Summer weekend, I came to Xiamen. I know it will remain in Xiamen, she is a beautiful southern city, raising generation after generation, as a people with lofty ideals, there is something I admire the Tan Kah Kee, Lin Qiaozhi ... ... In addition, I also know that the city also has a "dao "called" Gulangyu. "
From the airport to the hotel to stay on the road, the scenery outside the car so that I feel with my bird's eye view from the air on the plane to Xiamen impression too different. First, the road on both sides of the tree and I saw all the trees in Beijing, not the same friend told me that it is called "Kapok Tree", my mind immediately emerge out of a child once read an article, "the execution ground on the Wedding" The article finally writes the blood of the martyrs dyed their side of the Kapok, Kapok stemmed red-hot wind bloom. A strong impulse in my mind filled with --- I would like to understand the "Xiamen."
To the hotel, I rushed to lay down their luggage, pull curtains busy, "wow"! I was shocked ... ... front of a rippling lake, the night sometime, the two sides gradually Chinese Lantern, the variety of architectural reflection in the lake, the Ambilight, I hasten quickly down the stairs, into the "Xiamen"'s arms. Took a deep breath, "SARS" leave it to my "hangover" from all the throwing on the back of the head.
Xiamen day, the weather was cloudy.
On board, across the Lujiang, I really set foot on the "Gulangyu." Tour guide told me that there are no cars, motorcycles, bicycles, not? Thin a look around those who have not the police do to maintain traffic order, ears have heard only music. Bow again, beating the notes on the printed on the foot of a small road, and she quietly guided every one to "Gulangyu" tourists, stood on soothing music and score between the pre-trip, "Gulangyu" and the music, the kind of wire 10000 1000 strand from the Food of Love here, the city's noise and the noise seems to solidification in this, and I could not help but immersed in the tour guide's talk was, in her deep under the guidance of us walked to the island.
Did not walk a few steps, I seem to have entered another world. A seat of great old European-style villa, stands quietly forward, set off in the green, the vines climbing the walls, and she took me back to the past, although some buildings have already mottled, shabby, stopped a closer look, rusty, Occasionally there is a short crack flower windows, door gate, fence, Langyan on the carved patterns, invariably embodies the elegant, gorgeous, exquisite, aesthetic ... ... I wonder when in the mood of the people living here; Several Strains from the cloth over moss steps, paths, cracks in the masonry walls of the grass grow, so I learned a long history of these buildings, "Gulangyu" the history of pool in these silent old villa; pass by the elderly , despite the years of vicissitudes, in their faces clearly visible, but I read, is peaceful and calm. In short, existing in all the remote closer to the historical and modern, just as the mysterious Catholic Church, even though the cross is still on the roof dome, but which has been inhabited by Yi of the elderly to enjoy their later years, the church had become a modern daycare homes and homes for the elderly, to the expressed will of the people is the same --- Saxiang earth is love.
A few more steps ahead is the "Sunlight Rock." Board the "Sunlight Rock," overlooking down, "Gulangyu" glance. At this point, that the first familiar, widespread introduction of the song to my ears, "Gulangyu surrounded by the sea fog, sea wave drums, Gulangyu remote facing the island of Taiwan, Taiwan is my home ... ... I desire, my desire, hurry to meet you, beautiful Keelung ... ... "a touch of nostalgia, in the lyrical, mildly sweet melody in the flowing through the high-powered telescopes Yaokan visitors across the island, I suddenly felt Jimuyuantiao: Gulangyu, it seems that the motherland purposely arranged to reside here as a child, her days and nights, and obviously guarding one another, discrete for many years but can not go home sister. Transmitted through the water with her own voice: Mom would like you, misses you, hurry come home! Do not let the thought of his family waited too long ... ... the other a shocking poem, in my mind filled with, this is our Premier Wen Jiabao of the 1911 Revolution had been recited before death for the elderly Yu You-jen wrote: "The funeral Come on my mountain, I hope the mainland. China is not visible Xi, only crying. buried in my mountain top Xi, ecstasy hometown. Come home not visible and never forget. mountains green and wild and fog, mountain top, state mourning. "
From "Sunlight Rock" to "Shu Zhuang garden." Side of the garden facing the sea, shady trees, a rockery, garden quiet deep, is like "Xanadu." Some of these buildings have been turned into "Piano Museum", which stood Chen patriotic overseas Chinese Mr. Hu Youyi collection of 70 antique piano, every piano has a wonderful music still playing, and she experienced years, walked the streets seem to cohesion in each of the keys. Linger in the piano rooms, watching with quiet piano, watching the wall hanging, "Gulangyu" music celebrities portraits, I think that these musicians, if at this time sitting beside the piano playing must surely be one song after another, "Si Xiangqu." I am immersed in an infinite source of fascination, the sense of Manasarovar, I do not know, what is present and the past year. Out of the "museum", looking at the twists and turns of the covered bridges extending toward the sea, my heart silently asking: "garden of the owner, you Why do not you far more covered bridges to build it again? A good sister to leave home, leaving a return the way home. you know the family looking for this road好难,好难! "
Days gradually evening, bid farewell to the "Gulangyu" get on the ferry back, I quietly said: I will record all of this, will remember today. Hopefully my next to "Xiamen" and then by boat, the "Gulangyu" is not a destination, I can set foot on the opposite Nazuo island. ( "Beijing Evening News" ZHANG Xiao-man)
Author: laiba
