looking for the homeland in my dream. : The simple town, the deep and silent alleys, the mottled ancient walls, the bright patio, the tall wind fire wall, the curved beauty leaning, the exquisite hanging foot, wearing a teasing beam, hollowed carved doors and windows, historical wind and frost Rain and snow hit his face, still maintaining the simplicity of his life. Here the casual teahouses abound. Every morning, the business in the teahouse is booming. Many Yi elderly people drink tea around the old square table and listen to the long -lost strong Xichang accent. I am very pleasant ...

Walking in the provincial -level historical and cultural towns in Sichuan, I was looking for the charter of the Red Army's stay in the house of the ancestors. Old classmates, buddies, where are you? After inquiring from many parties, I finally met with Hu Chongjian, Ye Jiufu, Wu Bangxian and others! When I was staggered, when I held my hand, the moment I was in my heart, I looked at the classmates full of silver silk, and everyone tears flowed, and my crystal tears turned straight into my eyes. I heard that the old principal Liu Dingyuan had thanked the world. I remembered his teachings of "studying hard and rewarding society". I remembered that he gave my book "The Light Light" when he parted, and I choked for a while ...

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