My ancestral home is in the distant Chun'an County of Zhejiang Province, but I was born and raised in donggu, and my ancestors have been breeding here for more than 60 years.
Compared to other tea varieties, my genes are extraordinary. Listening to my father's generation, I am a descendant of the Jiukeng group, my ancestors have a prominent position in Chun'an County, the reputation is far-reaching, not only was Lu Yu written into the "Tea Classic" into the textbook, more importantly, it was included in the tribute of the national brand of the dynasties, a huge family in the "world's first beautiful water" around the Qiandao Lake, the world's reputation. Dove pit, as soon as you hear the name, there is a sweet picture: the spotted dove glids, the pit stream flows happily, and the ancestors who grow between the green mountains and green waters are shouldered from the tooth order. They certainly have good character and fragrant integrity.
But I am a tea leaf in Donggu, I grow around the mountains, although surrounded by green trees, blue water, but the hilly slopes and low shrubs, so that I can not stand alone. I have been looking forward to the homeland of Chun'an, imagining the blue ocean there, the clear lake, I am next to the mountains of Maolin and bamboo, dancing in the wind and the moon, looking like everyone is beautiful. However, in this place of Donggu, my fathers and fathers were not cared for, and some of them aged prematurely, and the backward generations in the family road withered. It is said that one side of the water and soil to support the other side, like me such a piece of foreign tea leaves, I am worried about the future days. I confess that once upon a time I had a fierce idea of returning to my hometown, and if I could one day return to my hometown, I would not even take my luggage.
Donggu, a place where the orientation noun plus verb structure, no matter when it is pronounced, it seems to be a kind of responsibility and responsibility, consolidation, stubbornness, solidity, solidity in glue paint, firm in gold stone, etc., many group words are filled here, expanding the demeanor of Donggu Qi Yuxuan. With such grace covering me, what should I look like?
Since I was born, I have seen a lot. I used to be my father's faithful listener, listening to him talk about the glory days of more than sixty years ago. Although the story is not long, it is deeply implanted in my heart: in 1957, the road up the mountain and the countryside was paved to Donggu. A group of enthusiastic young people from Shanghai and other places, carrying bags and bags, bid farewell to the prosperity of the city and stepped into the land of Donggu. They will be here, with youth and wisdom to chase the dream of "the countryside is vast and there is great achievement", and they have a common name called Zhiqing. As the seeds of dreams, they arranged my ancestors on this land to sow the distant future. Donggushan Comprehensive Reclamation Farm of Agriculture, Forestry and Animal Husbandry came into being. Knowing the youth, the dreams, the seeds, the reclamation field, together in this land to plough out the texture of youth. Those young people from the city, with green mountains as rolls, green water as ink, and my family branches and leaves as pens, write a magnificent and hot life. I wondered, could they also be a leaf, like my ancestors, going to become permanent residents here?
My idea was confirmed: those yellow-skinned zhiqing were all fierce characters, they had long since faded their lead, their clothes were ragged and untrimmed, and they had already buried their restraints in the soil with a hoe. They gradually reduced the style of the big city, and they were willing to sleep with every flower and grass here, and enjoy with the mountains and mountains here. Donggu gradually became their second hometown, they had an iron heart to love and have children here to settle down, an iron heart to make the barren mountains into fertile fields, let the rivers change their appearance, the women formed the "March 8" women's team, and many provincial labor models and "March 8" red flag bearers emerged; the men carried the banner of preparing for the spring wind of the famine and fighting, and Li Zhongyuan, Xiao Daocai, Liu Houbai, Tao Weidong and other national labor models became the pacesetters at that time. Dongken Children's School, Kindergarten, Staff Hospital, Cinema, etc. have been built one after another, and Donggu Reclamation Farm has become a model for agricultural reclamation enterprises in East China (six provinces and one city). And my family is not to be outdone, they run in cold water fields, shout in sandy soil, even in low-lying high mountains, but also insert green hope. They are not a leaf, a tea tree, but another group of young people, with fire in their hearts, light in their eyes, and roads under their feet, living up to every day of dancing.
So, I had a good homeschooling. I slowly found that my buds were soaked with the sage culture here, my leaves spread the smoke and smoke years here, my veins collected the different styles of this water and soil, and I gradually learned and learned here, knowing the past and learning from the present.
