The morning fog at the southern foot of Yanshan Mountain has not yet cleared, and the old stonemason from Tangshan always likes to squat at the foot of Dacheng Mountain, rubbing the golden scale patterns in the rock crevices with his calloused fingers. Those marks that are older than history books will glow with tiny pieces of light when the morning sun first blooms, just like the golden scale rain that fell when the Yellow Emperor was born in the legend. The Luanhe River meanders through the foot of the mountain, and the sound of the water hitting the rocks is clearly the chorus of thousand-year-old war drums and fishermen's songs, blending the legends of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and the war smoke of the Qin, Han, Tang, and Song dynasties into the sparkling light.
Five thousand miles of mountains and rivers tie a knot here: Longshan raises its head like a dragon, Luanshui flows around the waist like a jade belt, the tide sound of the stone mortar is still reciting the imperial pen of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and the brick pattern of Dacheng Mountain is still engraved with the marks of General Jiang's axe. When the first ray of sunlight penetrates the fog and illuminates the word "Tangshan" looming on the cliff, you will suddenly understand that this land has never been a bystander to time - it is a melting pot of myth and history, with every grain of sand hiding a story and every stubborn stone carving a legend.
Let's look at the ancient battlefield where the Yellow Emperor fought against Chiyou. The phosphorus fire turned into flowing fireflies on the moonlit night, telling the story of Zhuolu's frost and cold for five thousand years; the bamboo shoots in Guzhu Kingdom had long grown into a sea of bamboo, and the clear roar of Boyi and Shuqi was sealed in the bamboo joints; the ice springs crushed by Emperor Taizong's war horses are still flowing in Lengzui today, freezing the legend of Long Yu Jiutian into a crystal that will never melt. This is Tangshan, a city that grew up in legends. Each annual ring says: There are spirits in the heaven and earth, and records in the mountains and rivers.
