Self-Sequence

In the plains of Yanseliu Town, in the place where the three villages and willows are merged under the Liwan River, the dust and smoke left a legend of three steps and two bridges, and also left a love story of willow leaf peach and milling road.

The Novel

Three Steps and Two Bridges

(Yanmen Smoke Tree)

Bridgeside ballads

Three steps and two bridges

There is a tower next to the bridge

The bridge is higher than the tower

Three steps and two bridges

There is a temple to the south of the bridge

The locust tree hugging the willow tree in front of the temple

The willows are higher than the locust treetops

A pair of lovesick birds in a tree,

Under the bridge, the lotus flowers are delicate

Suddenly, there was an autumn storm

Birds fly and flowers fall

It is said that the river is shallow under the bridge

It is also said that people in the world are thin

The water twists the plow and bends with affection and hatred

Love is troubled in the depths

You haven't been on a big sedan chair in your life

You haven't built a heart-warming nest in your life

Drifting clouds flowed overhead

There are seedlings on the ground that you worry about

Three steps and two bridges

There is a well in the village by the bridge

The moon in the water shatters into stars

Sweet water and bitter water are one step away

Three steps and two bridges

Bridge mill

The road is deep, and people are getting old

The afterimage of the moonlight shook itself

Three steps and two bridges

Willow leaf peach by the bridge

Fang Fei San is endless

Tanhua still looks at the east wall

Three steps and two bridges

Lonely shadow at Qiaotou Station

Autumn geese return to people in spring

The white head looks at the sunset burning

Qiaodong Qiaoxi Village Liancun

The geese have left the phonograph empty and feathered

The south of the bridge and the north of the bridge are rooted

The trees shook and the wind howled to themselves

It is difficult to recognize relatives and daughters

The old tree is more pity for the grass at the root

It is difficult to become a forest if you are ashamed of the mountains and waters

Vine to the depths of trouble

It is difficult to cross the autumn sails

The boat is moored and the sunset floats alone

Autumn Ping is easy to disperse lotus flowers

People stand on the bridgehead and the wind is high

Overture•

Between heaven and earth, covered with a heavy fog, separated by dozens of meters, it is impossible to see the opposite scene. Only then did the remnant star open the canopy of the sky, and along the channel of the Liwan River, it poured into the tidal moisture of the Bohai Sea basin with the smell of the sea, and shrouded this plain in the eastern border of Hebei Province in a misty morning mist.

The sun had just woken up, and the morning sun had dispelled the fog, smearing the drunken red on his face to the mountains west of Liuzhen. From the embankment of the West Trunk Canal that rose in the north of Liuzhen Town, a black dot appeared in the shadow, and as the sun rose, the black dot became bigger and bigger, and a human figure came out in an instant. Elder Xu En, who is 60 years old, gets up from the Liuzhen Nursing Home on time every day, walks out of the town street, and crosses the top of the big canal, accompanied by the crooked Liwan River, along the Liuyu Highway leading to Yushui County, and walks to the three steps and two bridges three or five miles away. When the sun was dusk, the sky was not yet dark, like a pendulum, Xu Laohan walked alone, returned to Liuzhen alone, and faded out of the village with three steps and two bridges. He was peaceful, as if he had followed his fate, never complained, and never stayed in the village.

For more than ten years, counting from the day the society was dissolved, the old man has been day after day, year after year, three hundred and six days a year, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow, never stopped. After a long time, I slowly walked out of a landscape, out of this plain, out of the tears of the village house called Three Steps and Two Bridges. One•

It is said that he can't give up three steps and two bridges, but in fact, he can't give up the woman who is called Liu Yetao, and he can't give up the old lover named Liu Xiangjiu. I all know that Lao Xu has been good with that woman all his life, so good that he can't tear it apart, so good that he is like glue, and so good that he will be broken for the rest of his life. It is said that Liu Xiang has been guilty of peach blossoms for a long time, and he enjoyed the two men in the first half of his life, and both men were willing, and since then Lao Xu, who has been in a gang, has been delayed in his marriage. Since then, the litter of children born by Liu Xiangjiu has become a confused account, who is like whom, there are different opinions, in fact, Xiangjiuen has a long heart, and outsiders look at their appearance, and they are not far from stupid thinking.

