Crossing the melancholic creek, Sima Hui Bridge, and entering Banzhu Village, I saw the two big characters "sleepwalking" on the wall of Sima Hui Temple. The village road is nearly three miles long, winding and long, and further east leads to Tianmao Mountain. Banzhu Village is named after the rare bamboo plants that once grew on both sides of the melancholic stream. The ancient trees in the village are towering, and the stream is gurgling. There is no sound of "melancholic" in the village, only a sense of hereditary tranquility, antiquity, and self-sufficiency. It is like a pause in time - stopping to tell you the deep connection between a mountain village in eastern Zhejiang and the millennium Tang poetry road, Chinese imagination, and reclusive spirit. Banzhu Village is known as the "Gateway to Tianmu Mountain" and is an important node connecting Shanxi and Tianmu Mountain. It is located on the ancient post road from Xinchang to Tiantai, known as the "Xie Gongdao" opened by Xie Lingyun for the "logging and opening up" of Tianmu Mountain. Walking on the cobblestone village road, leather shoes, sneakers, and slippers all seem to have turned into "Xie Gong clogs". And place names such as "Qingyun Ladder", "Piaoyun Jian", and "Yinliu Tai" seem to have been renamed by later generations for Li Taibai. Coming and going, entering the village, and leaving the village are all "sleepwalking" and "murmuring goodbye". Wandering in the village, as if lost in the depths of time, two words suddenly came to mind: 'Su Ban Zhu' and 'Yu Tian Lao'. 'Su Ban Zhu' comes from the travelogue of Xu Xiake. On the 18th day of the fourth lunar month in the fifth year of the Chongzhen reign of the Ming Dynasty (1632), Xu Xiake visited Tiantai Mountain for the third time. He departed from Tiantai Wannian Temple, passed through Tengkong Mountain, Niuguling, and Huishuling, and arrived at Banzhu Village in Xinchang, leaving a record: "... Leaving Huishu. The main road came from the south, looking inside Tianlao Mountain, and had already passed by, thinking that Huishu was a flat land. After three miles to the northwest, it gradually became a stream, followed for five miles, and stayed at Banzhu Hostel." Banzhu is now Banzhu. In our historical and cultural context, Tianmu Mountain is a reflection of the Chinese imagination, a spiritual sanctuary, and a reconstruction of nature and culture. It is the "Poetry Mountain" that more than 400 ancient poets have "checked in" since the Tang Dynasty. Legend has it that Liu Chen and Ruan Zhao encountered immortals while picking herbs, carrying the "Regret Mountain" of the Taoist master Sima Chengzhen's "contradiction between officialdom and seclusion," and the "Illusion Mountain" of Li Bai's sleepwalking and "sudden soul palpitations with his soul, sudden awakenings and long sighs." Xu Xiake has a rigorous scientific research spirit, using the words "Staying at the Bamboo Hostel" to mark the geographical coordinates of the village at the foot of the Tianmu Mountain, recording travel and rest, making the imagination, ethereal, both real and illusory in many poems fall to the ground. It is said to be a transportation node, an ancient road station, and a concrete and real place of life. There must be 'bamboo for lodging', there must be 'bamboo for dining'. Bambusa is known as the "Bambusa Shop", indicating that in history, there were numerous shops and a thriving popularity. I'm a little curious: What kind of food did Xu Xiake eat? In his travel notes, he often wrote about "sipping Congee", "cooking sunflowers" and "eating hops", indicating that the diet was very simple. In the wild, he often ate dry food, such as wheat cakes, fried rice, and fried noodles, and at most pickled vegetables. Xu Xiake has probably eaten bamboo shoots, pan pulled pancakes, and pressed noodles from Banzhu Village, but has not tried the contemporary farmhouse style chicken pot or creative dishes from cultural banquets, nor has she had the time to eat Banzhu Village's best appetizer - the melancholic creek fish. When tasting Stinky tofu and mulian jelly, I wondered: Have Xu Xiake and the literati who passed by Banzhu Village before him ever eaten these snacks? So, what about 'Yutianlao'? Haike talks about Yingzhou, and the misty waves make it difficult to find trust. The Yue people speak of the Heavenly Mother, and the clouds may disappear or be seen... "" The Yue people speak of the Heavenly Mother "conveys a message, and Li Bai uses his grand and magnificent imagination to create the pinnacle of the" Language of the Heavenly Mother "- the spiritual totem of high dance romanticism. There has always been controversy over whether Li Bai personally experienced the Heavenly Grandmother or sleepwalked through it, and I tend to lean towards "sleepwalking". Zhu Yuebing, a local scholar in Xinchang who was the first to put forward the theory of "the road of Tang poetry in eastern Zhejiang", believed that Li Bai had visited Tianmu for three times. He wrote: "Bai also, taking trance as its nest and nihility as its field, why only love Tianmu?" This remark was engraved on the stone wall near the memorial archway of the "Tianmu Gate" at the entrance of the village, which was eye-catching and thought-provoking. After Li Bai, there were more poets who spoke of "talking about the Heavenly Mother": Du Fu wrote "quietly sitting under my Heavenly Mother, listening to the sound of a clear ape", Huangfu Ran's poetry said "the towering Heavenly Mother Peak, the emerald spring is even bluer", Xu Hun sighed "walking between the Heavenly Mother on the rooftop, seeking truth and staying in decline", Lu You wrote "the ark flies over Cao'e, the healthy seat brushes against the Heavenly Mother"... One can imagine how magnificent and magnificent it would be if many classical poets since the Tang Dynasty, as "contemporaries", came together to Banzhu Village, passed through the village and headed to the Heavenly Mother Mountain! Out of the more than 2200 poets in the Complete Tang Poetry, 451 have been to eastern Zhejiang, and there are over 1500 poems written about or related to eastern Zhejiang. On the road of Tang poetry in eastern Zhejiang, this' poetry army 'travels through time and space, flowing downstream along the' melancholic stream 'of time, as if it can continue until today... Of course, this situation is just my imagination and fleeting thoughts. There is no 'poetry army' marching, only empty streets, a small number of tourists, sparse shops, and a large number of old houses with tightly closed doors. The weather is good, and the noon light of early winter falls into the village, scattering and warming, making it less lonely and desolate. According to an old man who lives near the ancestral hall of the Zhang family, young people have all gone to the city. In a large village with hundreds of households, there are now only fifty or sixty elderly households left. The old man is from the city of Shaoxing, and his parents like peace and quiet. In the 1960s, he bought this old mansion and moved into the village. His house is very old. The wall is a yellow mud wall made of local materials, but it is very tall. There are three swallow nests under the eaves, a loquat tree in the yard, a little black dog languidly, and an empty bamboo chair. It is like sitting in an empty time. The time has been lengthened, and the village road has also been lengthened... The door head is new. carved beams and painted rafters, dragon flying and phoenix dancing, was newly built in the village last year. The old man hopes that there will be as many tourists as possible: 'At that dawn, the young people may come back.' Unlike the poets' 'Talking about the Heavenly Mother', this quiet mountain village is more like a 'Silent Heavenly Mother'. There are verdant mountains and melancholy streams that slow down their steps, which are not spoken by the Heavenly Mother; There is a legend that Sima Chengzhen lived in seclusion here, and Sima Hui Bridge and Sima Hui Temple are historical relics left in memory of him; There is also a small bridge nearby - the "Luoma Bridge", also known as the "Luoma Post", which is a place where civil and military officials of all dynasties dismounted to reflect on their own careers and pay tribute to Gao Dao... The mountains, a dark blue "hidden school". A village, a 'living' history. utter not a single word. Passing through the village with my wife, heading east, we entered Tianlao Mountain. We walked slowly, stopping and walking along the Qingyun Ladder Climbing Road, the Creek Stack Road, the Xinchang section of the Xiake Ancient Road, a dilapidated house (tea pavilion) swaying from east to west, and a mottled and quaint stone bridge (tea pavilion bridge)... We were mainly busy sunbathing. The scenery is so beautiful that it makes people stop and constantly look around, amazed - the scenery is picturesque, yes. Oil paintings under the warm November sun, Van Gogh's oil paintings, oil paintings with rich colors secreted by nature, oil paintings from "Dreaming of the Heavenly Mother's Farewell"... After entering the mountain for more than an hour, the sun gradually tilted westward. Two college students who came down from the mountain were asked: How long will it take to reach the summit and clear the clouds? Answer: One and a half hours. It seems that today is no longer feasible. I said to my wife, 'Go back now. I walked too fast into the village just now, and I need to take a good look at the bamboo.' When I entered the village again, it was almost dusk and the village was much more lively. The middle-aged man who was working came back from the mountains and below; Two or three mischievous children have appeared from nowhere; Someone lowered their head and made straw felt to prepare a "warm coat" for the upcoming rice wine; Someone picked pine needles, fallen leaves, and tree branches from the mountain to store fuel for the earth stove during the winter; Some people use radish tassels to make Meigan cai, adding an ancient flavor to the table; Sweet potato strips, cucumber strips, mustard greens, cabbage, winter melon, and snow soaked plants are basking on the roadside, dojo, and wooden frames, looking very satisfied, as if saying, "How great it is to bask in the last warm sun of early winter!" When you slow down, the world can move and begin to restore the richness and liveliness of life. The variety of fragrant and sprayed vegetables seems to be telling you that life requires a period of "drying time", quiet, settling, fermenting, and then turning into magic after pickling, waiting to be opened. Banzhu Village is a real dream, with entrances and exits connected to the vast world. (New Society)