Chapter 56 Cold Moon Bell Flute

The moonlight is very cold, and the forest is shining coldly. Sometimes, the moonlight is kind and gentle like a graceful maiden, but now, as I sit alone on the desolate and empty battlement, the moonlight is like an old pirate, retreating to the brick wall In the corner of the corner, his eyes were still green and shining, and he was still holding a sailor knife that was blunted by the young man. The sailor knife has been swimming around on the grass for a long time, cutting open my chest and abdomen. The indifferent moonlight makes me sit still, and I am not as stable as when the moon just rose.

It was very late at night, and the evening fog slowly evaporated from the ground, gradually engulfing the trees, brick walls, ancient cannons, and finally me sitting on the highest point of the city. To come to this city, you have to go through a ferry, because he is gently embraced by the sea on three sides, and the asphalt road that extends to the distance stops abruptly at the ferry. I missed the last ferry, and the steamer was just leaving the port when I arrived.I had no choice but to stroll along the bank of the Haihe River, watching steamships play beautiful flowers, and the finely decorated tourists' laughter also flowed on the water.

Wearing a bamboo hat and sweatshirt, a thin old man leaned under the oleocanthal tree and squinted one eye to see me coming from the street. "By boat?" His voice was as low as a muffled snoring. "The ferry has left, the last one." "I still have a class here, take mine!" The old man jumped up, but his body was unusually strong.Then I saw a small bamboo raft, painted a yellow and slightly earthy color, leaning quietly by the river.The old man deftly untied the rope tied to the shore, and the boat shook gently. I stepped into the boat, and the old man shook the heavy oars to let the bamboo raft float to the opposite bank.

"I have been rowing here for more than ten years, and I don't know what is so good about the city walls there. They are surrounded by squares, and there is not even a place to hide from the sun." The old man’s name is Zhai Yujia. Originally, it was his exclusive business to support the ferry on this Haihe River. Later, the city government set up a public ferry here to persuade the old man to change jobs. ". When the bamboo raft reached the shore, the old man said: "Call out on the shore when you return, and my boat will come." After thinking about it, he said: "I don't know that you will love the moonlight there. Many young people like it at night." I can't bear to come back and take the boat."Then, the old man propped his bamboo raft back alone. In the soft red light of the evening sky, the projection of the old man on the river was a sad brown.

I saw the city wall from a distance, and the setting sun just hangs on the top of the moat tree. The orange of the setting sun, the red of the evening sky, and the lush green of the tree are mixed with the dim brick color of the city wall, forming a very Chinese-style scene. Cutouts. Facing the front is a bronze bust of Shen Baozhen, engraved with his immortal testimony in the history of Taiwan's coastal defense.During the emergency of Japan's invasion of Taiwan, he built this city in a short period of one year and eleven months, "so that seaports could not park warships, but county towns could be guarded". This city and fort have become the only ones left in Taiwan today. Historic fort.

Looking at Shen Baozhen's bronze sculpture under the moonlight, the light and dark twists and turns, you can actually feel his insight and perseverance from the lines, which is irreplaceable majesty and boldness.I thought that we will never be able to see the faces of these strong men, but we can see their reappearance anytime. The red face, the inviolable righteousness written on the face, if we remove the five long beards of Guan Gong, I believe it will be the sketches of the strong men. They use the wild song of life to write the two words of "loyalty" for the Chinese history of China. Character.

Shen Baozhen under the moon knife also has the air of Guan Yunchang. In fact, their body is not the most important. The eyes contain prestige. In the majestic and roaring river of Chinese history, the heroic spirit of the field is still awe-inspiring. All the heroes threw their bodies into this river, even if they were broken into flesh, they did not utter a sigh. Even in the Hu Yuyi wind, the ashes will exude immortal fragrance. Therefore, Shen Baozhen died, and his city remained, but the size and depth of this solidly armored and thick-walled city was no match for the unchangeable city in his life.

I sat alone on the battlements, seeing the city under the stars, the ancient cannons, and the moat shining with summer insects and waves, I couldn't bear to leave for a long time.I feel that the more I go into the night, the more I sit in Shen Baozhen's vast expanse of turbulence. In the quiet long night, we may be able to see the breasts of our predecessors best! You have been looking at the moonlight for a long time, it sprinkles on the light and shallow high and low scenery, as if ringing intermittent bells, it is not the moon anymore, it is a bell. You have been watching the dim light of the moon for a long time. It walks long and short in the air, like the sound of a flute. That is not the moon anymore, it is a flute.

The bell flute of the moon has been knocked and played for thousands of years, so that those mighty and heroic men can sing in harmony in history.The lyrics of these songs have faded, but the music score is still there. On another night of cold moon like a knife, people in the future will still be sung. Floating sky and sea far away, thousands of miles of light, the singing of history and the bell flute of the moon slowly sinking, the words "Golden City for Hundreds of Millions of Years" are written under the battlements where I sit, but they gradually become clear in the first light of the morning.