No matter how romantic the three steps and two bridges are, they can't compare to this love story. No matter how brilliant the three steps and two bridges are, they can't sing the fate of this life. also blamed the Xiangjiu man for his short life, and returned to the west early, but pushed the frost and cold autumn account to the people in the film club. The former skimmed and secretly raised, who knew that the board was called that year. The world is unpredictable, there are unforeseen circumstances, that year the wind and clouds suddenly changed, three steps and two bridges dispersed overnight, and the single Xu Laohan, who had been a breeder for half his life, suddenly fell to the ground, and there was no relatives and nowhere to settle down. The private relationship between men and women is deep in their lives, but they can't get on the stage, they have children and daughters, but they have suffering, they can't be called fathers, and they can't welcome them into the house. For a while, the Liwan River was full of tears, and it was difficult for a family to run to a shameful child. Three steps and two bridges on the moon, knowing who is worried about the clouds. For a while, even the Liwan River seemed to stop flowing, and even the three steps and two bridges were looking at it and were embarrassed. Suddenly, there was an autumn wind and rain, and the birds flew and the flowers fell. Hengxin stomped his feet and splashed tears, removing the dark clouds and heart disease. Who would have expected that it was his own flesh and blood. Lao Xu, who became the village head, was ruthlessly sent Lao Xu to the Liuzhen Nursing Home, wanting to get rid of his heart disease, and he was gone. As everyone knows, in addition to the old illness and new sorrow, the ten fingers are connected to the white head. Ai Fengtai has been talked about since then, and they all say that he has taken a stinky move, and he is talking about the difficulty of leaving his homeland, not to mention the slightest lotus. Xu Enchang, who had a warm and righteous face, walked out of the three-step and two-bridge in the next day and moved the cover into Liuzhen. The villagers didn't dare to raise their voices, and whispered one after another: Lao Xu is distressed, he obeyed his son Ai Fengtai, the child has difficulties, and the child has to ask for face!

You haven't been on the big sedan chair in your life

You haven't built a warm nest in your life

Drifting clouds flowed overhead

There are seedlings on the ground that you worry about

。。。。。。

In response to that folk song, Lao Xu is covered in Liuzhen, but his heart grows in three steps and two bridges. Fortunately, there is still a mill house left in the east side of the bridge, and fortunately, the willow leaf peach in the west of the bridge is still facing Xu Enchang.

It is difficult to recognize relatives and daughters

The old tree is more pity for the grass at the root

It is difficult to become a forest if you are ashamed of the mountains and waters

The vine is more entwined at the lead

Walk and walk, love the grass step by step. The lone goose flies in the air, crying in the wind to see the falling feathers. On the way back and forth, on the road alone, we met speechlessly, and I couldn't bear to ask each other. Regardless of men, women and children, when the villagers met Lao Xu, they all gave way to stop, looked back frequently, and held back tears. The man thought: I love my hometown, and I can't give up three steps and two bridges. The woman said: Thinking of the old woman, I can't throw away my sweetheart, and I can't give up Liu Xiangjiu. The old man recited: I miss my children. Raised before and after, a large group of sour and spicy women, these years, there is food and clothing, but it is not worry-free, how can there be a worry-free?

Two•

This place has a strange name, called Three Steps and Two Bridges. After checking the Yushui County Chronicles, I couldn't find this title.

A Liwan River, from the continuous Yanshan Thicket, twisted out of the col like a snake, before it flows into the Liuzhen Plain, and hits a hilly hill head-on, and the river flows into a herringbone and twists into a plough bend. At the crotch of the herringbone trousers, the plough bends the river into a two-acre square blue leaf lotus pond. In the narrow place of the two rivers above and below the lotus pond, there are two moon-arched bridges built in the unknown year and month, connecting the three surrounding villages. Because it is a double bridge hugging the moon, looking at each other across the pond, the ancients took the story of Qixi Festival, and gave the north bridge the name of the cowherd, and the south bridge was called the Weaver Girl. The village house of the east chamber of the Niulang Bridge is the grass and grain tun of the border garrison warehouse in the Ming Dynasty; The water along the village on the east kaner of the Weaver Girl Bridge is the old saying that there are fifteen gates and one street; The lotus pond on the left side of the Hexi Bridge is a low-lying plain, and the west of the village is a large paddy field that cannot be seen at a glance. On a sunny day, standing at the head of the village, you can see the mountains and mountains of the lonely stone old city lying in the sunset, the autumn is high and refreshing, the sharp-eyed man builds a pergola, you can see the eagle falcon in the ethereal high sky, the Great Wall enemy tower battle wall that rides the clouds and drives the crane and the dragon dances. Legend has it that during the Republic of China, a southern folk artist, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wanted to make a living outside the customs alone, but unexpectedly felt a cold and stayed in the town. The wandering artist, who has no relatives and is lonely, happened to meet Mr. Li Da, a gentleman from Caoliangtun. Seeing that the young artist has an extraordinary temperament, he is proficient in calligraphy and rap, and he is good at playing the orchestra, so he is very merciful and loving, and he tries his best to save the artist from resting temporarily, but he doesn't want to cause a romantic case. Self-Sequence

In the plains of Yanseliu Town, in the place where the three villages and willows are merged under the Liwan River, the dust and smoke left a legend of three steps and two bridges, and also left a love story of willow leaf peach and milling road.