(2) Chairman Shiyanagi said, "Then how?" You're a member of the PEN club, how can a group photo be without you?" Ma Shengli said: "Or you shoot, I will let the group photo shoot smash it like this."

(ii) Continued

Chairman Yanagi said, "How about that?" You are one of the members of the PEN club, how can a group photo be without you

What about?" Ma Shengli said, "Or you shoot, I'll let the group photo fall off like this." No matter how Chairman Liu does his job, Ma Shengli just refuses to let his image appear in the camera. But such a big pen meeting, how can you not leave a family portrait for everyone? As the organizer of the PEN club, President Yanagi's brow locked and locked.

In the blink of an eye, the day's itinerary will be over, and the last attraction is Strange Rock Beach. There are strange rocks here, some like people, some like monsters, some standing, some squatting, it seems that every strange stone is a person who does strange things. Chairman Liu whispered a few words to the photographer, and then told everyone to stop first, ready to take a group photo here, the literary friends are all confused, such a strange place, how can you take a group photo? Chairman Liu said, this is a strange rock beach, we will take a group photo of the strange appearance, everyone can stand, crouch, crooked, oblique, imitate these stones to do all kinds of strange appearances, but no one can pull down.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't understand what Chairman Liu means. When everyone's eyes fell on Ma Shengli, it seemed as if they had suddenly opened their minds, and seven hands and eight feet pulled Ma Shengli into the middle of the crowd. Everyone used their hands, feet, and facial expressions to pose in various strange ways. With a click, a picture of dozens of people doing strange things at the same time became frozen. When I got the picture, everyone laughed and leaned forward and backward. Only Ma Shengli did not smile, he took the first photo of his life, silently shook hands with President Liu with a trembling hand, shook hands with everyone, and felt that his nose was sour.

Date the river

The first time I saw the Yellow River between the Jin-Shaanxi Gorge was in the mid-1980s. It was to go to Lü Liang's special lecture and live in Lishi. One afternoon, the car pulled a few of us, Li Rui, and Brother Cheng to the military crossing.

At that time, I had just read Zhang Chengzhi's "The River in the North" and was very excited, we were all.

This is the big river. In the 1980s, it was a river of literature, it flowed in poetry and fiction, so I stood on the bank of literature, in the time and space of literature, to worship this great river. It has always been flowing in the time and space of literature, throughout the ages, and has always been so; What flows in literary time and space is the spirit of this river, and in fact, it has a mortal body.

It's just that then, when I was younger, I wouldn't have thought of that.

I remember the excitement, I avoided the crowds, walked down the riverbed, and the water rushed up and wet my shoes and pants. I was so close to it that I don't remember hearing it flowing: excitement made me deaf. Later, many times, I came to it so closely, and even when I reached the center of the river by boat, I never heard its sound. My Yellow River, originally silent, flowed silently, flowing toward the sea.

Still in the mid-1980s, I went to my hometown of Kaifeng to "look for roots". One day, a few friends took me by boat from Liuyuankou to ChenQiao on the other side. This ferry, and the destination I'm going to reach, is where famous historical events took place. We rode our bikes on the banks of the Yellow River, and in the evening, we picked up branches and dried firewood and lit a campfire on the beach to cook fish soup. The sun has sunk, the moon has risen, and I am thrilled by both the setting sun and the rising crescent moon: it is the moonrise and sunset on the Yellow River. The bonfire spirit jumps like a fish soup in his hand, and the aroma is enchanting, but it is a dream aroma, beautiful but unreal.

Has there ever been such a night? Has the Yellow River really given me such a poetic adventure?

Not long ago came to the moraine mouth to see the river. Moraine mouth this ancient town, once upon a time, is a very prosperous place, there is a blind artist, surnamed Zhang, I have come to moraine mouth several times have heard him sing about the prosperity of this ancient town, the opening is: "The stars in the sky arch Beidou, the underground ancient town number moraine mouth ... In his words, the prosperous scene of the moraine mouth in those days could not be sung for three days and three nights. On his face, which had been swept through the vicissitudes, there was always a smile that was serene to the point of almost mysteriousness, as if, had nothing to do with rise and fall. But I know that the real old moraine mouth, in the body of this blind artist, coexists and dies with him.

That day, in the afternoon, suddenly there was a heavy rain, and after dinner, we came to the next river

The "Moraine Pass Inn" climbed to the second floor of the large terrace facing the river. Originally an old building during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, earlier, called "Sihetang", was a business name that operated sesame oil, and later, in the 1940s, during the Eight-Way Car Period, it was made the "Xinhua Commercial Company" of the Eight-Way Car 120 Division. Later, after liberation, it became a "moraine ration station". Of course, more later, the grain station was relocated, it declined, collapsed ... Until later, some people felt pity for it, came out to save it, and converted it into today's "Moraine Inn".

The terrace, wet, just now heavy rain, wet it. The rough wooden tables and wooden benches were all stained with water. This roughness is deliberately rough, imitating the "original ecology", and the style of the whole old inn, in harmony. The only thing that is bad is that it is also like all the residential attractions in Shanxi today, hanging countless big red lanterns high, destroying the ancient style of the building, which is harsh, I know, the river is at the foot of the inn. On the dock, there are several small boats moored, in the past, here, there used to be "a hundred boats in the window, a thousand camels in the door", and now, what is moored there is nothing more than a prop in the tourism era. In the evening after the rain, the river breeze hit and it was very cool. From the upper floor, the river after the rain seems to be much wider and more turbid. Heavy rains caused the Yellow River to rise. We drank Tieguanyin from the south and talked all kinds of gossip.

After a long time, I suddenly realized my peace, which I had never seen when I met this river again and again. Without preconceived excitement, I stared at the river with calm, homely eyes, and gradually I heard the bubbling, rushing sound, the sound of the water of the Yellow River, the movement of it running on the earth, and I listened quietly for a while, thinking, probably, this is my first date with this physical Yellow River.

Am I old? I do not know. Perhaps, it is not to deify anything, even the Yellow River, even the great nature.