Close to neutralize
Zhou Yongxuan
Neutralize, I really haven't been.
More than ten townships in Yanjin have been traveled, and this place has never been met, which has become a heart disease for me. He had stretched his legs exaggeratedly on the chair many times, examined the map of the yanjin county government on the wall, looked at the town of Zhonghe in the west, imagined Zhao Xi, Zhongbao, Tianning, Dahao, Ai Tian and walnuts, one by one, familiar place names accompanied by a mouthful of thick green tea were helplessly swallowed from the throat; many times on the Oriental Bridge, I saw the light green side of the running neutrality, pressing the crisp horn all the way, urging the scattered passengers, and often stretching out a half-cut fashionable and amorous body in the car door, greeting warmly with a pure dialect I have also gazed from the window of the car speeding through the Shuima Expressway many times, and kissed the lush mountains with my eyes.
Helplessly, every time the line is always hurriedly passing, everything that neutralizes is still silent in the dream. The regret of losing the arm becomes a faint wisp of loneliness after the tea and dinner.
In fact, Zhonghe is not far away, 36 kilometers from the county seat of Yanjin.
Zhonghe is actually very beautiful, friends from there always go out of their way to tell me about the forest sea, snow trough, Luohan bamboo and wild boar of the Great Buddha Mountain, about the clarity and gentleness of the Shangqing River, about the strange fun of jumping fish and boron catching fish, about the figure of the red-billed gull Miaoman from Siberia, and about the earth-shaking changes in the new countryside of Zhonghe. After talking too much, Zhonghe actually took root in his heart, and the expectation of wanting to neutralize could not stop and could not go away.
At the invitation of the friends of the county literary association, on June 12, I finally went to Zhonghe. It was the first day of the fifth lunar month, the Dragon Boat Festival.
With a misty impression, I came softly, late.
The car left Yanjin County, along the Guanhe River all the way down, because there is a fine and fragmented light rain, the air is very fresh, the green mountains on both sides of the Guanhe River steaming Xiawei, more empty, mysterious. Leaving the asphalt aside, the car drove onto a muddy road. Not far away, a collapse ahead forced me to wait for the saddle to stop less. Teacher He, who was also a colleague, said that this place was called the Iron Furnace Ping, and that during the Great Leap Forward, steel was once smelted here. Got out of the car, waded through the mud, stood by the muddy road, picked a handful of weeds, wiped off the mud on the upper of the shoe, the sky gradually cleared, looking around, but it was impossible to find the traces of history. The air was very quiet, with the fragrance of grass, a few old trees, trembling green, and the branches were as intricate as the ink blooming in the clear water.
The car finally broke through the landslide, and the road conditions were much better, like a happy child running all the way. I reveled in the greenery on both sides of the road, all the mountains verdant, the trees of different races intertwined, never as straight as the trees on the side of the road, and some vines fell straight down, they were blessed by the gods of nature, moistened by the sun and rain, stretching out their branches freely, pulling and touching each other. The mountain breeze is slightly blowing, and the applause of all the leaves "brushing" seems to welcome me, a distant guest, and the affection revealed in the thick green is really touching.
At the mountain pass, a clear spring, clear and transparent. Huang Ping, who likes photography, said that there is a canyon along this creek, called a line of sky, the scenery is very beautiful, and the rocks at the bottom of the ditch are all white. As soon as I listened, I hurriedly stuck my head out of the car window to look out, and the stream was still gushing, babbling, and slowly bypassing the bluestone, through the roots of the trees, into the deep ravine at the foot of the mountain, and it was gone.
The car stopped at the door of the Aitian Villagers Committee, and the old man who greeted us was called Huang Defu, 71 years old, a cadre of a county bureau, who volunteered to undertake the work of the secretary of the village branch after retirement, led the villagers to do a lot of practical things, looked at the various honors full of walls, and the feeling of reverence came out of nowhere. Coming out of the villagers' committee, walking on the neat and spacious street, I saw two old people playing chess in front of the shop, slowly dropping, and slowly drinking tea. The teacup is a large-caliber enamel jar, strong tea, blackened in color, drink it yourself, and your opponents also drink it. The boss was also an old man, crouching on the counter pointing and pointing, smiling and squinting. Surrounded by salt, brown sugar, laundry detergent and a variety of beautifully packaged snacks, no one on TV is watching, and the South African World Cup show seems to be less flavorful than the current car and horse battle.
Riding from a high place to look down at AiTian Market Town, surrounded by mountain peaks, comrades of the township government introduced that Aitian is a "five horses back to the trough" place, careful gaze, sure enough, like five tall horses facing the river drinking water, the form is vivid and vivid, I think there should be a moving story, but unfortunately no one told me.
Along the way, the peaks and peaks are strange, or they are more than a hundred, or like incense burners, candles, and beasts, with a variety of shapes, each with its own shape, often making people overjoyed. The car stopped at a place called Shibazi. Here the flat area is vast, and the fields are neat. Bao GuMiao was already half a person tall, and everywhere was a furry green, a verdant green. This green is extremely spectacular, so thick that it is heartbreaking, like a whirlwind that rolls through the plains, over streams, rushes up the top of the mountain, and finally freezes by the blue of the sky. You can only hold your breath, you can only close your eyes, you are just a coin in the green sea. Closing your eyes is good, you can hear the clear birdsong of water droplets, and hear the sound of "fluttering" wings stirring the sun.
