Shangsi Festival, commonly known as March 3.

Legend has it that on this day, the ancient goddess Nuwa Niangniang began to make people from the soil. In the Central Plains, since ancient times, there has been "February 2, the dragon raises its head; March 3, born Xuanyuan".

Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, said in his poem "Beauty Walking": "On March 3, the weather is new, and there are many beautiful people on the waterside of Chang'an." The poet Du Fu used absolutely realistic brushstrokes to depict a picture of the festival in the Qujiang Scenic Area of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty on the day of the March 3rd Shangsi Festival.

There are many theories about the origin, development and evolution of the festival on March 3, and most of the old scholars who have done research can find the arguments they need to prove their arguments. But as for whether it is true or not, ordinary people really have no way of knowing.

After the fall of the Tang Dynasty, this ancient land entered a period of great division of "five dynasties and ten kingdoms". Many historical monuments and cultural heritage have disappeared in the turmoil and war. History and reality have long proved that when there is a unified and strong central dynasty on this land, it will relatively enter a period of great economic and cultural development and prosperity. And once the central dynasty was in a weak position, it would quickly fall into division and turmoil. The entire social system will fall into chaos, and it will often be followed by wars, wolf smoke, people's livelihood, and the withering of all industries.

Today's Qing Dynasty has been in charge of the Central Plains for more than 100 years. At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Manchu aristocracy and authorities had been trying to assimilate and enslave the Han nation, but later, with the changes in various situations, the times changed, and they had to gradually adjust their strategies, and gradually changed to identify, learn, respect, and even to a certain extent, objectively, developed and prospered the Han culture. Although the slogan of "the Manchu and Han families, the world is the same" put forward by the Qing Dynasty since the beginning of Shunzhi, although it has gone through several twists and turns, by the time of the current Holy Emperor Qianlong, the situation has finally changed considerably. More and more Han Chinese held important official positions in the Qing Dynasty, and some were even feudal officials who were ranked among the three princes and the nine kings and the ruling party.

All kinds of past and reality all reflect the strong vitality and infinite power of the traditional Chinese culture: inclusive, imperceptible, and silent.

Haizhou City is located on the coast of the East China Sea, a huge territory of the Qing Dynasty, and many traditional festivals and folk customs have been preserved here. The annual March 3rd Festival is just one of them. Before the festival, there are always many forms of celebration and rituals. Especially on the day of the March 3rd Shangsi Festival 16 years ago, when the storm set off thousands of miles of waves in the East China Sea and caused a rare disaster in the history of Haizhou City, over the years, the annual sacrifices and celebrations of the Shangsi Festival, because of the participation of the government and the increasing attention of successive local officials, have become more and more one of the festivals with the highest enthusiasm of Haizhou people.

After lunch time, on the Huaguo Mountain outside Haizhou City, the number of tourists is increasing day by day, the mountains are full of green trees, and many branches and branches that are oblique from the side, which naturally form a natural green canopy above people's heads, bringing the slightest refreshing coolness and comfort to the people who travel the mountains and waters.

"Huh? This big brother, may I ask which direction of this water curtain cave is on this mountain, and how far is it from here? A young man dressed as a scholar turned sideways on the side of the mountain road, put away the landscape folding fan in his hand with a "whoosh", politely clenched his fists, arched his hands, and asked aloud to a middle-aged man dressed as a woodcutter who walked not far above him and was about to go down the mountain.

"Water Curtain Cave again? I've come down from above, and several people have asked me the same thing, hehe. This water curtain hole, it's gone, it's collapsed, do you see? The girl I was carrying on my back was the one I found when I went up to this Huaguo Mountain to investigate after I heard the noise. She's passing out there. No, I'm about to carry it back and find someone to take a look. The middle-aged woodcutter looked at the white-faced scholar in front of him, and turned slightly to the right as he spoke, and sure enough, there was a young woman who was sleeping on his back: "Young man, what about the water curtain hole, you can't find it today, as for whether there will be one in the future, I don't know now, it depends on whether the officials have the mind to rebuild." It's a rocky hill right now. I don't know if anyone has been crushed under it, it's been collapsed for almost half a day, and if there is, there is a chance that it won't survive. Hi...... I don't know who the unlucky guy is. It's strange to say, since the Shangsi Festival sixteen years ago, after the Huaguo Mountain shook the mountains, it has been very peaceful. I don't know how this year is ...... No, I have to hurry back, let my mother-in-law, hurry up and call back my stupid boy who went to the East China Sea to play in the water today. ”

The middle-aged woodcutter originally walked down the mountain step by step, and when he talked about it, he suddenly gradually ran around, and he was carrying a person on his back, and he didn't see how hard he was.

"This, this, the water curtain hole collapsed, collapsed?" The young man dressed as a scholar looked at the back of the middle-aged woodcutter carrying an unconscious young woman on his back, and gradually descended the mountain, and talked to himself with an incredible face. After standing there for a moment, the young man turned and continued his ascent.

Soon after, the young man saw a large pile of rocks and rocks sandwiched with fresh soil and some broken flowers and plants, like a pile of hills, and thought that it was the original water curtain hole.

The young scholar looked around, and there was no one who wanted to come here, either continuing to go up, or turning back or going to other forest paths to find the feeling of exploring the winding path.

The young man stood quietly in front of the rocks for a while, not knowing for a moment whether he was in a daze or thinking about something.

After a while, after a few glances at the broken dog's tail grass that was constantly swaying in the wind between the cracks in the rocks, the young scholar raised his legs and prepared to continue walking upward. Before he came, he had inquired, there was a pavilion not far above the water curtain cave, so let's go there and rest first, as for some of the things that were originally planned, I can only talk about it. This plan really hasn't changed as fast as that.

The young scholar had just ascended two steps, and suddenly, among the rocks of the collapsed water curtain cave, between many large and small, virtual and real gaps, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared. Startled, the young scholar turned over a harrier and flipped backwards into the air, his body was still in the process of rising in the air, the folding fan in his hand was already a "whoosh" sound, opened in the wind, the fan covered his entire head and face, and in a blink of an eye, he had steadily turned over and flew down on the stone steps of the mountain road three zhang away from the water curtain cave.

"I don't know who the master is? Please come out and see you too. The young scholar snorted, retracted the folding fan in his hand, held his breath, and looked at the place where the golden light was emitting.

I saw that the golden light that was being transmitted from the cracks in the rocks suddenly shrank inward, and there was no trace of it. Immediately there was a "clang", and the pile of rocks like a hill collapsed again, making a "creaking" squeezing and rubbing sound, as if something that had originally supported it had suddenly been pulled out.

"It seems that things are out of order for the time being, today I have to go into Haizhou City, discuss with the third brother, and then make plans." The young scholar didn't stay any longer, turned around and walked towards the bottom of Huaguo Mountain.

"Boom ......" sounded, and the young scholar opened his folding fan as he walked, shaking it for a while. Listening carefully, the sound of the fan opening seemed to be emitted, like the sonorous sound that the green steel sword would only make when it was unsheathed.