Chapter 3 Chapter Three Jinling Spring Dream

Jinling, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.This city, as if at any time and in any season, is filled with a strong smell of powder.This is a gentle and rich city, whether it is the people who have been here or the people who met in the scrolls, they are all caught in a spring dream of Jinling, and it is difficult to wake up. "Business girls don't know the hatred of the subjugated country, and they still sing the flowers of the backyard across the river." The Qinhuai boats are still the same, the sound of oars and lights are still the same, and the clear sound of silk and bamboo is still the same, but those Qinhuai singers singing the flowers of the backyard have gone.How many princes and generals took off their robes and left the mountains and rivers behind, but this city, because of so many beautiful women in troubled times, has gained strength of character and blood.

Two years after Sanmao was born, the Japanese government officially signed the instrument of surrender, announcing unconditional surrender.Brothers Chen Hanqing and Chen Siqing moved their whole family from Chongqing to Nanjing.This peace was bought with the lives and blood of tens of millions of Chinese.And there is a beautiful coincidence with Chen Siqing's name Chen Ping for Sanmao. Maybe Sanmao is not a peace messenger, but her appearance and existence clearly predict the extraordinary future.She is not shocking the world, she is not alluring, she just spends her whole life walking alone.Picking and collecting all the way, using her pen to record many experiences that ordinary people can't reach in a lifetime.Therefore, many people read Sanmao's works, and they can't get out of it.What they read is not Sanmao's words, but her journey, her insights, and her life.

How did the young Sanmao come to this golden capital of the Six Dynasties?About Wuyi Lane, Qinhuai River, Taoyedu, Taohua Fan, and many past events in Jinling, Sanmao learned from books later.Including the beloved of her life, the Jinling Twelve Beauties fabricated in it also came from the ancient capital of a prosperous land of flowers and willows, a gentle and rich town. I always believe that Sanmao, who is only three years old, will have a feeling of deja vu when he comes to Nanjing.Her spirit is enough to understand the soul of mountains and rivers and the sadness of vegetation.But none of these can change Sanmao's innate withdrawn personality.She is as unique and rebellious as ever.So that later, on Sanmao, she was not infected with the smell of Jinling girl's makeup at all, but was contaminated with some of the tenacity and integrity of Li Xiangjun's blood-splattered peach blossom fan.

Some memories are obliterated by time and returned to the years.Some stories, forgotten by the seasons, are advanced to the fleeting years.Although Sanmao's memories of staying in Nanjing are few and far between, those scattered fragments of childhood are precious.Everyone's childhood is a piece of white and flawless drawing paper, on which we can paint colors at will.Any brilliant colors and messy scratches will not affect its innocence and beauty. Sanmao lived with her parents and family in a spacious Western-style house at No. 4, Toutiao Lane, Gulou, Nanjing.In this big family, Sanmao still lives a comfortable life like a little princess.Unlike in Chongqing, she has new playmates and ideas in addition to the previous ways of playing.Of course, her little accidents are also more frequent and peculiar.

The spacious house in Nanjing gave Sanmao enough space to play.At that time, my older brother and older sister both went to school.Accompanying her was a female worker named Lan Ying.Lan Ying is a woman who fled from other places. The old servant of the Chen family's gatekeeper knew her, so she took her in.At the same time, she also took in her child, called Horseshoe. But Sanmao doesn't like horseshoes very much. Not only does he love to cry, but he also has a rotten head, which looks dirty and ugly.Every time when Lan Ying was walking away, Sanmao ran away alone, leaving a bunch of toys for Mashoe, so that he wouldn't be troublesome by his side.The young Sanmao is also unwilling to force herself or embarrass herself. She needs absolute freedom and absolute indulgence.

The most attractive place for Sanmao in this house is the library on the second floor.And this bookstore led Sanmao into the world of words, and made her feel the vastness and wonder of words.The fate between people is sometimes just a moment; the fate between people and things can last a lifetime.Sanmao and writing formed an indissoluble bond in this way, which made her fascinated all her life. This persistent woman entrusted her whole life to traveling and writing.Together with youth, together with love, are buried in those silent years.But she has no regrets.She knows that there is no unconditional love in this world.She fell in love with wandering because of her heart, longing for a real stay.Although, every corner of the world is just a station.She is obsessed with words because in words, she can grasp many soft fragments and see her true self.