Chicken sounds. Human. Blue tiles. Red wall. Garden flowers. Villages often appear in a quiet and serene manner.
Old triad room. Hall house, box room, kitchen. In the middle of the hall house, there is a heaven and earth tablet: the Heaven and Earth Emperor And master. Clean courtyard with cement floor. Lush citrus trees. Yellow banana flowers. What is particularly surprising is that there is a farmhouse bookstore, which makes the rich farmhouse courtyard emit a faint fragrance of books.
This is a demonstration point in the new countryside of Neutralization, where an old woman with a silver hair on her head leans against the lintel and nods and smiles at us, kindly like a grandmother in a fairy tale. "Come and sit, come to sit" did not ask where the guests came from, turned around and poured tea by themselves. Several of the girls in the group were smiling and obsessed with an old window, posing in various postures to make the camera "click" constantly.
Leaving the farmer, the car went straight down, and as soon as the road turned, a small river suddenly hit the foot. The river is shallow and rocky. The road and the river are merged into one. It was now noon, and the water was shining in the direct sunlight, filled with silver foil all over the river. Two bare-butted children splashing in the river, laughing crisply. We drove across the stream and picked cucumbers from the greenhouse vegetable fields.
To be precise, the water here is alive. The river flows in an "s" shape, the water surface is gentle, and the sound of the rushing water is heard, and the trees on both sides of the river come and go. The foliage flutters and stirs people's thoughts. It is a pity that it is not a willow tree, not dusk, otherwise it will produce the feeling of "the head of the willow on the moon, and the person is about after dusk". Walking on the sand, looking directly at the lush water and grass in the unobstructed stream, the silky water grass, soft and flowing, snaking with the current, like the blue hair of the village girl who returned from work, who was blowing with the wind, staggered by, and could also smell the fragrance of grass juice in the air. "Jiangnan is not without characters, mostly among the white stones of Qingquan" Casually read out two poems, not knowing who the poet was.
The water here is so clear that it is cool in my hand, and I am really worried that the two children will not catch a cold just now.
This is the Shangqing River, and this water lives up to its name.
After crossing the Shangqing River, we reached the town of Zhonghe. The town is backed by green mountains and is not big. Sit with a clear stream and be beautiful. The secretary personally took us to visit the International Lions Association Zhonghe Aid Project, lining up buildings imitating Jiangnan water towns, and the layout is full of charm, which coincides with the beautiful landscape here. "Go to the bean sand to see the monuments, to the Neutral and Pin ShanShui", the town government has done enough "water" text" and "articles." I know they already know the essence of the word "neutralize." "Li Ji Zhongyong": "In the undeveloped words of joy and sorrow, the ones who are sent are the sum of the middle; the one who is in the middle, the great ben of the world, and the one who is also the one who is under the heavens, the way of the world." To neutralize, heaven to the heavens, and all things to nurture. Confucianism believes that if one can "neutralize", then all things in heaven and earth can get their own place and achieve a harmonious state. Along the way, I was impressed by the wisdom and expectation of the ancients when naming this place, and the ambition and courage of today's people to go up with the trend and develop harmoniously.
Go around. Look at the sky. breathe. Idle. Idle. Laughter.
I can't remember what I have to do in this life. Suddenly I wanted to find a place to live in Zhonghe, even if it was like a leaf.
Hello to eat. A small glass of wine, two bowls of black chicken soup. Drink people's cheeks are red and their bodies are comfortable. The conversation gradually increased, of course, it was neutralization. Brother Wang, who works in the town government, said that since ancient times, Zhonghe has been the key to the Dianchuan Yidao Road, and the horse-riding road from Xufu (Yibin) to Pu'er via Baiyang, Tongzi, Dahao, And Bleach Dam to Daguan is all stone slab roads, and some places are better preserved than the five-foot road in Doushaguan. Huang Ping said that he had walked this road and found a damaged jade cigarette butt next to an ancient bridge, presumably left by a ma ge head. Listening to this, I couldn't help but close my eyes, and the copper bells that rang in my ears, the ding-bells, from the depths of a certain time, pulled out a pair of horse gangs, and in the wind and rain and mud of this silk ancient road, fluttered into a blurred figure. There is no need to guess where they are, perhaps because of fatigue, perhaps because of the desire to look at the distant hometown, the head of the Ma Ge to sit on the pier, burn the bag of cigarettes and go again, casually bumped, the cigarette mouth is broken, regretful abandonment, but it has become today's damaged memory.
My friend asked me what I was contemplating, and I stood up, raised my glass, and yelled, "Medium and small wine, good wine."
No one knows that my glass of wine is for Ma Getou, and I want to tell Ma Getou: Next to that ancient bridge, the Shuima Expressway has communicated with Sichuan and Yunnan, from Chengdu to Kunming, you can go from day to night.
Contributed by: Yanjin County Literary Association With image: Network
Editorial Release: Western Mobile Media