If nothing else, let's talk about Dawu Mountain, which is the sacred mountain of the Donggu people and the sacred mountain in my heart. I seem to see a Prince of Xinguo who is on horse and whip, petitioning for the people to bravely go to the country, his expression is ancient, his eyes are melancholy, he seems to be always busy, and the "Yongzhen Jiangnan" he left behind in Dawushan runs through Changhong. When I read his "Song of Righteous Qi", I burst into tears and couldn't stop feeling. The green mountains are majestic, the Si people are magnificent, and his temperament and I form a return magnetic field. I will also stand under the archway of the "Great Wu Wonderland" for a long time, waiting for an undead Zou Yuanbiao of the Ming Dynasty to whistle here, he is more like my family, with the attitude of not changing the original intention of the wind, frost, snow and rain. More importantly, in the early years of the Ming Dynasty, the Scholar of Xie Jin University, his mountain tablet of "Progress to the Heavens" made me stained with ink and read the Qianjiawen of Jiangyou Luling. In the spring rainy season, I flipped through the "Yongle Canon" and quietly sprouted and opened leaves. Dawushan is beautiful and mostly prosperous in the old days, and I am willing to live here with the Southern Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty.
Coincidentally, my hometown of Chun'an County, like Donggu, is a revolutionary base area, with the blue blood of benevolent people and the heart of a benevolent person, and all of them have a big snow bow and sword and a long sword. If they are connected in this way, my family is considered to be a root of red. In my hometown, there are the memorial tower of the anti-Japanese advance team in the north and the memorial tower of the revolutionary martyrs in the east, which are all my spiritual riches, and I can hear the heartbeat of a certain time. Every February, I can feel the picturesque red flag in Huishi Square, the Red Fourth Army and the Red Second and Fourth Regiments shaking hands tightly, walking in good shape and looking at each other, the soldiers and civilians cheering, the Cloud Sky Flag fluttering red, the hearts of four or five thousand people are close to the blood thicker than the water, such a scene is a torrent of rushing thousands of miles, how young they were at that time, their faces are like flowers blooming everywhere in Donggu.
I suddenly thought that they were more like the Zhiqing who came to Donggu, and they had more passionate years in this land. The blood is sprinkled here, the youth stays here, the life is dedicated here, what they reclaim is the dawn of the East, and Donggu is the fertile soil that they dream of deep ploughing!
I suddenly felt a sense of guilt, and the yellow reeds and bitter bamboos and dwarfs that I often despised were actually soaked with the blood of the revolution and filled with the smoke of gunfire. They are the great shore and noble, they are extraordinary, and they are the leaves of Donggu with noble blood. I am greedily sucking their nutrients, completing their own growth, I eat and eat, it must be ugly, I am greedy and pampered, absolutely vulgar, I am not worthy to inherit the mantle of the Jiukeng Tea Family, what kind of redemption should I seek?
The place where I live is called Nine LotusEs, and this noble place name has made me famous. Speaking of this matter, it goes back to 2018, which was the 40th anniversary of reform and opening up, and the clarion call of the new era sounded strongly in Donggu. Donggu introduced Jiangxi Hongdongken Tea Co., Ltd.
In fact, before that, I was awarded numerous reputations. For example, in 2006, in the 13th International Tea Culture Festival in Shanghai, I was crowned with a golden crown, in addition to organic food, brand-name agricultural products and other titles dazzling. My family is getting bigger and bigger, and it has been divided into hall names such as "Longjing", "Cuiwei" and "Panqing". I have my own place in every hall and am a household name. I have experience reports every year, tea polyphenols, amino acids, organic acids and other indicators are superior, I look good, the color is as solid, smooth as jade; my leaves are thick, the aroma is strong, the soup is smooth and soft, and it is deeply popular in the market. To sum up, it is not difficult to see how popular I am!
But I still feel lost in my mind, I grew up in this star tea garden, but I can't experience the feeling of three thousand pampering. How many of those who are popular in the market are better than me? I am sad and sad, I often feel that life is not opportune, and I often lament the unfairness of fate. I longed for an encounter, a discovery, an encounter similar to that between Maxima and Bó Lè, seeking a colorful transmutation.