It's hard to imagine that San Mao was only three years old at that time.A three-year-old child, instead of playing hide-and-seek with his peers, or playing on the swings in the yard, prefers to go into the library and make friends with unfamiliar words.Sanmao is such a little alternative.Every day, facing the large window of the library, facing the plane tree outside the window, she reads words together with Qingfeng. In fact, Sanmao learned to read first and then to read.As a little girl, every time she went to the library, she looked for some picture books.Here, San Mao came into contact with Zhang Leping's "San Mao's Wandering Story" and "San Mao's Journey to the Army" for the first time.Although she didn't know that there was such a deep implication behind the words, she could understand the protagonist's emotions from the pictures.I also learned to laugh and cry with the characters in the book.

At that time, Sanmao was just a drop in the vast sea of ​​books, insignificant.But she was addicted to this river called words and couldn't hold herself back.From childhood when she didn't know anything about human affairs, to a teenager full of dreams and worries, to middle age with vicissitudes, she never came out.In the meantime, only she knows how many scenery she has seen, how many flavors she has tasted, and how many ups and downs she has experienced. Sanmao gave the most immature and purest time to the courtyard of Nanjing Drum Tower.When she grew up, she once talked to her father about that period of studying.Chen Siqing didn't believe that Sanmao had such an extraordinary memory. After all, she was still too young at that time, and she knew only a handful of characters.But Sanmao insisted on her memory. She had read many fairy tales before coming to Taiwan, such as "Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm", "Andersen's Fairy Tales", and "Alice in Wonderland".

The so-called genius should be so.The creator always endows those intelligent people with extraordinary spirituality.But because of their wisdom, they have caused many unreasonable worries and inexplicable pains.Their lives are controlled by some kind of force somewhere in the dark.And these people often have telepathy beyond ordinary people.Sometimes they are like prophets, and their casual words express the philosophy of life and the wonderful meaning of emotion.Some seemingly simple words and superficial expressions are enough to make one's heart clear. Sanmao is just such a woman, prematurely intelligent, prematurely mature, and prematurely sober.But with her, more are those unpredictable thoughts and choices.In the hearts of the world, Sanmao seems to have only one appearance, with long hair and a bag on his back, walking alone in the desert.With a touch of wildness, a little roughness, and a touch of sentimentality.She seems to be changing in a thousand ways, no one can really enter her world, and no one knows where she will go at the next stop.

The life after Sanmao seems to have nothing to do with the city of Nanjing.Her body is always filled with the smell of dust, without the tenderness of water, without the fragrance of powder.But she has really existed here, drank the water of the Qinhuai River, and picked up old dreams in her previous life.This past event in Jinling faintly lingered in her dreams and expectations outside her dreams. I happened to think of an article by Sanmao called "Dream of Scavengers".She said that although she was a "war child" born at the end of the Anti-Japanese War, under the care of her parents, she had always had enough food and clothing, and never knew what it was like to be short of material.It is such a girl who started her scavenging career when she was three years old, and this "scavenging" accompanied her throughout her life's journey and never gave up.Many old things left behind by people are the lost dreams of the world.Some were picked up and secretly treasured.Some are scattered all over the world, and their whereabouts are unknown.

Sanmao said that the garbage dump in the eyes of scavengers is the most charming garden in the world.Indeed, the seemingly barren and empty corners of the world actually contain more gifts from nature.Those buried historical civilizations and legends are often hidden in tiny objects.It's just you and me walking through the bustling, ignoring too much. Sanmao also said that when she gets old one day, she will write a book.In this book, write down all the things you have picked up in this life, from childhood to old age.This is Sanmao, a persistent woman who perseveres in wandering and scavenges waste. Sanmao, who was a child, knew that Jinling would not be her destination.It's just that I didn't expect to leave in such a hurry.It was too late to enjoy the aftertaste of the ancient capital of Jinling, so I said goodbye in a hurry.Her dream has always been far away. You see, there are always people busy salvaging the painted boats on the banks of the Qinhuai River.This capital of gold and powder in the Six Dynasties, once upon a time, has changed the appearance of the past.I don't know, what else can those people salvage, is it the golden hairpin and silver hairpin left by the pink lady, or the jade pendant folding fan lost by the romantic genius. Or it is nothing, just a long period of time that will never be salvaged, the time of fishing that will never be returned.