Ryoma Mountain is located above a number of shallow mountains, although it is not tall, but it is also mountainous, and there are sometimes meadow-like places on the mountain. Longma Mountain turns south at Youquan (township) and west to Huojing and Gaohe Mountain, the north should stretch all the way to the area of Datong Jiuding Mountain, and the east side of the mountain is the town of Shuikouchang west of Qionglai City.
I was initially very disappointed with Shuikouchang Town, neither the golden light of Siguniang Mountain or the distant overlook and imagination of Tiantai Mountain, Yulin Mountain, and Zhenxi Mountain full of clouds and waterfalls, nor the rough and dangerous in "Southbound Notes", and it is even unlikely that the amorous story of "Border City" will occur. However, sometimes after a sharp rain and sunny day, a cloud of white clouds ran past Longma Mountain, and the town was a little more spiritual. There is also the river coming from the north, which bypasses the town from between the large and small rocks, and the white river bifurcates into a ditch at the mouth of the field, quietly flowing through the streets and alleys, and the entire town is covered in a piece of steam. After passing an old bridge south of Changzhen, the river flows into the Wenjing River, and is led into a high mill hidden by a large tree by a churning dam not far away. If you stand in the clear and knee-deep water, from time to time there will be groups of small fish swimming over, rubbing on people's calves, always bringing a different kind of joy to adults and children.
In the 1980s, some cement buildings began to erode the old houses and stilt buildings in the town, and the crowded, noisy and lively market became more and more cunning. However, the rough and plain town and life at that time were far more natural, simple and pyrotechnic than many ancient towns built today.
Every spring and summer, the mountain fields have unconsciously revealed the thick shade of the forest, and the eagle cuckoos call "Guiguiyang" day and night, just like the mountain streams and streams flowing out of the depths of Longma Mountain and Nanbao Mountain, gradually changing from monotonous secrecy to noisy, or shallow dry rocks, or deep pools like blue, zigzagging and clanging to the Caijia River below Hejiangdian, it seems that because of the river, Longma Mountain suddenly broke into two sections in the north and south, forming a canyon area hundreds of meters long, and the riverbed was once open and flat. The shallow water becomes more diffuse among the rocks. The sparse hemp forest on the beach is covered with bunches of narrow fruits after spring, until it is quarreled by summer cicadas and longhorn oxen. The gravel road in the north of the river and the farmhouses of three or five people are newly built, and the peasant households scattered under the mountains in the south are mostly typical western Sichuan houses (buildings), the walls on the front of the hall houses and the pillars are hung with golden cornbuds, bright red dried peppers or some farm utensils all year round, and the bamboo trees behind the houses sway in the smoke of cooking, revealing the wild interest of the quaint mountain dwellings. On the side of the river, most of them are vegetable gardens connected to the courtyard dam, and seasonal vegetables are planted under peach, apricot or orange trees, replacing the traditional "dragon gate" (courtyard gate) with a half-human high wall made of river pebbles. Occasionally when someone passes by, the local dogs who watch over the house will bark wildly, and even if there is no owner to drink, they will probably not break out of the wall (attack passers-by), but only guard its territory in its duty.
This always reminds me of Mr. Jia Pingwo's Shangzhou.
In the spring of that year, I happened to pass by the Caijia River in the upper reaches of the town, and from a distance, I saw a family's peach blossoms blooming in light blue and new greenery, diagonally out of the low wall, with a kind of fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl's "shy walking, leaning on the door to look back, but smelling the green plum" style of brightness, vitality and mischievousness. I had never seen such a hot and pure peach blossom before, and after that, I had never seen such a wild and restrained bloom again.
Now, the original family has been relocated and concentrated to live, of course, the tree peach blossom is long gone, only a lamp in the Shuiwang Temple on the north side of the town still shines with its soft glow rain or shine.
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