I finally came to work, and that moment completely changed my life.
A young man broke into my space. My life has changed drastically since then: the weeds have been removed, the dwellings have been standardized, the foliage has been trimmed, I have changed from the messy and sloppy of the past, and the young man has bought me a new boudoir on nine lotuses. I suddenly had a crush on the young man and began to look at him.
He has a military temperament, his face exudes the breath of the ocean, I imagine the blue sea, he is quite wide, the military hat streamer wipes the waves, this is the picture of my hometown, I seem to be familiar. Judging from his accent, he is a local but may have a lot of entrepreneurial experience, and more importantly, I saw a bright light in him, which coincided with the temperament around me. He clearly understood me, knew my language and my mind, and I knew that he also knew this mountain country, that some kind of desire was calling him. In fact, it proves that my vision is correct, he is absolutely expert in pruning and cutting leaves, cultivating skeletons, innovating planting and upgrading processes, three times five divided by two, I am more new-looking, more chuchu and moving, my home has become beautiful, my body has become better, I like the sun running around on me, the blue sky swinging around my head, the birds flying around my waist, my ocean, lake light, genes close to nature are stirring like never before, it is a green life. Not only that, but I prefer the girls in She's costumes to shuttle around me, their silver bell-like laughter, light moth eyebrows, pink face with spring, pure phoenix clothes gently brushing my body, it is red satin like an ocean through my heart. Me and the girl who walked in the front formed a rich picture of Guilan. In Donggu, I would rather be so intoxicated, this peace of mind is my hometown!
I received a courtesy that I had never had in my life: the excellent team came and they designed me specifically; the operation team came and they raised my value; the partners came, they formed an alliance with me; the product quality was high, and I had a reputation in the market. I have changed from the former courtyard deep into a shining pearl.
I was grateful to the young man. I am happy that in the annual "February 2nd" Folk Culture Festival, "Sunshine Winter Festival", "Tent Festival", "She's Customs Tour" and other colorful tourism activities, I stand in the center of the stage and proudly appear on camera, so that the crowd shakes. I was thrilled to find that people are willing to spend a lot of time on me, my history is marked on the bags, my qualities are introduced at presentations, and my market influence is fixed in the cross-talk praise. I saw the agreement in their business document package and saw the negotiated contract. I also saw an endless stream of merchants coming to Donggu, there was an unprecedented scene of rushing to buy, and I saw those white-haired old zhiqing, staring at my excitement at that moment. In short, I was ravely acclaimed, and I became a fragrant food and a traffic star with a bright future. I am also pleased that many villagers have thrown off the hat of poverty because of me and run on the road of moderate prosperity in their hearts.
That young man, who was indeed a practical person, won the honor of an advanced individual in the national poverty alleviation. I want to applaud him, in fact, he not only has nine lotus flowers, his imagination covers the future of Donggu. It seems that he wants to plant the tree of dreams in the hearts of every Donggu person.
His name was Luo Yijian. A man with a thin sense of righteousness and a strong mind, strong, is the best group of words with Donggu.
I may be getting louder and louder in Donggu, and I am getting more and more popular. Because I saw Donggu, it turned out to be an ocean of tea, a solid kingdom of grass and trees, and a temple where I dreamed of staying. I hope that A lifetime of apricot rain Jiangnan, camellia Donggu, meet the best of themselves!
Now I am always intoxicated by the spring breeze. Donggu, a place with strong ethnic customs of the Shejia family, who is Zhiqing, who is a piece of tea, who is solid to the east, and who cares about it here?
I suddenly realized that Luo Yijian was a tea leaf that was refreshing and fragrant.
What about me, am I?
About author:Jiang Feng, real name Liu Jianzhong, is a native of Jishui County, Jiangxi Province. He is a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, the Jiangxi Writers Association, the Jiangxi Provincial Yuelian Society, the deputy director of the Reportage Committee of the Ji'an Writers Association, the member of the Ji'an Calligraphers Association, the chairman of the Jishui County Writers Association, the vice chairman of the Jishui County Calligraphy Artists Association, and the national first-class basketball referee.
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